A/N: I actually quite enjoyed writing this fic; it gave me a new appreciation for Kriemhild, and how terribly underappreciated she is.

Features her base form (the one with the black dress) too~

Do enjoy~

Marriage Counselling

Chaldea was a relatively peaceful place, most of the time.

While it did house some of the more rambunctious and lively Servants within its walls, they were also often good-mannered enough to keep to themselves – and if not, they were only summoned on rare occasions, or with limiters put on them so they didn't cause wanton chaos. That being said, it wasn't always quiet.

Such as today.

''I can't believe you would forget!''

Kriemhild's shout was so shrill it seemed to shake the very foundations of Chaldea, and any Servants without a death wish mindfully left the surrounding area or locked themselves in their rooms – none wanting the hassle of dealing with an emotional, angry Berserker-class Servant. Especially one in the midst of an argument with her spouse.

''Forgot what...?''

''You-!'' Kriemhild clenched her fists, glaring furiously at a baffled Siegfried. ''You promised that we'd go on a date in 'a few months'! It's been a 'few' months now! Three, to be precise!''

''Oh.'' Siegfried scratched the back of his head. ''I didn't mean 'few' as in literally, just... at some point. With everything that's been happening lately I just-''

''Just forgot about me, that's what!'' Kriemhild barked. ''You always go out with your new friends and leave your wife behind to wait! When was the last time we went on a trip together?!''

''Well, Chaldea has strict rules about us mingling with humanity-''

''Screw the rules! What are they going to do, stop us?'' Kriemhild scoffed, lips downturned into an angry twist. ''You're barely even affectionate with me anymore!''

''...because every time I am you get embarrassed and whack me...'' Siegfried muttered under his breath.

''What was that?!'' His wife shrieked.

''Nothing, dear.''

His passiveness only irritated Kriemhild more, not helped by her innate Berserker trait, and with a scream of frustration she spun on her heel and marched for the door. ''Fine then! Talk to yourself all you want since you clearly don't want to talk to me!''

''Ah, wait a second, I didn't-'' Thud, the door slammed shut behind her. ''...haah, why are women so complicated...?''

Shaking his head Siegfried opted to let her cool off a bit – busying himself with tidying up their now-messy bedroom.

X-x-X

Kriemhild meanwhile stomped through the halls of Chaldea, teeth gritted and her breathing harsh.

Attempts at cooling herself down were in vein, her blood rushing in her veins and her heart pounding in her ears. How could she even cool down, anyway? The nerve of her husband to forget her – especially after he went and got himself killed! The audacity! If she hadn't already she would've smacked him up the head for leaving her a widow, but given how durable he was, she'd only end up hurting her hand. Again.

Granted the last time that happened she just switched to kicking his shins. Which, unsurprisingly, left her with a sore foot on top of a sore hand.

Kriemhild slowed to a stop in the middle of a crossroad, her breathing slower now as she managed to gather herself somewhat. The rage still simmered beneath her skin but as a Berserker that was something of a constant anyway – the deep undercurrent of fury that just needed a spark to ignite, and would only be quenched when it ran out of fuel to feast upon. Alas her mind was all too quick to remind her of all the things Siegfried did that annoyed her – his density, his durability, the fact he kept leaving her alone for other people-!

''Kriemhild-san? Are you alright?''

Kriemhild blinked, slightly startled as she looked over at the familiar form of Ritsuka – the dark-haired young man staring at her with open concern. Some pinkness came to her cheeks, remembering she was stood out in the middle of the hallway and probably looked foolish – but it was then that she remembered her marital troubles. And it was that remembrance that gave her an idea.

''Ah, Ritsuka-kun...'' Putting on a pitiable face Kriemhild looked aside. ''Forgive me, I'm just not in the best state right now...''

Ritsuka's concern only grew and he approached her side, questioning her what was wrong and if he could help. With some careful word choice Kriemhild weaselled her way into his heart, accepting his careless offer to come back to his room to talk about it – the trip short and giving nobody the chance to intervene or get in the way. Within the minute he was opening the door to his personal quarters, leading her inside and shutting the door behind him, letting her sit on his bed.

''So, Kriemhild-san...'' Ritsuka turned to look at her, smiling gently. ''What's the matter?''

''Ah, it's just... I've been having some trouble with Siegfried...'' The mere mention of his name started to ignite her veins once more, the simmering fury rising.

Up until Ritsuka sat down next to her, caringly putting his hand over hers. ''Why? He didn't hurt you, right?''

She almost laughed at the idea. Almost. ''That oaf would never lay a hand on me... my heart, on the other hand... tch, that bloody fool...!''

