Kuroinu: If

Priscilla had been chained up, gagged, plugged in both of her holes while still covered in cum and sent back to Vollachia. 

The last time Subaru saw her was when she was loaded up into a cart with nothing but dingy straw to lay on before being sent off by a trusted driver and entourage of mercenaries who seemed eager to embrace the 'privileges' of guard duty. In fact, Subaru could have sworn that he saw one of them climbing into the cage as they left, his cock already out as he descended upon the Sun Princess.

This was probably satisfactory for Vincent, who would probably wash her up, put her in some scantily-clad outfit to serve as his personal concubine.

Judging by how Priscilla had responded near the end, Subaru himself was satisfied with her learned obedience. He'd seen the fire in her eyes before, and Priscilla was now a husk of her former self. It had been incredible to see how much she could endure before her mind broke, but thankfully, it had broken before her body was ruined. 

With careful nourishment, Priscilla would be a well-tamed slut for her older brother. The idea of incest sickened Subaru, but Vincent was a twisted individual under the guise of a cold and calculated ruler. 

What was more troublesome was the idea that what Subaru considered Lugunican property was being sent to Vollachia in exchange for their troops. It was worth it to get Cecilus on their side, but that didn't mean Subaru wasn't bitter about it. 

Women were property, but they were too wonderful for a single man to lay claim to any one of them alone. They ought to be shared. From Vincent's perspective, it was probably considered extraditing a Vollachian noble.

Priscilla would return to Lugunica to serve as a shared restroom for everyone someday. It wouldn't be today, but after their victory over Priscilla's private army, Subaru's ambitions had magnified tremendously. 

It seemed like plenty of men were willing to get on board with the Sex Empire's political agenda, and what it spoke to about what the male psyche would accept when given the opportunity was disturbing, yet at least it would aid Subaru in his ultimate mission. 

Right now, the biggest obstacle in his way was Reinhard. There were a few methods he could use to take care of this issue.

The first was to attack on multiple fronts.

A classic tactic of warfare that Subaru had picked up from being on both the receiving end and the giving end of it. Make the enemy choose what to protect and what to abandon.

For Reinhard, it was about forcing him to make a choice between his mistress, Felt, and his Kingdom. If Subaru could prevent him from saving both, he could occupy Reinhard enough to take one or the other, at least until he could come up with a more permanent solution.

There were a few other options. Each one had debatable merits.

If Subaru could take Felt hostage, perhaps he could force Reinhard to join his side, or at least prevent him from attacking Kuroinu. Maybe giving him exclusive access to his mistress could motivate his loyalty to the Black Dog? Reinhard would be an immeasurably valuable asset to the mercenary group, and having him would practically guarantee their victory. 

He could aid them in Lugunican national security, to prevent Gusteko or Kararagi from trying anything funny while their nation was still in a state of radical revolution. For now, Subaru was focused on Lugunica alone. The other nations would have to wait. Ideally they would wait for him to finish establishing the Sex Empire, or aid them.

The greatest threat to their growing empire was each nation joining forces to defeat them. If Subaru played his cards right, he could get Cecilus to fight and win against Halibel. In an open fight with no room for trickery, he would win. Perhaps even against the Mad Prince, although Subaru knew very little about the man, and Vincent may not be willing to risk his greatest asset. 

But against both, and their forces?

They would lose.

As soon as the fighting ended against Priscilla, estimating how long it would take for the news to spread to Felt's lands, Subaru had arranged for an attack on her manor with some inside threats. It wasn't actually meant to accomplish a victory, it was more for the sake of reminding Reinhard not to interfere, otherwise the Felt Camp would lose its most capable defensive asset.

So far, it seemed to be working. Reinhard wasn't coming to stop them, even as Subaru and his men raided the local villages under Priscilla's rule. They used the opportunity to take a census of the population, determining how many women there were, how many were fuckable, and how many needed to grow a bit older first. 

The men of the village did one of three things. They fought back, and were killed immediately. They joined into the chaos, the rampant and brutal fucking in the streets. Each new recruit was given the privilege of first violation, letting them fuck a girl they would have otherwise had no chance bagging. Or they stood by and watched the chaos unfolding before their eyes in horror.

This is it, Subaru had thought upon witnessing the unhinged debauchery before his eyes. This is what a rated R-18 isekai adventure is supposed to be. And all I had to do was rid the world of its villains and replace them.

If there was no threat to the world, then he would become that threat.

Soon, Subaru promised to himself. Soon he would have her. The girl that destiny dangled out in front of him before snatching away.

The right to first claim over Emilia was his.

