AN: This is the future after Emilia has been made Queen and Subaru has a modified version of Gluttony's Authority. That'll be important later.
Emilia POV
In the private study of the Lugnican Royal Castle, the reigning Queen was just finishing up the last of her paperwork for the day. After applying her personal seal to the last letter, the half-elf pushed off the desk and slid her desk chair back. Letting out a well deserved yawn, she stretched her arms and headed for the door leaving the matters of the state to be sorted by her advisors.
Ever since becoming Queen of Lugnica, Emilia was often beset upon by two perpetual headaches. The first were the dozens of dimwitted nobles that thought they could get one past the Crown and the second was the copious amounts of paperwork that kept the house of cards known as Lugnica standing. She was certain that if it wasn't for her naturally silver hair, then the stress would've turned her grey by now. Expectedly the work for a monarch was never ending, and today had been no less exhaustive than any other. Which made the break the half-elf Queen had allotted for herself for the next two days all the more necessary.
Emilia left the study, closing the door behind her and set off at a brisk pace. She passed a pair of maid's in the hallway, both of whom bowed to the liege they served. On other occasions Emilia might have stopped to engage with the castle staff in casual conversation, but this time she merely sent them a brief nod. There was someone Emilia had to see and her patience was already worn down to its threads. Strangely, neither of the maid's seemed all that surprised by her curt behavior. Emilia wondered if it was because they were starting to pick up on when she wasn't in the mood to be interrupted, but then realized there was a more obvious answer to that question. The faintest giggles of feminine gossip she picked up behind her seemed to confirm her suspicions.
The half-elf groaned internally in embarrassment. Of course they would have a good guess for exactly what she was planning to do that night after finishing her work early. Rumors had been abound through the kingdom recently, centered around her and Subaru recently. Specifically about their sex life of all things. Something she hadn't been aware of until an irate Ram had revealed it to her a week ago. In bars and taverns all across Lugnica, it was said that the cool and composed Emilia squealed like a common wench at the hands of her husband, Natsuki Subaru. What a colorful image it had painted on her, as of yet, short reign.
She particularly despised that rumor. While it wasn't entirely wrong, Emilia did not appreciate her special moments with Subaru becoming the talk of the town. Although perhaps privacy was the price to pay when becoming a ruler. It also trivialized their relationship into something so perverse. Sure she loved the sexual aspect, but Subaru was so much more to her than just some pleasure object. He was her knight, her anchor, her stress relief, and her closest friend. He was her greatest treasure, someone amazing who she didn't deserve, but selfishly desired anyway.
The mere mention of Subaru's name made her chest swell up with joy, almost to the point of being painful. Their friends often complained about the two of them being way too lovey dovey, but she couldn't imagine not feeling such sheer devotion for her husband and not having that love be returned unconditionally.
Subaru just had that effect on her. From the very beginning when they first met, when they gifted each other their first times, and to now as a young married couple. Emilia remembered those times fondly as her most precious memories. Particularly, the first time her and Subaru had become one. Under Subaru's expert ministrations all she had been able to do was tightly grip on to the bedsheets and scream his name. Add on the fact that his Knightly "dagger" was not so much a dagger as a greatsword, she'd been thoroughly reduced to a lust consumed animal. Truly, all this gossip wasn't that far off.
And yet despite all those rumors, Emilia hadn't been reprimanded nor did she face scorn because of them. Rather all she received was smug smirks as well as a few insinuating wisecracks about her and Subaru. It was a tacit approval from the Royal Court. After all, Lugnica was still waiting on an heir to the Crown.
Emilia felt the tender emotions swirl within her chest. The topic had come up before, of course, but neither she nor Subaru had broached the subject in the moment. She merrily wondered if it would be different tonight. She couldn't wait for the day when adorable quarter-elf children would be running and playing through these halls.
With such sanguine thoughts Emilia happily hummed and skipped down the corridor, imagining the glorious night of passion she would soon share with her Knight. Her King. Her Husband.
Just as she was about to make the last turn to reach her destination in this sprawling castle, she heard a sound that made her pause. The sound of a hand knocking lightly on a door.
Emilia could feel a bit of frustration rise up within her. The hallway from which the sound came, led only to her and Subaru's private chamber. She could only think of a few reasons as to why someone would come here at this time of night. If it was to inform them of some crisis, then it was strange that she hadn't been informed first. It was common knowledge that the Queen was usually located in her study at this time. She would've crossed paths with a messenger sent for her by now.