''Easy.'' He soothed her again.

It worked, if only slightly. ''He doesn't spend nearly as much time with me anymore, he constantly goes to hang out with his new friends and has the gall to forget a date he said he'd take me on! It's unbelievable, and he'd barely even given me any affection the entire time either!''

Then came the question she was hoping for. ''Is there anything I can do to help?''

Kriemhild smiled, taking his hand in her own. ''Yes actually, there is.''

With her fingers between his own and pulled his hand onto her breast. ''Grant me the relief my damned husband won't.''

''A-Ah?'' Ritsuka seemed taken aback. ''Aha, Kriemhild-san, but-''

''What? Am I not pretty enough for your liking?'' Kriemhild frowned.

''N-No, it's not that, it's just... y'know...'' Ritsuka squirmed, trying to imply that he didn't want to hurt Siegfried whilst also not mentioning him by name.

Mercifully Kriemhild got the gist of it. ''Hmph! Who cares what that oaf thinks – he had the gall to die and leave me alone, he won't mind if another man satisfies me.''

Ritsuka made to speak – only for Kriemhild to suddenly lean in and kiss him. Her lips, soft and plump, fitted against his own so perfectly it sent a shudder trembling through Ritsuka as he almost succumbed to her. The reminder that this was Siegfried's wife though gave him some clarity, some strength to resist... but as quick as the strength came it left, his own arousal itching for release; blood rushing south.

Kriemhild pulled back from the kiss first and smirked at him – an undeniably sexy expression that left his pants feeling tight. Before he could even gather his wits Kriemhild closed the distance once more, lips on his and hands cupping his cheeks, coaxing a muffled groan out of the young man as he just gave in and kissed the beautiful woman back, not protesting when she twisted around to face him and slowly eased him back onto the bed.

''...are you sure about this...?'' Ritsuka breathed out uncertainly, gazing up at the woman.

''Of course.'' Kriemhild smirked confidently, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. ''A woman like me has needs Ritsuka-kun. If Siegfried won't bother to satisfy them, then you'll help me out, won't you~?''

He gulped and nodded, her seductive expression setting his heart aflutter. Tittering her thanks Kriemhild reached down and ran her hands over his crotch, her lithe fingers hooking into his pants and smoothly pulling them down to his knees, his boxers inevitably meeting the same fate and leaving his hardening cock bare. Up until Kriemhild curled her pale fingers around it, a gentle squeeze preluding the stroke that pumped from tip to base, the slight coolness to her skin sending a shiver through him.

''Mn...'' Ritsuka got his elbows under himself, looking down at Kriemhild as she laid on her front.

She looked up at him, holding his gaze as she continued jerking him off, getting him rock-hard within moments. Without breaking eye contact she let her tongue slip out from between her lips and drooled down onto the head of his cock – her spit hot and sticky as it dribbled down the head. Her thumb came up a second later, smearing it in and acting like a crude lube as she started rubbing the head of his dick with her other hand, her palm rubbing in slow, firm circles on the sensitive tip.

Squeezing his shaft in her right hand she switched to slower stokes, tugging his cock slightly to the side as she did so. Her left hand meanwhile cupped the bulbous tip, almost groping the head whilst she stroked the shaft – the two-handed handjob easily frying Ritsuka's mind, stilted gasps and laboured moans escaping him as Kriemhild masterfully worked his dick. He'd only ever jerked himself off, so to have someone else do it felt so much better – but Kriemhild took it a step further and made it downright heavenly.

She wasn't content with just that, of course. Without missing a beat she removed her left hand and kissed the tip – right before taking him into her mouth. The sudden warmth that enveloped his tip sent a shock through him, preluding the rush of pleasure that followed as Kriemhild's plump lips grazed down his erect cock, pursing just past the halfway point before sucking strongly up to the tip. Her lips never left it though before she plunged straight back down, shamelessly blowing him even as he clutched onto the quilt with a stiff, strained moan.

''K-Kriemhild... san...!'' Ritsuka gasped out, laying a hand on her head.

Kriemhild hummed at that, tilting her head to the side as she bobbed her head, causing his cock-head to poke and bulge out her cheek. The feeling of her wet flesh rubbing against the tip was amazing but the look of lust in her eyes was even moreso, carnal need pulsating up his girth as her tongue slapped and slid around his dick. Just the sight of Kriemhild sucking him off left him short of breath, his shaft throbbing up against her tongue as she guided it back into the centre of her mouth.

