Warning: this chapter contains explicit, sexual content which some readers might find unappealing. If you don't wish to read it, I suggest you unfortunately just skip this chapter. It's rated M for a reason, and this is why.
The Vileness of Man: Mission Eleven — Lecherous Angel
The night was Fugue Fest, new year's eve and holy day of legal anarchy celebrated throughout the Isles. It was the one night of the year that man may do as he pleases outside of the constraints of law without fear of repercussion. Theft, vandalism, blasphemy, even murder was all forgiven on this sacred day, seen as a purifying ritual to cleanse one's soul in preparation for the next year. Only three people of importance were not allowed to participate in Fugue Fest; the High Overseer for he was the orchestrator for the day's beginning and end, the Emperor or Empress for fear that in their lawless delusion they would beget a war, and the monarch's Royal Protector to safeguard their charge against the almost certain influx of assassination attempts and to force them to stay their own hand.
While Hiram Burrows was a paranoid traitor, there was one good thing that came out of his tyrannical reign—the safe house. And though it had served him well as a conference room for him and his generals, it had since been completely transformed into a space fit for a young empress. Bannered curtains covered the cemented windows, and the numerous bookshelves had been cleared out to allow for a small lounge/recreation area. The room with the cots for the few patrolling Overseers had been changed out with one larger bed for my Lady's comfort, and the space underneath the upper balcony had been transformed into a dining room. The only place that stayed relatively the same was the upper balcony, and I had kept that Wall of Light intact in case of emergencies, despite my distaste of Sokolov's technologies.
As with every year this night occurred, the empress and I would stay in the rooftop safe house for the entire day, waiting patiently for the Abbey to conclude this period of permissible chaos and for life to return to its dull norm. We would play games, converse, drink wine, and listen to music audiographs as we lazed the day away. It was as if the outside world did not exist and reality just consisted of us two, enclosed in our lavish bunker. No windows indicated the time of day and the walls were too thick to allow distant sounds to penetrate our solitary companionship. Emily could finally rest her mind from the anxiety of politics, forget about the persistence of the plague, and just act as a normal sixteen-year-old girl for one night. She smiled and laughed, and her blithe and certain security allowed me to be able to relax my guard. It was my favorite holiday of the year, despite the stress and preparation that went into guaranteeing this emotion's prevalence.
All our meals had to be pre-prepared and meticulously checked a dozen times to undermine the chance of poison. The guards stationed on the rooftops who had elected to not participate in this night's ritual were carefully selected by myself and investigated for any treasonous desires twisting their thoughts. My personal investments in the security measures our safe house implemented were inspected and even I ran mock trials to ensure I could not easily penetrate their walls. So much labor was put into protecting my empress' spirits that one would call me insane to think this holiday my most preferred, but the simple smile Emily gave as I dissolved all her troubles made my efforts worthwhile. And yet as the night slipped away, so did Emily's smile.
At first I thought it was the wine. She was young and didn't have a high alcohol tolerance, and sometimes went over her limit. Though normally her drunken stupor would cause for many fits of humor at seemingly nothing, or other silly antics that would no doubt cause me to laugh alongside her as I tended to her clouded judgment. This is not to say I would allow her so easily to become inebriated under my watchful gaze, but it was not my place to dictate her actions, and though I gave constant advice, her relentless nature caused her to typically disregard my efforts. However, her attitude was more of chagrin than the aloofness losing her sobriety would conjure, and so I looked for another cause for the absence of her smile.
"How high do you think the death toll is now, Corvo?" Emily sighed, taking a long swig of her rosé wine. She was always so sympathetic for her people, to the point where her own sanity was at risk. She cared so much for the masses that hated her, and ever since Banister had left her side their menial complaints had turned more outwardly vicious. They muttered ill-will towards their "Rat Queen", despite the all time low of the plague's infected population, and Emily's most recent decree to restore the Flooded District to its former glory had turned many heads in Parliament. She detested Fugue Fest, despite my love for the holiday, simply for the numerous "innocents" that she felt would be wronged in the lawlessness of the night. Many homes would be pillaged for family heirlooms, men would kill their best friends over a drunken quarrel, and woman would be raped trying to flee from the chaos. It wounded her heart to know there was nothing she could do to protect these victims, and so she drank to subdue her troubled mind.
"The Abbey is open for those who wish not to partake in the night's festivities," I reminded her as I leaned against the dining area's wall, watching her slouch in her chair at the table.