It was clear then that whoever it was that had come to their bedchambers this late at night, had come specifically to meet with her Subaru. Figuring that it was probably a butler or perhaps even Garfiel she let out a disappointed sigh. Hopefully, such annoyances would take a hint and make themselves scarce or Emilia would be tossing them out of the room herself.
Peeking around the corner to sate her curiosity she found that she had been a bit off with her prediction. Rather to her consternation, the person who stood before the bedchamber of the King and Queen was none other than Duchess Crusch Karsten. Gone was her formal attire, but instead she wore a nightgown that was a bit too risqué for merely conversing with a married man. It was clothing that was unafraid to show skin and perfectly accentuated her curves. In a manner unlike the noble, Crusch stood around fidgeting in an anxious manner as if in anticipation of something.
Steadily, a frown appeared on Emilia's face as she observed the unwelcome intruder. The longing glances the green-haired woman had recently been giving Subaru had not escaped Emilia's gaze. Crusch had always been a bit too familiar with Subaru for her taste. Even if it was an action that led to Subaru taking down the White Whale as well as Sloth, Emilia would always regret abandoning him at the Karsten Manor. From that singular event alone, Crusch had cozied up to Subaru much more than Emilia expected or wanted. She decided then. She would allow a lot for her husband, but night time meetings with women like Crusch was where she put her foot down.
However, instead of walking up to the duchess and confronting her, Emilia chose to wait to hear Subaru's response. Although she could already guess how it would go. Her charming and charismatic Subaru would greet the green-haired woman at the door and listen to what she has to say, but eventually he would let Crusch down easy and head back inside to eagerly await his Queen.
Unfortunately, reality was not so kind to Emilia. The moment the door to the chamber opened a familiar hand quickly reached out to grasp the aristocratic lady who didn't resist as she was pulled in by the arm.
Emilia could only ask "What?" at the sudden turn of events. Her mind was frozen in shock. For the second time she'd been wrong about her presumptions. For what felt like an eternity she stood in place, her indecision preventing her from acting. While outwardly she was frozen, inwardly her thoughts raced through her mind faster than any Earth Dragon.
Why did Crusch visit Subaru so late at night? Why did Subaru let her in unquestioningly? Had he known she was coming? If he knew Crusch was coming then why hadn't he told Emilia about it? What were they doing alone in that room?
The more she questioned their actions, the darker and darker place her thoughts dipped to. Something she quickly tried to correct.
I should stop worrying. This is Subaru we're talking about. He would never hurt me. He loves me after all. He said it himself. It's not like he's tired of me. He's never once turned me down...but when was the last time he initiated?
Emilia was pulled from her turbulent thoughts when she noticed then that in their haste, the room's two occupants hadn't fully closed the door. It was open by a sliver, just enough to peek into. Finally giving in to her curiosity and the need to invalidate her anxious fears she slowly began edging towards the entrance.
I'll just listen to their conversation for a little bit. Then when I stop having all these silly thoughts I'll announce my presence.
It took her about a minute for the half-elf to stealthily creep over to the door, carefully avoiding squeaky floorboards along the way. She straightened herself before the door and from this distance she could hear muffled voices inside. Emilia was just about to peek through the opening when another thought came to her. Guilt for having so little faith in Subaru. Someone who had always stood by her side, even when no one else would.
I shouldn't spy on Subaru like this. I trust him and he's my husband. He would never betray me for any other woman. Much less Crusch who is our friend.
Feeling guilty for doubting her beloved, Emilia was about to turn away when her ears were befouled by a sound she was intimately familiar with.
No...it couldn't be…
It was after all, a regular ambience in this part of the castle. Her expression shifted to one of utter trepidation.
I- Subaru please…don't let this…
The thumping matched the beat of her heart. The squeaking of bedsprings of a bed she slept on each night.
...be real…
Her hand trembling, she lightly nudged the door just a bit wider, only to be greeted by a sight that would haunt her nightmares for years to come.
Crusch Karsten, normally a formal and collected woman, was currently riding the manhood of the current King of Lugnica. The man who had promised Emilia with his undying loyalty in marriage.
Emilia covered her mouth with her hands to hold in her scream and backed away from the sight. Just a single glance at that travesty had debilitated her in a way that no physical wound ever could. Her knees weakened forcing her to grab hold of the door frame just to steady herself.