Then she took him deeper, releasing his shaft and allowing her to nearly deep-throat him. The bulbous tip bumped against the back of her throat but Kriemhild barely gagged, unflinching as she sucked her way back up and plunged back down without hesitation, her mouth a wet orifice for his dick to slide into her. Her tongue, likewise, was a wet bed for it to rest upon – licking the underside of his shaft with curls and flicks, sending sparks of hot need up his member.

Alas before it could build into a proper explosion, Kriemhild pulled back. ''Hah... enjoying it aren't you, Ritsuka-kun?''

Out-of-breath Ritsuka could only jerk his head and groan, his dick wet and gleaming with her saliva – sore, swollen and so very close to cumming. Kriemhild tittered at that, amused, and without losing that sexy smirk on her face she unbuttoned the front of her black dress. The fabric parted easily, revealing pale skin, and Ritsuka's eyes practically glued themselves to her chest as her breasts were finally revealed; the front of her dress parting to show off her black bra.

A bra she carelessly snapped with a finger, freeing her big, soft-looking tits.

''K-Kriemhild...'' Ritsuka groaned out.

Kriemhild smirked back, cupped her tits – and then smothered his dick between them. The alluring softness, the squishiness, the warmth of her skin, all of it felt downright heavenly as her boobs pushed and rubbed his cock between them. The tip thrust up from between them, poking between the valley of her breasts and soon prompting Kriemhild to drool onto it, her spit forming an elongated trickle before snapping – the opaque liquid dribbling down his cock and acting like a crude lube for her titfuck.

Ritsuka wanted to speak, to say something, anything – but it felt too good. His mind was bereft of words and it was all he could do to grip onto the sheets and endure her soft boobs as she pleased him with them. Sometimes she lifted them both at the same time, other times she just squished them together. She lifted one whilst lowering the other, she leaned forwards more and squished his cock against her chest more – the varied and infinitely-pleasurable tricks she pulled leaving his tip gleaming with pre-cum, his need so very apparent.

''K-Kriemhild...!''

And then with a gasp Ritsuka busted his load, spurts of white erupting from his cock and splattering all over Kriemhild's tits. The woman herself tilted her head back but still got a couple spurts of white on her chin and neck, the rest landing atop her large breasts or getting between them; her soft marshmallows smothering his tip and causing his load to spew between them. A sensation made all the more lewd when she rubbed her tits together, smearing his own cum into his cock.

''A-Ahh... Kriemhild-san...'' Ritsuka moaned breathlessly as she pulled away, her tits now smeared with his seed. ''That felt incredible...''

''Heehee, I'm glad~'' Kriemhild crooned, kissing his forehead. ''But we're not done yet.''

Emphasising that fact Kriemhild leaned back, shedding her black dress in short order – buttons and bands opened until it slid from her form, ending on the floor behind her. In its absence Ritsuka could admire her bare torso; no bra or anything to hide her pale shoulders and full, cum-covered breasts. Her stomach was taut and as his eyes ran down it he watched her remove the last of her garments, her panties the last thing peeled from her body and laying her womanhood bare to him.

Hypnotised by her nudity Ritsuka just stayed where he was – snapped out of it only when Kriemhild shuffled onto his lap. Her sexy smirk got his heart thundering and the gentle grip on his dick made him moan, head light as the pale-skinned Berserker stroked his cock. His gaze though went past her hand to her pussy, watching as she shuffled closer and positioned herself directly above his dick, the bulbous, sticky tip rubbing against her opening.

And then at last Kriemhild impaled herself on him, her nether lips parting slightly as she accepted him inside of her. White-hot pleasure rushed down his cock and spread through his groin, a moan fleeing his lips as he felt her hot vaginal walls clamp down on his shaft, the tight squeeze sapping the air from his lungs and leaving the young man in utter bliss.

''Ah~'' Kriemhild mewled happily, resting her hands on his shoulders. ''Oh I needed this, you have no idea how sexually frustrated that bastard makes me~''

Anything Ritsuka wanted to say perished as Kriemhild cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. He all but melted into it, keeping his left hand behind himself to keep himself propped up whilst his other hand reached up and groped her left tit – savouring the plump softness in his hand, some of his cum touching his fingers but hardly bothering him, not when he got to feel up the pale Berserker. As if to encourage him Kriemhild moaned into his mouth and started to move, her hips rising and falling slowly but sensually, the slight friction against her insides hot and oh so good.

Releasing her breast Ritsuka lowered his hand to her waist, tracing a curve down to her ass and holding it. Humming into his mouth in response Kriemhild picked up the pace, her slow sensual bounces becoming a little more needy, a little more quick. His dick sunk into her wet hole easily but the snug grip she had on him was unrelenting, constantly squeezing little moans or grunts out of the young man, all of which were stifled by her kisses.