My remark seemed to silence her for a moment as she considered this fact, but not enough to erase her sarcastic tone, "If you could do anything you wished tonight, what would it be? And don't say you'd be protecting me," she snipped, and took another drink.
"Hmm…I haven't really thought of what I'd do. I only have one night, so I suppose I'd just go get drunk somewhere and end up with some woman. Nothing too exciting." It was the truth; I hadn't put much thought into my actions if I was able to participate. Protecting the empress on this sacred holiday had been my life for the past twenty-some years, and I had grown accustomed to it, as if it were tradition.
I'm not sure if my words pleased her or if the alcohol had started to kick in, but her bad mood began to subside, and that wondrous smile peered from its hiding place, "How long have you been without a woman's embrace, Corvo? Your duties tend to prevent you from pursuing any healthy relationship. Exactly how long has it been since your last...release? And I don't mean through your own actions."
Nothing could have prepared me for that question. I coughed and choked, wine came spewing from my lips, and embarrassment flooded my body, "Emily! That's inappropriate!" I wheezed, frantically trying to regain my composure, "You shouldn't ask a gentleman that."
"That long, huh?"
"Emily!"
"Fine, fine, I'll stop teasing you," she laughed and set down her empty glass, "Close your eyes though."
My sigh filled the air as relief rushed over me. Obeying her wish, I covered my eyes with my hands, "Are we playing a game?" I asked. Hide-and-seek was her favorite way to pass the time, and since it would only be a few more hours until Parrish declared the order restored, I figured she was growing bored of lazing about and talking on depressing topics. Although, I wasn't quite sure how we'd play the game in such a small space. Certainly I would be able to find her easily, and vice versa. It confused me slightly, and yet I was grateful she had dropped that embarrassing conversation.
"Sort of," was all she responded, which only confused me further. She hadn't told me what to count to, or to even start to count, and as time lingered on she didn't run away and hide. Though I couldn't see her, I knew she was still before me, the soft patter of dainty feet telling me she had crept closer. She stopped so close I could feel the warmth from her skin. A gentle hand caressed my chest and my heart pounded in response. What was she doing? Why wasn't she hiding? Was she testing my sight? Trying to make sure I wasn't cheating? All these questions flashed through my mind as I felt her grab onto a handful of my shirt and pull herself onto her toes with a small grunt. The scent of sweet fruit danced with the bitterness of alcohol on her breath, and I could feel my cheeks growing brighter. Suddenly something soft and wet pulled on my bottom lip, and my eyes snapped open. She was…kissing me?! I didn't think, I just grabbed her arms and pushed her away as firmly as I could, a look of horror twisting my façade.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" I yelled, squeezing her shoulders to prevent mine from shaking. What had came over her? She looked sober enough, but her actions begged to differ. I don't know why I was shaking, whether her actions truly startled me or if it was the whole uncertainty surrounding her sudden attraction towards my person, but I couldn't stop. My eyes bulged and my teeth clenched as I scoured my brain for a reason to explain this unexpected affection, and my breath was heavy with the rapidly accumulating stress.
"I'm giving you your wish," she breathed seductively, staring up at me with this large, doe-eyed look.
My wish? Was that what this was all about? Did she feel obligated to give me my desire since she was technically the reason I couldn't go out and lay with some random floozy? It was foolishness, and certainly some of this was attributed to the cocktail of booze and female hormones clouding her youthful mind. "I-I didn't mean you. I apologize if I confused you," I stumbled and turned my back to her to hide my blushing face. Guilt plagued my thoughts as I tried to calm myself. If only I had known she had taken my answer so seriously I would have suggested to dawn my mask and go terrorize the nobles. That would have made for a more interesting turn of events.
Her arms wrapped around my waist, "I do not see a problem. I am a woman and you are a man. Your desire was to be with a woman, and since there are no other women around…" she whispered, her delicate fingers tickled up my thigh.
I instantly grabbed her wrist as I felt the blood begin swell in my groins, and spun around to glare into her eyes, "Stop these foolish antics right now!" I seethed, watching her jerk away. Immediately, I hated myself for scolding her, for yelling at my empress—the empress. I had stumbled too far over the line and mentally cursed myself for my blunder. No amount of apology could fix the horrible glare she shot, like a dagger puncturing my lung and painfully taking away my breath, and her anger instantly ceased my shakes.