Reinhard had to fall. Whether that was through taking a hostage, bringing him onto their side, or some magic fuckery was yet to be seen. Authorities trumped Divine Protections, and Subaru held onto each and every one of them. But even without his Divine Protections, Reinhard was a monster. Subaru would have to deal with that problem when it came time for it. 

In the meantime, he still had to deal with Crusch.

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"Where the hell is Wilhelm?" Crusch cursed. Her composure was shot. The Black Dog had been a reliable ally up until now. She and Subaru had fought together side by side, only for things to end up like this. 

What had corrupted this man? She admired him for his tactical brilliance, was indebted to him after he'd saved her from Capella's cursed dragon's blood and returned the memories that Gluttony stole from her. How did such a man hide such evil within his heart?

"Crusch-sama! In the courtyard!" Felix burst into her room, his eyes wide in alarm.

"What is it?" asked Crusch. Felix simply grabbed her hand, dragging her to the balcony of her room. Crusch almost couldn't believe what she was seeing before her eyes.

A mass orgy had organized in her courtyard. 

Women were being fucked, some by multiple men, some at swordpoint, being made to suck cocks, their nostrils pinched shut and the back of their heads pushed all the way to the stump as they were forced to swallow cum or drown. Some women were held down by the press of bodies on top of them, being fucked in multiple holes at once and forced to jerk off cocks at the same time. She could even see some of her own soldiers mixed into the bunch.

Traitors. There must have been traitors in their midst. Was Wilhelm one of them? Why? Crusch's mind was going haywire trying to analyze the situation. If Wilhelm had been defending the manor like he was supposed to, none of this riffraff would had been able to get within a hundred meters of the courtyard.

None of them looked strong. Strong enough to pin a woman down and fuck her savagely, but not strong enough to take on the sword demon. Unless the Black Dog had someone powerful on their side. But Crusch would have heard a battle taking place outside her room.

How had this happened without her noticing? The balcony door had been closed, it must have blocked the sound of slapping flesh and loud, pleasured moaning.

A single man who was still fully dressed, paying no mind to the hard and fast dickings that were being handed out like candy to these women, who Crusch suspected were citizens of her domain, strolled through the courtyard without a care in the world. Crusch recognized him immediately.

"Natsuki Subaru," Crusch whispered. She drew her sword. 

It felt wrong, drawing her sword against someone she once considered an ally. But he was different now. No matter how admirable his deeds might have been, no matter how cool he'd looked standing up against the Sin Archbishops, risking his life, fighting his heart out side by side with her, Natsuki Subaru was no different than the monsters he'd put in the ground. 

His corrupt desires had gone too far.

"Natsuki Subaru!" Crusch's voice boomed over the courtyard, loudly and with authority. Not a single man stopped in their tasks, ignoring her completely. Crusch imagined for a moment that they hadn't heard her, but Subaru stopped, staring up at her directly. He was unarmed. 

She could cut him down right now, even from this balcony, with her ability, One Sword, One Hundred Felled. Range wasn't an issue. Damage might be. There were at least five other groups of people around Subaru where her attack would land. Crusch had no problem killing Kuroinu mercenaries, even her own traitorous soldiers. 

But she hesitated to do so considering that in the crossfire there were presumably innocent women, although possibly now not so much now, considering the looks of pleasure on their faces as they gave in to the hard and fast fuckings they were subjected to.

"Crusch Karsten. What a pleasure," Subaru drawled, his hands in his pockets. Despite his casual attitude, Crusch could see the movement in his pants as he rubbed himself through the fabric. This situation must have excited him.

It disgusted her that he was doing it so blatantly in front of her. Even more so when he pulled his hands out of his pockets, unzipping himself and pulling out his growing penis, stroking it as he spoke to her. It took all of Crusch's willpower not to look away, but at the same time, not to stare.

"Come down. We'd love to have you join the party." said Subaru, his cock in hand. 

"Subaru-kyun, what the fuck are you doing?" Felix sputtered, his hands pushing down his skirt and gripping the fabric tightly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Subaru replied. "Honestly, I haven't exactly figured out what I'm gonna do with you, Felix, but I'm sure we'll figure it out sooner or later. You're a guy, so if you want a crack at Crusch, all you have to do is join my side."

"I-I would never betray my mistress!" Felix stammered. Crusch could sense how off-kilter her knight was. 

"Natsuki Subaru, put that thing away and cease these activities immediately!" Crusch demanded. Subaru gave her a lazy smile.

"Come on, Crusch, darling, have you ever known me to make half-measures? I would say that it'd be better for both of us if you just submit to the Sex Empire and come down here so I can have some fun with you," said Subaru.