''Mn-!'' Then Kriemhild broke off the kiss – pushing him flat onto his back with both hands. ''Kriem-!''

''Just you lay there Ritsuka-kun.'' Kriemhild breathed out with a wide smile, moaning happily as she started smacking herself down his dick harder. ''J-Just let me... do the moving~!''

The young man groaned back, a slight twinge of pain in his crotch as she slammed herself down with her supernatural strength, but mercifully Kriemhild had the sense not to be too rough with him. If anything though her roughness was a weird turn-on for him, his moans bordering on whines as his dick was buried inside of her tight, possessive pussy, going all the way every time without a hint of discomfort from Kriemhild herself – the woman relentlessly riding his cock as she got off with it.

Her prior handjob, blowjob and titfuck though had left him precariously sensitive. The hot, slippery grip of her pussy felt unfathomably intense and with every smack of her thighs against his hips he inched closer to his limit, his hands digging into her pale thighs and holding onto them with an iron grip, trying to hold back his imminent orgasm.

''Kriemhild-!'' But it was for naught – and with a shout of pleasure Ritsuka busted his load inside of the Berserker.

Kriemhild let out a squeak of surprise, jolting to a stop as his hot seed gushed inside of her – the sensation of being creampied almost unfamiliar with how long ago her last one was. The sensation sent curling licks of warmth through her loins as her womb was filled by it, the thought of another man's seed inside of her making her dizzy with dirty thoughts...

...but most of all she was annoyed she didn't get to cum.

''Oi.'' Pinching Ritsuka's cheeks Kriemhild gave him an unamused look. ''Who said you could cum so soon?''

''S-Sorry, Kriemhild-san...'' Ritsuka panted out. ''You just felt so good.''

Kriemhild huffed but gave him a pass, shivering as she lifted herself up and off of his cock – the tip slipping out of her with a pop. Ignoring the slight shake to her limbs Kriemhild turned around and bent over on all fours, throwing an expectant look over her shoulder at him. Taking the hint Ritsuka hurriedly shuffled behind his partner, eyes roaming over her thick thighs and shapely ass before landing on her creamed slit, his dick-tip soon probing at her entrance.

Until with a moan Ritsuka pushed into her. With how wet she was he sunk in right up to the hilt on the first go, groin bumping up against her ass cheeks as he filled her completely. The enthralling sensation propelled him into motion, hips rearing back and bucking forth slow at first but steadily gaining speed as he got used to the position, sheathing his cock deep into Kriemhild and fucking a slew of hot, husky moans out of the Berserker, her head bowed low.

''Mn, yes, that's it Ritsuka-kun...!'' Kriemhild moaned out.

The husky words emboldened him, his hands shifting up to grab her sides and his thrusts becoming harsh; clapping her ass cheeks and sending ripples across her flesh with every hurried thrust. Her plump breasts bounced from the force of his pounding and brushed against his hands repeatedly, soon tempting Ritsuka to just reach up and grope them, kneading her sticky tits as he went to town on her.

The now-familiar grip of her pussy felt downright heavenly, coaxing a moan out of Ritsuka himself as he kept plunging himself inside of her, his grunts taking on a more guttural lilt as he upped the ante – foregoing any sort of care as he just let himself enjoy it, enjoy her. The sudden roughness was well appreciated by Kriemhild herself, her loud moan filling his ears and turning a tad breathless when he smothered her breasts between his fingers, his digits finding her nipples and giving them a clumsy tweak.

''Haah~! That's it! More! More!'' Kriemhild cried out demandingly.

Ritsuka happily complied. Unhanding her breasts he settled his strong hands on her shoulders, shoving them down against the bed and eliciting a mad howl of delight from his partner, her ass pushing back into his crotch as she pled for more – her voice once more ricocheting off of his bedroom walls as he gave her it, his swollen girth stuffed between her wet petals and pummelling up against her innermost parts, the relentless onslaught causing Kriemhild nothing but euphoria.

The seizing grip around his cock more than assured him of that, her pussy quivering and quaking as he buried himself balls-deep in her. The cum still within her clung to his shaft or sloshed about within her, offering a sticky squelch from time to time and reinforcing the fact he'd just busted in a married woman – but he didn't care. He was so entrenched in his lust right now all he could think about was how good it felt to rut Kriemhild from behind, eyes roaming ravenously over her pale back and watching her hair spill across it as she tossed her head this way and that, biting her bottom lip more often than not.