Her eyes turned cold as she forcefully pushed me backwards with much distain, causing me to bump my head crudely onto the wall. "I'm tired of being treated like a child, Corvo! By Parliament, by the nobility, by my citizens—but you're the worst of them all. You still see me as that scared little orphaned heiress whose mother you couldn't save and who beckoned for you to sweep her off her feet and carry back to her throne. Good job, well done, Corvo, you saved the empire! But that was four years ago. I am a woman now, yet you are so reluctant to see that simple fact. No matter how I try to approach you, attempting to break that blockade you so carefully guard your true feelings with, you stand there, all high and mighty with your creed, and abolish all my advances. I'm sick and tired of playing games with you! Of tip-toeing about my true feelings, and never taking the leap of faith. So here they are, my feelings, all of them. Look upon me and cease your prudence!" She was angry, no, beyond that. She was livid, and I had never seen such fire directed towards me. I had reprimanded her as would a parent, and my mind was blank of ideas of how to repair my mistake. Normally every action I took was carefully thought out, and yet she had caught me so off guard that for once I was speechless. All I could do was try to dissuade her advances and calm her temper, lest this blaze grow quickly from beyond my control.
"You don't understand..."I groaned, rubbing my head. Was that how she thought I saw her? As a child? Perhaps I was too protective of her, but it was my duty, and I loved her as if she were my blood. Maybe that feeling was misplaced. It had been appropriate with her mother was still alive, when Emily had thought of me as a father-figure, but as she voiced her opinion I realized this feeling had expanded beyond my comprehension. She…loved me, or at least she thought she did, for girls fell in and out of love too easily, and certainly the strain of running a vast empire alone had caused a hole which she thought I could fill. I couldn't bring myself to think of her the same way, though, no matter how beautiful time had forged her.
"What?" she spat, "Do you fear how my mother would have perceived you bedding her only daughter, whom you saw suckle on her teat and grow into the woman you see before you now? Aren't you the one who told me to lead with my heart? Or would you see it crushed for fear of reprisal from the dead?"
Oh, now she was using my words against me—clever girl, "You're far too young, Emily. You're sixteen. I'm thirty-six! You deserve to give yourself to someone who can take care of your for the rest of your life, someone who you can give children to. Like…Lord Byron, he's a poet! You like poetry! I don't like any of those fancy things." I reasoned, hoping she would soon drop the subject. My head was throbbing, my face was burning, and I was running out of excuses to ward off her pleas.
"Lord Byron is an eccentric pervert. You say I'm too young, that you're falling over your peak. That I should focus on suitors who'd just as easily marry me for my title than my spirit. I know you're not an ambitious man. You would never rise against me, or seek my throne. I'd rather give my heart and name to someone twice my age, whom I care for and trust with my life, than bed a stranger and bear their alien children for the sake of the empire."
"Emily..."
"I'm not asking you to marry me, Corvo," she strained, fidgeting with the buttons on my vest, "I'm asking you to make me a woman. It's Fugue Fest, after all! Mothers can rightfully smother their children, friends can steal each other's possessions, and neighbors can sleep with their neighbor's coveted wife. Murder, theft, adultery-all is forgiven on this day, new year's eve, so why can I not do something completely legal with the man whom I love?"
"It just doesn't feel right." Was that the best excuse I could come up with? That it didn't "feel right"? She certainly had some charisma, for I was reluctantly beginning to rethink my reasons for pushing her away. She was amazingly beautiful, though that could have been the alcohol talking, and though I didn't want tosee her faith in me waver, she made it seem as if the only way I could safeguard her innocence was to take it for myself.
Why was I so hesitant? Jessamine was gone; Emily had made that perfectly clear. Was I afraid of betraying her mother's trust? I had watched Emily grow since she was an infant, but that would only cause my love for her to be pure, unlike the greedy, power-hungry suitors I'd just as easily give her to. Was it because of my age? She was so young and full of life, hardly corrupted by the vileness of man, and that alone was so refreshing. Perhaps it was because of the rumor I had started all those years ago. If I gave into her desire, how would I defend myself against allegations of slander, or even worse, incest? Though the rumor's usefulness had faded ever since Emily's birthday in the spring (when she had become of age to rightfully rule) I didn't want the Trinci's to feel swindled out of their fair share of the power and threaten to secede off of my lie. What about it was so wrong? I cared for her so much, as if she was my own, but she wasn't, and I needed to face that fact. There was no blood-tie to deter my hand, and yet it felt as if my heart was lusting for my own flesh.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers entwining themselves in my thick locks, and stared at me with those luscious brown orbs, "Corvo, if you share feelings towards me in the slightest, I beg of you. I know you're the only one for me. I just wish you'd see it too."