Her mind tried and failed to comprehend the unthinkable present occurring in that room. The idea of her Subaru cheating on her was an antithesis to everything she had ever understood about their relationship. It was simply an impossibility in her mind.
It was for this reason that she decided that she needed to look again. A not small part of her wanted- no, needed to believe she'd merely imagined the scene. To believe that the man who the Queen would've given up the kingdom for, wasn't in fact having his cock ridden by her old political rival. Unfortunately, Emilia was to be disappointed.
Having peaked into the room once more, her heart sunk into the depths of despair as the reality of the situation sunk in. Her Subaru was in the clutches of another woman. This time, however, she didn't look away. She couldn't look away. Her eyes were locked onto the sight of her husband's betrayal.
Crusch was like a beast in heat, relentlessly violating Subaru's manhood with her body. Every movement felt like a dagger stabbed straight into Emilia's heart. Subaru for his part, looked positively enchanted with Crusch. His eyes were mesmerized by the swaying of her green hair and her sizable assets bouncing in tandem with her body. His expressions proved his mind was already lost in the pleasure. As much as Emilia wanted to deny it, it was clear that Subaru wasn't at all uncomfortable with this situation. He was just as much a willing participant.
Whatever doubts Emilia had left shattered away. Her man was making love to another woman behind her back. Perhaps he'd even initiated it. To Emilia it felt like Subaru had broken every promise that he had ever made to her. It was abundantly clear just how much he valued their wedding vows as he thrust his hips upwards to meet Crusch halfway.
An immeasurable coldness pierced her chest. It was as if Emilia had been stabbed by her own ice magic. It was a crushingly intense feeling, but surprisingly not the only thing she was feeling at that moment.
Why am I just sitting here?
Emilia thought that it was a strange thought to have. She really shouldn't have needed to ask herself that. She needed to go in there and put an end to this, this instant. But she made no move to enter.
Get up! Why? Why won't I move?
As Emilia watched the duo go at it she couldn't help, but admit that they would make a great couple. Far better than Natsuki Subaru getting stuck with an ugly half-elf.
Is it because I feel guilty? Because I know that Subaru would be better off with Crusch rather than me?
Emilia could imagine it in her head. Subaru telling her that he no longer loved her. Seeing him filing for their divorce in front of the entire Royal Court. Helplessly, watching him leave hand in hand with the duchess.
If Subaru truly had chosen Crusch over herself, then stopping them now would be an action done out of spite. Emilia couldn't do that to them. She should just leave them alone until they are done. If this is what needed to happen for Subaru to be happy, then she would gladly allow it.
Yet even that explanation seemed to be missing a crucial piece.
But is that the only reason?
There was something that she had been trying to ignore since the moment she saw them. It was something which cannot be ignored any longer. Her trembling left hand pulled up her skirt while her other hand slipped into her panties.
What am I doing?
There was a fire raging between her thighs. One that she'd intentionally avoided acknowledging until now. Her fingers found their destination, and she began deliberately rubbing that place.
Why am I doing this? It hurts so much to watch, yet...why am I so aroused?
Emilia imagined all the ways Subaru could cheat on her. Each one a greater betrayal than the last. Each one causing the fire in her hearth to blaze hotter.
Emilia could feel the heat rising in her face. A finger slipped into her slit and then went deeper. With her thumb she lightly teased her clitoris, the slightest nudge sending sparks electricity through her arousal. The sound of her own lustful, heavy breathing soon joined the cadence of the illicit lovers.
This is wrong. I need to stop now.
Yet her will to resist was met with an even greater urge to continue. Her own lust was quickly eroding her ability to reason. Emilia could hardly understand the emotions she was feeling. Infidelity. Adultery. It was supposed to be amongst the worst disgraces and humiliations that can be done against a person. Yet here she was finding pleasure in it. It's not like the pain and shame she was feeling became absent. It's more like that very pain and shame was paradoxically fueling her arousal.
Her place at the door wasn't the best angle to view the event, but it didn't matter as her imagination easily filled in the gaps. Emilia pictured her husband's manhood in her mind. She was well acquainted with it so it wasn't hard to picture it's fearsome appearance. Others would call a man's thing grotesque and she knew that Subaru's impressive size would be intimidating to some. But Emilia couldn't help, but consider it precious. It was his most private place and before today she was certain he only ever shared it with her. It was the tether of their love. It was half of what allowed them to become one in the most intimate way possible.
To see it be stolen by another woman, to watch that woman ride it like she owned it. They might as well have been stomping on Emilia's heart. Yet Emilia couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more.