"Enough of this nonsense!" said Crusch. This was going nowhere. The Natsuki Subaru she remembered wasn't the same man that she once admired, once considered an ally. Screw the collateral damage. This was her best shot to cut off the head of the snake.

"Hah!" Crusch channeled her wind magic into her sword and swung powerfully, causing the force to blast through the balcony's railing and ripple through the air. Subaru stood with unflappable confidence as the attack rapidly surged on him. But before the blow landed, a black blur flew over him, and a loud clang echoed through the air.

"Wilhelm!?" Crusch stood a step back in shock. The kindly, yet skilled knight, was almost like a grandfather to her. And yet here he stood, his sword pointed at her. Crusch knew that the distance between them meant nothing. If he wanted to, it would be trivial for him to jump to the second story of the balcony.

"Crusch-sama," Wilhelm bowed. "Unfortunately, this will be the last time I bend the knee for you. Although I imagine that you will be bending the knee soon enough, and not for the last time. Forgive me for not having submitted my resignation in advance." 

This was the final nail in the coffin, Crusch realized. Without Wilhelm, without her army here to support her, Crusch lacked the firepower between herself and Felix to resist. It was over.

"Like I said, don't you think that I would have made counter-measures for anything you had?" asked Subaru.

Crusch dropped her sword. It bounced off the floor of the balcony, falling through the destroyed railing and onto the ground below with a clatter. 

"There's no use resisting anymore," Crusch acknowledged. "Infighting will only weaken the nation, and make us vulnerable to foreign threats. You've defeated me, Natsuki Subaru. I am your captive."

Crusch and Felix were taken by Subaru and Wilhelm down to the basement, placed in separate cells. Not a word was spoken between any of them as Wilhelm locked the door, leaving Crusch seated on her knees in the cold stone cell.

"I can't believe that Old Man Wil betrayed us," Crusch heard Felix say bitterly, his voice echoing through the corridor, but she couldn't see him, due to being two cells down from him.

"I know. At this point, the best we can hope for is that our allies come and rescue us," said Crusch.

"Subaru… I knew there was something up with that guy. Even when he worked for us as a soldier, he always acted a little funny," said Felix.

"I don't know what drove him to these lengths. At this point, all I can say is that the man we once knew is gone." Crusch replied.

Crusch heard footsteps coming down into the basement. She stood up, pushing against the bars of her cell to try to see what it was, but it was useless. The footsteps stopped outside of what she presumed was Felix's door. 

"Hey, Ferris-chan. We got a surprise for you!" The voice of a man jeered.

"NYAAA!" Felix screamed. Crusch could hear the sound of the heavy metal cell door being swung open, but couldn't see what was happening. "NYAA! Stop it! Not in there! NYAAAAA!"

Felix's screams put Crusch's hair on end. She could only imagine what torments her knight was going through. "Felix! Are you okay?" Crusch shouted.

"Does he sound like he's fucking okay, Kransten?"

"Let's let her hear just how fucking okay he is!"

The sound of a hand, or maybe a paddle, slapping against flesh cracked through the dungeon. Crusch imagined that her knight would be safe from this kind of treatment, given that he was biologically a man, even if he had the appearance of a cute, female catgirl. But then there must have been those who were interested even in something like that.

"Yeah, you like that, huh, cat-bitch!"

"Show that demi his fucking place!"

"Not inside! Please! Mmmph-!" Felix's pleas were cut off, muffled by something. Crusch could hear, but not see, the wet gagging sound that came from something moving back and forth. It was even worse imagining it instead of seeing it. 

"God, this fucking twink is tight!"

"Yeah, let's fix that for him!"

"Let's put both inside at once!" 

"MMMPPPHHHH! MMMPHHH MMMPHH!" Even muffled, Crusch could hear Felix's screams.

Gagging. Choking. Grunts of pleasure. Flesh slapping against flesh. Cries for help. Cries for mercy. Sobbing.

Cries for Crusch to save him. Those hurt the most.

"Please, Crusch-sama! Crusch-sama! Save me, please! Please!" Felix wailed. 

"She isn't coming! But we are!" The men laughed cruelly at Felix's expense. If Crusch could, she would have taken the burden alone. But instead, she was forced to listen, to stay there and listen helplessly. She wasn't even sure what was happening. All she knew was that Felix, the friend whom she'd known the longest, who had always been by her side, was being raped within her earshot. Her nails dug into her palms. 

It was cruel to let her listen. She couldn't find the strength to say anything to help him, not that words would mean anything in this situation. Crusch pushed her palms against her ears, trying to block out the sounds of a brutal and frantic fucking. But Felix's screams echoed in her mind.