I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I didn't have another excuse and I had wasted my energy trying to combat her stubbornness. I was the only person she had left and I didn't want to make her feel even more unwanted. Maybe I was the only one for her and just refused to acknowledge her valid points for fear of dishonoring my creed of loyalty. However, if I was truly to be loyal, then wouldn't I be obligated to indulge my Lady's yearnings? It was all so confusing, and the bump my head I had received upon meeting the wall wasn't helping me think clearly.
"Emily, I—"
Before I could finish my last ditch effort, the young monarch had forced herself against my lips once more, except this time I didn't pull away. I knew it was wrong; I was so much older than her and her guardian, but she tasted so sweet and my body longed for a woman's touch. I grasped onto her waist with one hand and seized the back of her neck with the other, deepening the passionate exchange. Her hair was so soft, like silk, and it smelt of strawberries, teasing my senses. Our tongues battled each other's as if it was a sparring session, and the tart tang of wine tingled my taste buds. I could tell she was having trouble keeping up with my passion, which only excited me more. Her inexperience, her innocence, it electrified my senses, making me feel much younger than my 36 years. However, her grunts and constant sighs broke the flowing rhythm of our embrace, as her petite stature forced her to unsteadily balance on her tip toes to meet my lips. I wasn't about to allow a few inches of height different to ruin our moment of euphoria and my eyes scoured the area for a quick solution. The table! Certainly it wasn't that comfortable, but it would serve to temporarily alleviate her struggles. I hunched my back and continued to explore the caverns of her mouth, lapping up every morsel of sugary syrup that dared to linger on her tongue, and began to carefully tread towards my sighted destination.
A soft and adorably cute yelp escaped her throat as her rear bumped the edge of the maple wood, and I tenderly grasped onto her filled hips and hoisted her onto the table's edge. Now that she wouldn't have to strain, our rhythm quickly regained its momentum. It was as if we were making music with our kiss. Every gasp for air was an accentuated sforzando, our heavy sighs were the decrescendo; it was masterful symphony, and yet I knew this was only the first movement. Was she ready to move to the second? My body needed no extra stimulus, but I didn't want to startle to her with my lusting eagerness. She was so delicate and fragile (or at least that's how I perceived her) and I was frightened I'd accidently break her with my spontaneity. I had never actually been with a virgin before. In fact, the only women I had taken after swearing my oath of Protector were loose harlots and random servant girls I could sneak away from their duties for short periods of time to alleviate my urges. Needless to say, a true romantic interaction was long overdue.
I broke away from her lips to begin trailing down her neck, maneuvering under her shirt's high collar to suckle the tender flesh. I felt my trousers tighten as the ecstasy clouded my thoughts, which rendered it nearly impossible to concentrate on any thoughts beyond indulging my torrid cravings. My fingers skirted along the edges of my Lady's blouse, and slowly they crept up and grasped onto her jacket's clasp. Carefully, I unfastened her outermost garment and slid it off her shoulders, earning a rewarding sigh. Emily constricted her legs around my waist and pulled me closer and my bulge happily prodded into her stomach. Her boots! They had to come off next. I needed to feel her tiny toes arch in the crevice of my spine. I pulled them off and casted them to the side. Emily was such a quick learner, for as her shoes landed crudely behind us and I moved to delve back onto her sweet lips, she stopped mine with her fingers and whispered sexily in my ear, "Meet me in the bedroom." My figure melted as her hot breath tickled my earlobe, and I watched her sensually stride to her room, looking flirtatiously over her shoulder as the door closed between us.
Damnit! Why did she have to break away? Without Emily's intoxicating touch to suppress my wandering thoughts, my guilt began to pile back on, and I found myself once again second guessing my actions. I knew once I stepped foot into that bedroom all my inhibitions would disappear and I'd give into her every desire, molded like clay in an artist's hands. Was I taking advantage of her inebriated state? No, she wasn't drunk, perhaps slightly tipsy to the point of giggly glee, but she knew exactly what she was doing, and so did I. Could I really break my oath and bed my charge? Sure, practically everyone in the Isles thought I already had, but could I do it for real? Oh to the Void with it all! An attractive young woman wanted me and here I was, arguing semantics with myself. Taking a deep breath, I stripped down until I was just in my knee-length drawers and grey button-up shirt. I then filled myself with confidence and proceeded into the room.
