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Not Part of the Lesson Plan
A Fire Emblem: Three Houses QS Fan Fiction
by DJlurker
A/N: Since the game has not released yet as of this writing, some details about the characters may not be entirely accurate.
"Hyah!"
Edelgard von Hræsvelgr, Heir Apparent of the Adrestian Empire and head of the house of the Golden Eagles of the Officer's Academy, was currently locked in battle with an axe-wielding brigand. She'd come this way looking for her house's teacher, Professor Byleth, who had vanished in the confusion when the class had attacked the bandit gang. Easily sidestepping the man's clumsy swing, she swung her own axe with timed precision, catching the brigand in the throat and severing his jugular. The bandit dropped his axe, gripping his neck in a futile effort to stop the gushing of blood, reaching toward his adversary, before collapsing to the ground as life left him.
Edelgard looked down disdainfully at her fallen foe. "Pathetic fool," she spat, "you could have used that strength for something more constructive..." Paying him no more mind, she stepped over the fallen corpse as she ventured further into the forest to continue her search... "Teacher! Professor, where are you?!"
"Here!" she heard a voice off in the distance. Turning, the noblewoman pushed her way through some trees and brush, eventually coming out into a clearing where she saw another dead bandit, his axe laying off to the side, a slash wound visible on his torso. Looking up, Edelgard finally saw her professor-
-who was buried up to his chest in moist earth that seemed to shift slightly with moments. "Edelgard!"
"Teacher!" the platinum blonde cried in distress, beginning to walk to him...
"STOP!" Byleth ordered. "One more step and you'll be joining me in here!"
Looking down, Edelgard realized he was right, the ground beginning to ripple only an inch from her boot. She quickly backed off a few steps, before looking back at the professor. "Professor, what should I do?!" she cried in panic.
"First off, calm down," Byleth said. "Yes, I am stuck in the mire, but I appear to have reached a buoyancy point- it won't take me any deeper, lest I panic and thrash around."
"Oh. I see," Edelgard nodded, "So we have some time then..."
"Yes. Though this isn't part of the normal curriculum," the professor began, "let's treat this as a lesson on how to rescue people from the swamp. Forget for the moment that I am your teacher, and act as if I am just some random peasant who happened to get stuck. What would you do?"
"Hmmm..." Edelgard mused. "Under different circumstances, I would try to reach the handle of my axe out to you... but not only are your hands mired, you are too far away to reach..."
"Indeed," Byleth nodded. "So then what?"
"Well, first I would tell you to calm down and not panic..." Thinking for a few moments, the future empress knelt down, then lay flat on the ground, before beginning to crawl forward... "I read that if you spread your weight, the bog will not take you into itself..."
"Very good, Edelgard," her teacher praised. "But what do you plan to do once you reach me?"
"Well, first, to get your hands free," the noble answered, trying not to cringe in disgust at the feeling of the bog's moistness soaking into her uniform... "Tell me, how did you get stuck like that to begin with?"
"You saw that dead brigand, I assume?" Byleth began. "Well, even though I dealt a fatal wound, he had enough life to take one last swing at me, forcing me to roll backward to evade... but by the time I realized I had fallen into a bog, it was too late."
"I see," Edelgard muttered as she closed the distance. Reaching forward with both arms, she grabbed her teacher's right arm, slowly pulling it free, then repeating the process for his left arm.
"Very good," Byleth nodded. "But let's say, being the common peasant that I am, I panic and grab onto you in desperation..." He promptly wrapped his arms around his student, pulling her in close.
"S-stop it!" Edelgard cried out in shock. "You're sinking me in the bog...!" As they thrashed, she felt her legs go under, then her butt... soon she was as deeply mired as her teacher, her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, dear," Byleth sighed, "now we're both quite stuck, aren't we?"
"Hngh!" the noblewoman gritted her teeth as she strained against the quicksand's suction, feeling it lapping between her slight bosom and her teacher's chest. "It's... it's too thick! What shall we do now?"
"Calm yourself, Edelgard," her professor instructed, "which is what you should be doing with the peasant who grabbed you."
"R... right." Edelgard took a few deep breaths to slow her heart rate, while probing downward with her feet, feeling no bottom to the quicksand pit. "Well, I suppose calling for help is out of the question, lest we attract more brigands to our location..." She felt her face heat up as it dawned on her just how close she was to Byleth, feeling his heart beating next to her breast... Trying to push away a bit, she felt the thick muck clamp down on her as she tried to move, instinctively wriggling around a bit...
"Careful there, Edelgard," the professor cautioned, "you move around too much, and you might end up loosening the mud and make us sink deeper..."
The Ardestian heir blinked a few times at hearing that, an idea occurring to her... "Wait... perhaps that's what we should do. If we move around enough to loosen the mire a bit, we might just be able to swim our way out... you do know how to swim, I hope."
"Of course I do," Byleth chuckled, "and for the sake of simplicity, we'll say the peasant you're trying to rescue can swim as well. So how do we go about this?"
"J... just try to wriggle around as best you can," Edelgard grunted, as she began to shift her body from side to side, sending ripples through the dark bog... Trying to follow his student's lead, Byleth began rocking back and forth in his mucky encasement... however, the way their bodies were writhing against each other soon caused an unexpected reaction, Edelgard slowing to a stop after a minute...
"What's wrong?" the professor asked.
"I... I can feel a part of your anatomy that I probably shouldn't be," the noble elaborated, her face turning red. "B-between your legs..."
"Oh," Byleth gasped in comprehension. "Now that you mention it... well, I mean, what can I say? I'm a relatively young and healthy man, and you are a very lovely young woman. Even I cannot deny my base instincts..."