It's like I want her to take him from me. But it isn't just that. I want her to violate him and make him her own.
Emilia felt as if she came to an epiphany. She realized she wasn't just a vile half-elf. She was also a disgusting pervert that gets off at the thought of her own husband making love to another woman.
Why? Why do I desire this? Why do I want to see my Subaru be defiled by another woman?
Emilia increased the tempo of her fingers. The combination of emotional pain and physical arousal were making her abandon her own principles. The Queen of Lugnica gave up her reasoning in the face of such intense sensation.
Meanwhile, the duo in the room were approaching their own crescendo. The intensity of their lovemaking increased and the squeaking of the bedsprings only got louder. Yet Emilia was able to pick up a bit of their conversation.
"Crusch, I think I'm close," her adulterous husband grunted.
"I'm close to the edge as well," panted the lecherous homewrecker. "Let's do it together."
Subaru hummed in approval as they increased their pace to even greater heights intent on reaching a conclusion. Emilia did not realize the true meaning of Crusch's statement until it was too late.
It was only when the pressure began to build up to unbearable heights that Subaru realized his mistake. "Wait! Crusch you have to get off me now," he pleaded. "Or it'll end up happening inside."
Yet the duchess made no move to sever their union. Rather to the contrary she interlocked her legs with his making it impossible for Subaru to separate in time.
No...she wouldn't dare.
She couldn't believe how far Crusch was taking this, but Emilia's hopes were struck out for the third time.
As Crusch reached her own climax, her tightly clamping walls swept away the last of Subaru's willpower pushing him over the edge. He shuddered as he gifted her with his life-giving seed.
Emilia, who was watching the whole event, felt a chilling despair in her chest. In her mind she saw the image of her and Subaru's children go up in flames only to be replaced by that thieving women's own offspring. This was the end for Emilia. Crusch had well and truly stolen away her Subaru's affections before Emilia had even realized what was going on. The half-elf collapsed to her knees as she leaned her side on the door frame, the burden of her sorrow as well the unbearable pleasure being too much to bear.
The world felt far away from her as she retreated into her mind. She wasn't sure she would notice if someone tapped her on the shoulder. The only aspect of the outer world she paid attention to was the wetness of her panties. Ironically she'd reached her own climax at about the same time as Subaru and Crusch.
I really am pathetic, aren't I? I never deserved Subaru and that's why he did what he did. This is a fitting fate for a wretched woman like myself.
As Emilia was lost in her thoughts the one thing she acknowledged was the renewed creaking of the bed. Evidently they weren't finished after just one round.
A Few Hours Later: Subaru POV
The door creaked open at the dead of night. Subaru stuck his head out and took in the sight of his unconscious wife. An expression of worry took hold as he looked over the woman he treasured most in the world. Currently Emilia was in a pitiful state, curled up against the wall with a tear stained face. It was obvious she'd cried herself to sleep after bearing witness to the show himself and Crusch had put on for the half-elf.
"Why does she...do this to herself," asked Crusch concernedly as she appeared behind the King. She was covered in naught more than a blanket and looked a sweaty mess from their earlier rigorous activities.
Subaru himself was only in his boxers and in a similar state. He would be glad to take a bath come morning as it would be troubling to ask the servants to run a bath this late at night.
"If I knew why then perhaps I could've stopped her," Subaru told Crusch. This was a question he asked himself often. He couldn't understand his own wife's desires sometimes.
"Either way, the Queen of Lugnica shouldn't be sleeping on the ground," the former knight turned King stated as he gently carried his beloved to their bed. Laying her on the half of the bed that Subaru had meticulously insured would stay clean, he tucked her in securely. He smiled dearly at her form as her chest moved up and down to her breathing.
Sitting besides the bed he reached deep within his Od to where his authorities rested. He required his Authority of Gluttony for this. Years ago, Subaru had absorbed Gluttony from Louis Arneb. The power that had caused him so much strife was finally his to control, but as always the power he obtained was never quite the same as the power wielded by the Sin Archbishops. Instead of consuming someone's name and their memories, Subaru could give and take parts of people's memories. He figured it reflected his greater ability to show restraint when compared to the insatiable Gluttony trio. He rested his hand on his wife's forehead and began the process.
As he grabbed the memories in question, he felt them play out in his mind in a strange amalgamation of both Emilia's and his own perspectives.