All the lights were off except for a pale blue whale-oil lamp glowing softly beside the bed, and the illuminating glow from the dining room flooded the small area. The light must have produced a golden halo around my form, for at my appearance Emily gasped and gawked, as if she had laid eyes upon some god-like entity. She had also stripped down to her skivvies, though her apparel was much more tantalizing than mine. A white, lacy chemise was slipping slightly off her shoulders and short little bloomers puffed out from her hips. Lacy garters held up her ivory stockings and she had taken her hair down from its large pin curls. Thankfully, she had also already taken off her whale-bone corset, for I didn't know how to even begin to remove one of those horrid contraptions. As if I were under a spell I crawled onto the bed, jaw half dropped and cheeks a rosy red from the sheer amount of her skin being revealed.
"It's my turn," she hummed, grasping onto the collar of my shirt and beginning to undo its buttons. If I wasn't so enthralled in her fervor, my insecurity about my appearance may have arisen as she slid off the thick cloth. She pushed me down and climbed onto my bare stomach, pinning down my wrists. This was her first time, right? Her natural dominance surprised me, and as her lips trailed my stomach, her luscious juices began seeping through her thin garment.
"Where did you—"
"—learn this?" she cut off, her tongue tickling my navel, "I've read many books that told me ways to please a man."
She read books about these things? What was she doing, studying for this night? "Books? What kind of books?"
"Plays, actually. The Young Prince of Tyvia, Daughter of Tyvia…" Erotic plays! How did she manage to get her hands on those? I'd never had imagined her the type to crawl under her covers and fill her fantasies with the tales of Prince Kallisarr. And it was actually shockingly arousing to know she had a salacious side. As she moved back up my chest, my gaze lingered down her thin ensemble till I could spot her voluptuous breasts and schemes began to form as I thought of ways I might free them from their tantalizing prison.
"Your literature tutor allows you to read thoooo—"my words trailed off into a moan as she tenderly nipped on my neck. Lecherous angel! She had found my secret spot, that sensitive patch of skin just under my ear that made my toes curl and eyes roll back. How had she found it so quickly? Even the most experienced woman took a while to find mine. I really needed to read these books.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And it will certainly benefit you," her breath tickled my skin and her skinny fingers traced the inside of my thigh. It was breath-taking to see a woman so eager for intimacy, especially one of such class. Of course, she didn't have a mother to teach her proper bedroom etiquette and Emily never listened to her matchmaker's advice. That only left me, and who was I to thwart her lascivious yearnings? As she massaged the inside of my groin, her hand accidently bumped into my erection, and her face turned an eerie purple hue, compliments from the blue whale oil lamp. Despite all the sensual foreplay her books had foretold, she had not a clue of what to do when it came to conquering that feat, and a smirk involuntarily twisted my façade. Her true innocence was beginning to show, and that excited me much more than her previous promiscuity. It was my turn once more, to begin the third and final movement of our licentious symphony.
I grabbed her firm rear and flipped over so that I was on top. Feverishly, I pulled her chemise over her head, releasing her plump bosom from its hiding place. Her mounds cheerfully bounced as they greeted me and before Emily could shy away and cover herself, I hungrily latched onto them. They fit perfectly in my grasp, as if custom tailored for my hands alone. I eagerly toyed with her nipples until they grew hard, receiving adorable gasps and soft moans for my efforts. It was amazing how sensitive flesh could be, and as I nipped on her breast lightly with my teeth, her back arched in ecstasy. Her body was moist, eager for my touch, and I was ready to indulge her cravings. My callused fingers skirted on the edge of her bloomers before coyly slipping inside and Emily's mouth fell open as I began to massage her flower's bud. Her slick and sensual juices flooded her garment as I carefully slipped one of my digits inside her. My heart fluttered as she hummed my name, and once I knew she was ready, I pushed in a second. She yelped painfully, though it was to be expected, and my lips traced her navel, earning another pleasant arch. My emotions whirled as a gale storm from her passionate cries. She was so lovely in her lusting state, her countenance as refreshing as spring rain and body burning as hot as star fire.
"My books never told of such wondrous pleasure! Oh Corvo, teach me! Teach me everything!" she moaned, and I was more than happy to espouse her desire.