Things continued like that for over an hour. More footsteps, more men entered the cell next to her. Crusch couldn't see any of them, had no idea who was coming in and out of Felix's cell. Had no idea how many men had been in there at this point. But none of them even stepped within her field of view. And now, whenever Felix's mouth was unoccupied, what used to be screams of horror became feverish panting, then moaning.

"This twink came again!"

"Fucking gross, it's all over my clothes!"

"It's so loose back here now! God, it's sticky!"

"Then come over here, he sucks like a champ!"

"Nyaaa~ More, more cocks, please~!"

This was torture. Pure and utter torture. To hear the slow and painful degradation of her proud knight. It was an intimidation tactic, Crusch told herself. Something to put fear in her heart. Her knight, sure. But they wouldn't dare do something like this to the Matriarch of House Karsten, would they? Even unarmed, she could deal with most, if not all attackers. As many as could fit through that cell door at once.

Eventually, there weren't any more footsteps coming down the stairs, and one by one, they each filtered out. Only Crusch could still hear Felix's moaning, the sound of a hand slapping as he presumably jerked himself off. There was also the wet, schlicking sound that she could only imagine was him playing with his semen-soaked asshole.

"Nyaaaaaa… Crusch-sama… come play with me~" Felix whined. Crusch's lips stayed pressed shut. Hopefully he'd wear himself down eventually.

It took forever, but eventually, Felix settled into a fitful slumber, moaning and panting as he slept. Crusch had no idea what time it was, or for how long he'd been fucked, but it felt like forever. What terrified her the most was the idea that it hadn't even been that long, and that her knight had simply run out of energy.

"Please, let this be the end," Crusch begged, her voice a whispered prayer to whatever deity could be listening. 

But there was no God here. 

Only the Kuroinu, and the traitors that let this happen. 

Crusch cursed the men whose wills had been so weak, men that she let under her employ. She should have scrutinized them better. Perhaps then she'd be able to detect the deep lusts buried within them with her Divine Protection. 

But it wouldn't have mattered regardless. It was the loss of Wilhelm's loyalty that doomed them all.

The basement door swung open again, and several sets of footsteps came down the stairs. Crusch was prepared to hear the moans and the slapping begin anew again, only to hear Subaru's voice.

"God, he fucking reeks. Can't believe there were that many guys willing to tap that."

"I'm not familiar with that phrase, but I understand the sentiment, Leader." Wilhelm replied.

Wilhelm!

Rage surged inside of Crusch, and she found herself pressed against the bars, her hands practically warping the steel. "Wilhelm, you bastard! Get out here and face me!" Crusch yelled.

"In a moment, dear. We must take care of this first," Wilhelm replied, not even bothering to step into view for her. 

The door to Felix's door swung open, and the men stepped inside. "Nya? More cocks for me? Old Man Wil, you're gonna take a turn with my ass?" The words disgusted Crusch, but Felix seemed to be fully converted.

"I don't intend to as of now. I'm planning on saving my strength. But perhaps later, if you're obedient." said Wilhelm.

"But I thought you liked me naughty, nya?" Felix replied.

"Get him out of here. There's a few more guys waiting outside for him." Subaru ordered. 

"Yes sir!" A few other voices chimed in. Crusch could hear them dragging Felix out of his cell, and as she strained herself against the bars, she could see her knight stripped naked, covered in semen, his eyes glazed over in a lustful heat. A red handprint over his asscheek.

Crusch's view was blocked as Wilhelm, wearing his butler's uniform, stepped out in front of her. His eyes carried not an ounce of guilt, not an ounce of remorse. Despite this, seeing the man with whom Crusch had trusted her life over and over again, she couldn't help but to call out to him.

"Wilhelm, you're the strongest person there is in the immediate vicinity. You have the power to stop this madness. It can all end with you," Crusch pleaded.

"Unfortunately, Crusch-sama, I don't think that will happen," said Wilhelm. Unlocking the door to her cell, he stepped inside, and suddenly the enclosed space felt so much smaller for it. Wilhelm was a large man, tall and muscular under his butler uniform. Crusch was intimidated by his presence here, stepping back, only for her back to press against the wall of the cell.

"Need any bindings, Wil?" asked Subaru. Wilhelm shook his head.

"No need. If she resists, I can handle her with my bare hands." Crusch didn't doubt it. He was past his prime, but hadn't earned the title "Sword Demon" for nothing. He'd even surpassed the last generation's Sword Saint in his youth.