FLASHBACK
Subaru sighed in utter contentment and satisfaction as the Queen of Lugnica laid comfortably within his arms. If it was up to Subaru, moments like this would last forever. Truth be told, there was a time when Subaru had believed that Emilia would never return his feelings. Clearly, some part of that past refused to let go as every day and every night Subaru wondered how a woman as perfect as Emilia could ever love him.
Unbeknownst to him, Emilia often wondered how someone as perfect as Subaru could ever love her. She too reveled in the passionate embrace of her lover in moments such as these. Yet, unlike with her husband there was the slightest current of discontent. Of course this dissatisfaction had nothing to do with Subaru's techniques in their moments of passion. Od Laguna knows how many times he's pushed her over the edge this month alone. Rather it was a subtle lingering feeling in her chest. One that would grow monstrously if left unchecked.
"Subaru...can I ask you to do something," Emilia inquired from within his arms.
Subaru hummed as he turned to face her. "Of course, you can Emilia-tan. You know I would do anything for my Queen," he professed in a knightly fashion.
Emilia blushed at the expression of pure love and devotion that her husband was sending her. It almost made her regret what she was about to ask of him.
"You know Crusch-san will be coming to visit the Capitol to renegotiate some trade tariffs."
"Yes, what about it?" A pit formed in Subaru's stomach. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. This particular request had been coming up more and more frequently as of late.
"At that time I want you to...I want you to bed Crusch-san," Emilia blurted out quickly.
And there it was.
Of all the things he'd imagined happening in his love life, he never imagined Emilia would develop a cuck fetish. He didn't know how or when she fell to such debauchery. Subaru wondered if it was his own fault due to the rather special relationships he had with Rem and Satella. Or perhaps it was that time Capella had almost raped him in front of Emilia. Subaru shuddered at the memory and what that implied about Emilia's mental state at the time.
"Um…Subaru are you ok with that," Emilia asked timidly with a heavy blush on her face. It was never easy for her to ask Subaru to get intimate with another woman and his silence was only increasing her embarrassment.
Truthfully, Subaru was not entirely comfortable about this whole situation. He couldn't help, but feel guilty for committing infidelity even if he had permission from his wife. Perhaps it was ungrateful to feel such a way since most would never get this kind of opportunity from their spouse. Yet the two had gone over this conversation many times before and Subaru knew he would relent in the end. As guilty as he felt for sleeping with other women, he would feel even more guilty for denying Emilia's sexual fetishes when she was so willing to put up with his own. But he still had to ask.
"But are you sure? It always leaves you so…" Subaru trailed off. A large part of his hesitation came from how much her own desires seemed to cause her so much emotional pain every time she chose to pursue them.
Emilia sighed as she knew well his worries. She smiled warmly at her man. "Thank you for worrying about me, but I promise this is something I want. No, it's something I need," she affirmed.
If only she never discovered this forbidden pleasure of hers, then she would never have to subject her husband to such deviancy. She'd tried to ignore it before, but despite her best efforts her thoughts would always be consumed by the idea of Subaru getting intimate with other women. That's why she needed this release.
Yes...this is just a release. Something to satisfy me so I keep a level head as Queen.
"All I want is for you to focus on Crusch-san and forget I exist," Emilia insisted.
"If you've made up your mind then," Subaru answered, trying to keep the hesitation out of his voice.
"Don't worry too much. I've already informed Crusch-san about this arrangement."
Ah, so Emilia-tan already predicted I would give in.
"Would you like to keep your memories this time or would you rather go in blind?" Subaru questioned her.
"The latter please. It's just not the same if I know that you're doing it for me," his wife explained.
Subaru nodded his head and activated his Authority of Gluttony.
FLASHBACK END
Subaru flinched his head back as he felt the memories leave his mind and return to Emilia. He gently pulled his hand away from his wife, careful not to disturb her rest. The memories wouldn't be fully absorbed and processed by the mind for a few hours at least. Usually she would remember everything come morning.
Crusch, still wrapped in a blanket, took a seat next to Subaru. The action caused Subaru to quirk his eyebrows in confusion, he expected her to have dressed up by now.
"Will she be okay," Crusch asked as she looked over at the Queen's sleeping form. Simultaneously, she leaned onto Subaru's and wrapped his arm around hers. Whether she did it intentionally or not, Subaru was unsure of, but he made no move to push her away.
"She'll be fine. Sure she'll be embarrassed and probably cry a bit in the morning, but you'd be surprised at how chipper she'll be in a few days. It's as if someone gave her an amazing present," Subaru explained. He turned to face Crusch and began, "Speaking of, it's best you avoid her for a few days. She can be a bit pissy if you don't give her enough time."