"That's an apt way to put it," Edelgard grunted, still blushing. She tried to remove her arms from around her teacher's waist, to no avail- the bog was still too thick to move through. "And yet, we have no choice but to keep going..."
"Well, I won't tell if you won't," Byleth promised, as the duo began to shift around again. Unfortunately, as Edelgard felt that 'anatomy' pushing against her own groin, she shivered and then bucked against her teacher, causing him to groan. Despite knowing that she shouldn't, her body refused to listen, bucking again, then again...
"Ugh! I seem to be... succumbing to... base instinct as well..."
"I was... afraid of that," the professor grunted as his body responded in kind. "But... I don't think... I can stop now..."
"U-ugh! Nor can I... c-curses!" Any further words from the noble dissolved into grunts and groans as she and Byleth got into a rough rhythm... Despite several layers of clothing between them, it almost felt as if was thrusting into her, not merely against her... "Oh, Byleth...!" As they continued to writhe and buck against each other, Edelgard could feel the muck swallow her slight bosom, soaking into her uniform, her nipples becoming hard and pronounced... the feeling of the quicksand's unique texture as it shifted and flowed around their trapped bodies serving to enhance their mutual pleasure... "Ah, ah, ah, AH-!"
"Any louder and... you'll attract bandits... for sure!" Byleth gasped out.
"I can't... I can't-!" Edelgard cried as she bucked harder, stars starting to flash in her vision. "Teacher... I-I'm going to- I'm at my limit-!" So the professor did the only thing he could to muffle his student's cries under the current circumstances...
...cover her mouth with his own.
The platinum blonde's eyes went wide, the sudden lip-lock serving as the final trigger for her climax, screaming ferally as white-hot heat shot up from her groin and through her bloodstream... thankfully, said scream was reduced to an intense, but quieter moan due to the impromptu kiss... Byleth then moaned himself as he also went over the edge, spurting into his underwear, warming the area around their crotches considerably, Edelgard shuddering and screaming into his mouth again as a result, the quicksand rippling and heaving around them as they continued to ride their mutual orgasm together...
Finally, mercifully, the waves of heat began to ease off and ebb away, Edelgard moaning into Byleth's mouth one last time before finally breaking away, the two gasping for breath as the mire pressed in on them, now lapping at their necks... As they tried to catch their breath, however, they felt their bodies slowly start to rise up slightly, mud sloughing off their shoulders as they emerged.
"Ah... uhm..." Edelgard tried to speak, swallowing to get some moisture back in her throat. "Yes... well... I can say... that did not... go quite... as planned..."
"Understatement," the professor grunted. "But... it seems to have... done the trick..." Indeed, the mud flowed much more fluidly around them now, allowing the two to finally separate and get a little distance between them.
Trying to get her higher brain functions working again, Edelgard looked around to try and find a way out... going back the way she had come was out of the question, as the cape on her uniform would hinder any attempt to backstroke... Looking to her left, an idea came to her. "Ah, let us try and swim our way over to those trees... perhaps if we are lucky, their root will reach into the mud pit and allow us a handhold..."
"Good thinking, Edelgard," Byleth nodded, as he began to slowly swim in that direction, his student soon following... Fortunately, it was just as the future empress had guessed, as they found roots beneath the mud to grab on to, pulling themselves forward until they could climb out of the quicksand completely, though Byleth had to grab Edelgard by the upper arm and pull her up when she faltered and slipped back in.
They then collapsed in a muddy heap, their feet still dipping into the bog, but they were safe. The teacher and student lay there for a few minutes as they slowly recovered their strength, their eyes closed as they panted heavily...
Eventually they roused, looking into each other's eyes... "So..." Edelgard began, "do I pass?"
"Huh...? Oh! Oh, yes, you passed," Byleth said quickly as he regained his senses. "I would give that a solid C+ grade..."
"C+?!" his student huffed as she rose to a half-sitting position. "What, did you deduct points because of our impromptu intercourse?!"
"Th... that's not it," the professor grunted as he blushed profusely, pulling himself up to a sitting position as well. "*Ahem* What you should have done was bring your axe with you, so we could use the handle as a lever to push ourselves out..."
"What?! Oh for- Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" the student demanded as she rose to her knees, putting her fists on her hips.
"Because as your teacher, I'm not allowed to give away the answers," Byleth replied smoothly. "But regardless, you did manage to improvise a method of escape anyway... even if didn't, erm... 'go as planned' at first." He then got to his feet, wiping some mud off his clothes. "Anyway, now that we're free, we should make haste to rejoin the rest of the class..."
"Ah! Yes, you're right," Edelgard agreed as the professor helped her to her feet. "Though I fear we will be reduced to laughingstocks when the others see us all dirty like this..."
"Not when I tell the class how you bravely risked life and limb to save your teacher from deadly, sucking quicksand," Byleth countered. "Of course, we'll leave out the part about... eh... our base instincts."
"Y-yes, that would be prudent," the noblewoman nodded, her face reddening. "So will I get extra credit for this?"
"Maybe just a little," her teacher ventured. "After all, as your professor, I shouldn't show any favoritism, not even to the future empress..."
"Oh really?" Edelgard muttered as she wrapped him in an affectionate embrace. Looking him in the eye, she said, "How about in your capacity as a relatively young and healthy man, Byleth?"
"Ah..." the man felt his face heat up again. "W-well, that is... a whole other matter altogether..."
Edelgard just smirked, before engaging Byleth in a deep, throaty kiss, her tongue gently dueling with his as their muddy bodies pressed together...
~*Fin*~
Hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!
but I'm now writing another Fire Emblem story featuring a certain princess of death from the mobile game 