I stripped my drawers and kicked them to the side, and Emily flushed as she gazed upon my alert affair. I then slid off her bloomers and spread her quivering thighs. I was about to deflower her, no, that word was far too harsh for the pleasure we were both about to experience. I was allowing her to blossom! And who better to help her ripen than her loyal guardian? Slowly I pushed into her warmth and could hear Emily's muffled cries of pain, though she gazed into my eyes with a most encouraging look. Her tight sheath contracted around my member, and the pleasure begged me to quicken my pace, but her spasms of pain that contorted her beautiful face restrained my ardor. It was only after a few more gentle thrusts that her virgin pains began to subside, and her body soon trembled under mine with torrid desire. Our carnal pleasure enticed us into a voluptuous delirium, and she begged me to fill her more vigorously, though I knew her body could not withstand my full passion. Her inner charms clung so desperately to my foreskin, aiding my rhythm. I dove back onto her lips, licking them furiously and exploring the caverns of mouth. Our moans were our symphonies' melody, my delicious thrusts the harmony. Faster, harder, the final movement was reaching its apex.
Her cries turned to lecherous screams, and for a moment I thought to quiet her ravings for fear a wandering guard outside would hear. Oh let them hear! Let them listen upon our beautiful music and be crushed in jealousy! "Corvo!" she screeched, her body convulsing as her locus flooded with luscious spendings. The pressure was building inside and a look horror soon captivated my face as I realized my fatal error. I didn't know where to release. I had forgotten my handkerchief and certainly could not let loose inside her for obvious reasons. And yet through her euphoric delirium, Emily did something absolutely awe-astounding. As I pulled out of her body, her brought her lips over my tip and ran her tongue under my shaft. My body lurched forward as the wave of ecstasy came over me, and my seed burst into her anticipating mouth.
We both flung back onto the bed, our breaths uneven from our exerted emotions. Emily slipped into that blissful womanly coma, and I wiped off a drop of my fluids that dared to linger on her chin with a weary laugh. It was only after my euphoria subsided that I realized the full depth of my situation. I had just taken my charge; tarnished her innocence, and ravaged her maidenhood for my own selfish desires. Of course she loved every moment of it, but that didn't change the fact that it was wrong, and that I gave into her demands when I should have stood strong. Of course, this was only a one-time engagement, right? Surely she wouldn't expect this of me again, so her innocence would remain somewhat intact. There was simply a hole deep inside her soul in which she thought I could fill, and now that she had gotten her wish, that hole would surely close up. Or at least, that's what I outwardly hoped for. Deep down, I longed for her touch again, but it simply could not be. There would be no way for such feelings to go unseen amongst the noisy servants and Emily would have to understand the gravity of her yearnings.
Did I love her, as she claimed to feel for me? I couldn't bring myself to speak the words outright, despite how deeply I may have felt. I certainly cared for her to such an extent I would willfully lay down my life in an instant and that feeling was not secular to her title. I was too old for new love, and she too young, yet those words would not heed our eventual desires. This was the moment when our relationship truly extended beyond that of a protector and my charge, and thus began a complex relationship built on a firm foundation of secrecy and desire.
Smutty smut smutters? Yeah, so this was EXTEREMLY challenging to write, especially since I'm a female writing smut from a male's perspective in first person. I apologize to all my guy readers if I got anything wrong, such as thought processes during the heated moment—I did the best I could do.
So, I realized that because my flashbacks tend to flow unevenly with time, some of the actual background of the time period in which they happen can get confusing. So here's a little summary of every flashback that's happened so far, in chronological order:
Flashback in Chapter 7: Emily was 11 and discovered Corvo's powers. She begins to develop a crush on him at this time. Pre-relationship.
Flashback in Chapter 10: Emily was 14 and discovered Corvo's scars and secretly expresses her growing feelings through her present. Pre-relationship.
Flashback in Chapter 11: Emily was 16 and began her intimate relationship with Corvo.
Flashback in Chapter 2: Emily is 17. Day that Corvo recuses himself part 1/3. Current relationship.
Flashback in Chapter 3: Emily is 17. Day that Corvo recuses himself part 2/3. Current relationship.
Flashback in Chapter 4: Emily is 17. Day that Corvo recuses himself part 3/3. Current relationship.
Emily is currently 17 yrs old. Corvo is 37. I hope that explains it. REVIEW! XD