"Will do," Crusch said with a yawn. Subaru was just about to ask her if she would like him to escort her to her room, when Crusch let out a chuckle.
"You know, back when I was betrothed to Fourier I always thought I'd lose my virginity to a King," the duchess mused. "Funny thing is that it actually ended up happening, just to the wrong King and a taken one at that," she giggled.
Subaru decided to play along, "Oh yea, and how did the esteemed duchess enjoy her illicit rendezvous with such an inadequate commoner masquerading as Royalty."
Crusch made a face as if he said something moronic. "Are you making a joke here, Natsuki Subaru? Was me shamelessly losing control of my voice and moaning in pleasure not enough to convince you that your technique was quite satisfactory? Besides, do you have any right having so little confidence in your ability when you've been gifted with such impressive manhood? No wonder, Emilia-sama fell for you so quickly."
"Sorry that was a stupid question, but I resent that statement. Emilia-tan chose me for me. Not because I've got a lot of men beat in the genetics department," Subaru replied.
Ignoring his reply, Crusch continued, "But now I'm curious as well. Was the duchess fit for the King's standards?"
Subaru smiled to himself because he already knew the answer to that question before she had asked. "You were amazing. I'm completely satisfied."
This wasn't a deceit on Subaru's part either. Not that he could get any lies past Crusch's Divine Protection anyway. Not only was Crusch's friendly and engaging personality exactly what Subaru sought for in a one night stand, but she was also able to keep up with his stamina. Truly she was a cut above the rest compared to other women Subaru had invited for this purpose. He quickly went over them in his head. Rem always got a bit too emotional. Frederica (forgive me Otto) was a bit too formal. Shaula was too wild and immature. Ram was too prickly and demeaning. Anastasia was only in it for the money. And Priscilla…she was too intense.
Subaru shuddered at the memory of that night with Priscilla. The things that crimson demon had done…suffice to say it had traumatized everyone involved. Which is why Subaru had stolen Emilia's memories of that night. He would never allow Emilia to live with such humiliation.
"Oh you're completely satisfied then," Crusch pouted. She allowed the blanket to slip down her body. "Because I was hoping for one last round," she said in a seductive manner.
Subaru thought about it for a moment. He was unsure if he should do it with Emilia sleeping on the same bed. Glancing at the half-elf, he noted that her body was completely still and motionless.
"Hmmm, just one more," Subaru decided as he guided Crusch to the far side of the bed.
Soon after the squeaking of bedsprings once more echoed down the halls of the Castle. In the royal bedchambers, neither Crusch nor Subaru noticed as a tear trailed down the half-elf's face or the hand that disappeared beneath the covers.
The Next Morning
Emilia woke to the stark stillness of the morning with bloodshot eyes. She found herself in her familiar bed, yet it felt colder somehow lacking its usual warmth. Her eyes spun around rapidly, focusing on everything her eyes gazed at. As if trying to see something that wasn't there. From her pillow, to the ceiling, to the floor, to the chair, to the mirror, to the Subaru reflected in it…Subaru. In a flash the memories of last night's hellish experience returned to her.
She turned her body to look at her husband directly. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his handsome sleeping face. Her precious Subaru, she loved watching him sleep on the short few occasions where she was able to wake up before him. Yet this time she found no enjoyment, rather only pain as her mind was assaulted by the memories of his betrayal. Her reality felt warped, her perception was overwritten by her memories and she could only see Subaru as he was yesterday. Committing adultery in the arms of another woman.
It burned her to see him like this. It was a pain that targeted the soul. If there was ever a way to damage one's Od, then this was surely it. But through it all arose the same intense feeling she had yesterday. That traitorous thrill of seeing her Subaru being ridden by Crusch Karsten. The excitement, the desire, the utter lust.
Her hands dipped once more below her waist. She tried to pull off her panties only to find that she had never put them back on. It didn't matter as she started rubbing her womanhood hard. Harder than even last night. She dropped all pretense of holding back. Her degeneracy was already well established by now.
Her mind rapidly went through last night's events.
Subaru and Crusch in the same room.
Emilia could feel electrifying tingles spread through her lower half.
Watching Crusch ride Subaru's manhood.
Emilia's most special place was on fire.
Subaru spreading his seed inside of that green haired woman.
The half-elf was never as aroused in her life as she was now.