''HYAH! Y-YES, RIGHT THERE!'' Kriemhild utterly howled with bliss, flooding his ears-

-and then at last he pushed her to orgasm, a shrill shriek escaping the voluptuous woman as she clenched tight around his dick. The ensnaring warmth proved too much for Ritsuka to endure and before he knew what he was doing he busted inside of her, gritting his teeth as her tightness coaxed all of his load out – shudders spasming up his stomach and roiling through his shoulders as he emptied his balls completely inside of her, no doubt knocking her up had it been possible.

Hissing out a tight breath Ritsuka stayed where he was for a moment, just enjoying the high of making Kriemhild cum, before at last he pulled out. Kriemhild moaned arousingly and flopped down onto her side, brushing her messy hair aside to look up at him, a glint of approval in her lust-filled eyes.

''Better.'' She breathed to him, rolling onto her back. ''Come now.''

The dark-haired Master all too gladly complied, barely getting a minute's reprieve before he climbed between Kriemhild's open legs, cheeks scarlet as he looked up her naked front – a view he doubted anyone else but Siegfried got to see. Kriemhild reminded him of her impatience though, snapping her fingers, and with a grunt of acknowledgement he shuffled in and lined himself up-

-and as one they moaned as he sheathed himself back inside of her hot, possessive pussy. He went all the way in and pressed his body down against Kriemhild's own, laying atop her almost – a position she relished judging by her hot moan, threading her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Ritsuka reciprocated wholeheartedly, moaning into her mouth as he began pumping into her, his cock slick with their mixed fluids as he drove it between her gleaming petals again and again, the wet smack of their sweaty flesh ringing out.

''Mmph! Mm~!'' Her nails dug into his back, but no complaints came.

Taking that as a good sign Ritsuka broke off the kiss first, finding her wrists and pinning them to the bed. Kriemhild briefly looked surprised by his dominating actions but soon succumbed with a feeble moan, arching her back as he hammered her needy cunt like he was a man possessed. The squeaks of the bed and thuds of the headboard only added to the moment, their bodies rocking in tandem with one another's as he devoted all his focus into ploughing the pale-skinned Berserker under him.

Groaning Ritsuka crashed his lips against hers once more, devouring her startled moan. He shifted his hands up into hers and threaded his fingers between her own, holding her hands as he entered her up to the hilt harder, faster, pushing his body to its limit in pursuit of greater pleasure. The slippery grip of her insides, the coiling warmth that electrified his tingling cock, all of it drove him wild in a way he hadn't felt before, his mind purged of all thought as he shafted Kriemhild right and true.

''Mm- haah~! Yes! Gods yes!'' Kriemhild cried out unabashed, clawing at his back as she howled.

The pain just turned him on more, his lips going for her neck and marking it with sporadic hickeys. Kriemhild convulsed under him, her howls choking into a slew of stiffer cries, her neck apparently quite sensitive. A fact Ritsuka exploited readily; kissing, sucking and licking her neck as he went to town on her tender pussy, their sensitive parts bashing together even as he assaulted her neck with equal vigour, melting Kriemhild's already unstable mind with the onslaught of pleasure.

Need surged up his cock and he didn't resist it, gritting his teeth as he slammed in, their flesh tender as they collided-

-and then Kriemhild screamed as he pushed her to a second orgasm, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him balls-deep inside of her. The sudden unyielding grip of her pussy pushed him over the edge and he erupted inside of her without a hint of shame, a torrential torrent of white flooding the Berserker's pussy and quickly overflowing around his cock, dribbling out down her ass cheek as her insides tensed and relaxed repeatedly, the quivering motion making Ritsuka moan.

''Ahh... t-that-''

He was interrupted, however, as the door opened.

''Ah, Master, did you happen to see Kriem-''

Siegfried stopped in the doorway, surprise on his face as he found his half-naked Master balls-deep in his wife. A wife that was completely naked, her eyes wide and elbows under her, lifting her torso up and emphasising the cum smeared across her large, heaving breasts, not even a bed cover or anything to hide their lower parts, to offer some deniability to what was unmistakably their lustful union.

A long pause ensued.

Before Siegfried spoke. ''So this is where you were...''

''S-Siegfried, I...'' Ritsuka began to speak-

-but the buffer man did first. ''I was wondering if you're ready to talk now?''

Kriemhild twitched, a tick mark almost appearing on her forehead.

And in the next instant she grabbed the nearest chair and threw it at his head. ''READ THE ROOM YOU OAF!''

After tidying up a bit Siegfried would assure he didn't mind their apparent 'arrangement'... before throwing Kriemhild over one shoulder and carrying her back to their room in nothing but a bed sheet.

Ritsuka honestly was just still in a daze after such a mind-blowing evening... and left wondering if they could do it again.

[END]