Her body shook as it demanded release. Her desperate movements became even more vigorous. Shamelessly, or perhaps because of it, Emilia felt an incredible desire to climax to the image of her husband making love in her absence. That release would not come.
Her body froze as she felt a hand rest atop the one she had on her crotch. Her eyes looked up in shock to stare into a now awake and smirking Subaru. Evidently she'd woken him up while pleasuring herself.
"Does it really feel that good to watch me have sex with other women," he asked smugly.
Emilia flushed deeply at his bold comment. A part of her was scandalized that he wasn't even trying to deny his treachery. A larger part found it to be a huge turn on. In her lust driven state she lost control of her body. Against her own volition she felt her hands begin to stroke her womanhood again.
This action only seemed to amuse Subaru more as he pulled the blanket off to watch her directly. Despite her embarrassment, she continued to finger herself as she was beyond the point where shame could stop her.
"Does it excite you to know that I felt up Crusch all over? She has a very nice body after all. Of course she did the same to me," Subaru confessed in a sultry tone.
Emilia whimpered as Subaru whispered such hurtful things. As much as she wanted to forget, it was hopeless when Subaru was describing the event in detail. Her heartbeat was running a sprint in her chest. The pain and the pleasure, it was all becoming one in her daze.
"And when she climbed on top and lowered herself onto my rod. The way she was clamping onto me. It was an amazing feeling I tell you." Subaru was relentless in his verbal torture. Sensing his wife was close he had the perfect idea to send her over the edge with a bang.
Climbing over the self pleasuring woman, he moved her hands out of the way before inserting his own fingers into her womanhood.
Emilia gasped as she felt Subaru's fingers enter her. His hands were like magic, attacking her sensitive points with fervour. The fact that he could pleasure her even better than she could pleasure herself was proof of the experience he had with her body.
Leaning in close he whispered, "It felt so good that I couldn't stop myself. I ended up blowing my load inside Crusch. Who knows, maybe she's carrying my child?"
As he said this, he pinched Emilia's swollen clitoris. First gently and then increasing the pressure until it was a blinding pain. The effects of his physical and emotional abuse were immediate.
Emilia's body shook violently as an unbearable intensity surged to her womanhood. Her hands clutched her pillow hard enough to tear holes while her back arched as she thrust her hips upwards. As she cried out she found her lips suddenly stolen by Subaru who had pulled her into a deep sensual kiss. It was too much for her frazzled nerves and it finally sent her over the edge. She climaxed as the man who cheated on her continued to finger and kiss her. Emilia could feel her walls tighten around his fingers and her thoughts ground to a halt as she could pay attention to little more than the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
She loved this feeling. The lust. The mind numbing pleasure. She hated this feeling. The guilt. How her husband's open betrayal had done nothing to diminish her sexual desires towards him. Rather it was almost as if his betrayal had enhanced it. She was truly pathetic.
As she came off the effects of the orgasm, she felt a prominent question that needed to be asked. One that might seal the end of her relationship with Subaru for good, but even so she would still ask it. Emilia was too mentally exhausted from last night's as well the morning's events and she needed answers. Even if they were the ones she didn't want to hear.
Breaking the kiss Emilia stared straight into the beautiful brown eyes she loved so much. It was making her tear up that she might never see them up this close ever again. But she pulled herself to ask "Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Subaru replied, looking a bit put out over her ending the kiss.
"Why...why are you still here?"
"Is it wrong for me to be laying in my bed?"
Emilia tired of his non-answers. "No! Why are you with me? When you should be with Crusch!" Emilia fumed.
"Emilia-tan, don't you remember what you asked me to do four nights ago," Subaru prodded.
Emilia looked at him skeptically. "I didn't ask you to do any-," Emilia cut herself off as she felt something click in her mind that led to an overwhelming surge of memories. Within these recollections she learned the truth. Her Subaru hadn't gone behind her back to commit adultery. The reality was much worse. She had made him do it.
"Oh…" Emilia muttered dumbly at the revelation. "That doesn't make me feel any better."
With a concerned expression, Subaru pulled her head close to his chest. "You know we can stop this whenever you want, right?" But Emilia merely shook her head.
She leaned into his chest. Seeking comfort in his warmth, even as it burned her to know that not just Crusch, but multiple women had claimed this body. They had touched his skin, forced him inside of them, and seen him at his most vulnerable. Those were all things that were supposed to be reserved to herself and herself alone as Subaru's wife. But then she'd gone and handed out those privileges like party favors. It wasn't something she could accept so easily.
These new (or rather returned) memories were turning her mind into a whirlpool of emotions. On one hand she wanted to condemn herself for giving into her lustful desires, but on the other hand she knew the more she restricted these feelings the more they would fester and grow. She felt irrational anger towards the women who had slept with Subaru even if she was the one who had allowed them to do so. She even pettily simmered over the fact that Subaru hadn't tried harder to stop her. That he'd given in so easily. Was he actually enjoying this more than she expected? That thought was pleasing and disheartening at the same time.
But above all what she wanted more than anything was to be with her Subaru. For him to touch her as she touched him. For him to reaffirm his love for her. To fill Emilia with so much happiness that she can put these doubts to rest. Even if Emilia knew from experience that those doubts would never really disappear, she wanted this anyway.
She didn't even need to say anything. Her wordless desires were immediately clear to her Husband who was more than happy to fulfill them. What began as a slow and compassionate kiss became more and more and more. What proceeded from there was something Subaru liked to call therapy sex. It was what Emilia used to get over the pain of being cucked. What made it different than normal sex was the raw and brutal emotions the two displayed for each other. Subaru would never admit it to himself, but he loved these sessions despite them coming at the cost of Emilia's emotional pain.
In this moment Emilia wanted him, desired him, needed him. And Subaru was no different. They came at each other in a frenzy, their lust becoming an insatiable force.
Subaru wanted to hold the woman he treasured the most in this world as close to him as possible, wrapping his arms around her. EMT was his drug and he just couldn't get enough of it. Similarly, Emilia made it her goal to touch, rub, and lick every part Subaru's body that she could reach. As if instinctively cleansing Subaru of Crusch's touch, and making it so he would only remember her own.
Neither of the two were gentle in their mating. This wasn't the time for kindness and trust. This was the time for unbridled passion and intensity. And they reveled in it. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as they came together violently and aggressively. In one moment, Subaru was roughly pulling her arms back as he took her from behind. In another, Emilia was digging into his back with her nails. As they continued they only became more and more aggressive.
The room was filled with the cacophony of panting, moaning, and the violent shaking of the bed. Uncaring of who might hear them, neither the King nor the Queen held back anything from the sounds of their love making. It was unlikely either of the pair would have noticed if someone entered the room. Subaru was too busy thrusting into the women he considered most beautiful in the world, while Emilia was enjoying the feeling of Subaru inside of her, the place where he belonged.
The heat of their passion was like that of a star. Yet as is with all stars that burn the brightest, their love making came to an end all too soon.
So her limit is still only two rounds.
After only fifteen minutes, Emilia had pulled away. Collapsing onto the bed and closing her eyes to rest and catch her breath. Getting over the disappointment of the abrupt stop, Subaru laid down next to his wife. He began running his fingers through her hair as he whispered sweet nothings into her elven ears. Within minutes Emilia was asleep once more, this time with a satisfied smile instead of a tear stained grimace.
Normally, she would've lasted a lot longer. But at the pace they were going it was inevitable her endurance would be worn down. This of course left Subaru with the inconvenience of having to stop while still hard. Not that he held it against Emilia of course. He wasn't even that put off by it, as she would probably be wanting more after she woke up.
He sighed out loud as he slipped out of bed, doing his best to clear his mind of indecent thoughts in the hopes of calming himself down. Figuring a cold shower would do him some good, he put on a bathrobe and left the bedchamber.
After heading down the corridor while wondering what sort of breakfast would be served by the castle staff he was pulled out of his thoughts as he came to an intersection. Heading straight leads to the palace bathhouse while the hallway to the right houses the living quarters of several important members of the Royal Court.
That's right. Otto shouldn't be back from Kararagi for another few days.
Altering his route, Subaru turned the corner. He followed the signs until he came upon the living quarters of none other than their Minister of Internal Affairs.
Knocking on the door, Subaru called out "Frederica-san are you awake yet?" He felt a sense of elation as heard demihuman's lithe footsteps approach the door.
AN: Here's a second one from the Justice for Subaru committee. Read something cancerous recently so I decided to write something to get over it. I was originally going to write a story that was a lot more painful for Emilia, but it ended up making me feel depressed so I stopped and made this one instead. Might still finish the other one later though.
Sorry if some of the characters like Subaru and Crusch felt OOC. A part of it can be explained by the fact that they were role-playing for Emilia's sake.