Wilhelm fished out his cock from his butler trousers, and Crusch's eyes bulged. Spotted, wrinkly, and old, but no smaller for it. Wilhelm's cock had an intimidating length and upwards curve. Theresia van Astrea, amongst the rest of her accomplishments, was a champion for having taken that thing. Wilhelm's piss-slit glared angrily at her, demanding satisfaction as he stroked himself right in front of her with a white gloved hand.

"You see, there's more than one reason I was named the Sword Demon," Wilhelm explained calmly. "I was a bit of a wild stallion in my youth, and before I settled down with my wife, well, one could say that the women were more than fond of the hero of the Demi-human war."

"Why are you doing this, Wilhelm?" asked Crusch. Perhaps she was only buying time. Her mind was panicking at the imminent rape she was about to be subjected to.

"I only joined your camp to take revenge against the White Whale for my wife's death," said Wilhelm. "You know that, of course. But after, I found that I wanted more than simply to serve you. You see, I sired a good-for-nothing son, and a red-headed bastard of a grandson. And my wife is gone now, of course. 

I want a second chance at a family, and as I served you, admired you, and fought for you, I couldn't help but want my second family to be with you. With a bloodline as powerful and honorable as yours, our offspring would match. But a young woman with many prospects like yourself wouldn't give the time of day to a wrinkled old man like me. So when Natsuki Subaru-dono offered me an opportunity, I leapt at it." Wilhelm growled.

"Y-you're insane," Crusch stammered. "W-why didn't I see this sooner?"

"You're blind to the ways of men, but I'll teach you," said Wilhelm. "You are my right to first claim, as promised by Subaru-dono and under the authority of the Sex Empire. And I'm not leaving here until I'm satisfied. So we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I don't mind either, but out of respect to our past relationship, I'm willing to offer you a choice. Just know that if you don't want to end up like Felix, you'll make the right choice."

It wasn't a choice. But being offered a choice was even worse than being raped, because making a decision was akin to accepting what was about to happen to her. Crusch looked down, and saw that Wilhelm was grinding his cock against her thigh, the veins pulsating angrily. She could feel the heat through her trousers. Crusch swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, only it wouldn't be the last thing she'd swallow.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Crusch.

"No, I want to hear you say it," said Wilhelm.

"Say what?" 

"The easy way, or the hard way?" asked Wilhelm. "Don't make me repeat myself a third time."

Crusch found her cheeks flushing red in humiliation and embarrassment. She closed her eyes, only to see Felix, covered in semen. "The easy way," she gasped. Wilhelm didn't reply until she opened her eyes, only to see him smiling at her, that same grandfatherly smile he gave her so often when he'd tried to comfort her.

"Crouch," Wilhelm demanded. "And I better hear you respond when I speak to you."

"Yes, sir," said Crusch, her voice coming out timid, like she was a little girl again. Not like the fearsome and fearless commander she had once prided herself on being. In front of Wilhelm, that side of her didn't exist.

Crusch sank down shamefully, using Wilhelm's legs to steady herself as she reached eye-level with his cock. It twitched with need when she exhaled on it through her nostrils. Her trousers stretched tightly against her legs as she reached a crouching position.

What was she supposed to do here? Crusch had so little experience with things of this nature. Wilhelm was right, she really didn't understand men at all.

"Grasp it," Wilhelm choked out. Crusch wondered if it was worse to do this willingly or not, but Felix's screams echoed in her ears. She reached up, wrapping her fingers around his rod with her gloved hands. It was hot, even through the fabric, and hard as steel, just like every other part of Wilhelm.

Wilhelm immediately grabbed her wrist, ripping off the glove, before putting her hand back on his cock. The same with the other hand. "Directly," Wilhelm growled, and the tone of his voice made Crusch shiver. He'd never taken that tone with her before.

He wanted to feel her bare hands against his cock.

The gloves were tossed to the dirty stone floor carelessly, and Crusch clumsily moved her hands back and forth, trying to satisfy this powerful man. She was out of her depth here, jerking off a cock while squatting on her haunches was a task for prostitutes, not for the matriarch of a royal family, and it wasn't like Crusch had any experience, either. This was her first time seeing a cock with her own eyes, let alone touching one.

Despite her amateur movements, it seemed to please Wilhelm. The old man let out pleasured grunts and groans as Crusch wrung him like a wet cloth. Daring a sneaky glance up to his face, to gauge his expression, she could see that Wilhelm's wrinkled features were clouded in lust.

"Lick it," Wilhelm ordered. "Gently."

Grimacing, Crusch extended her tongue out of her mouth. It was glistening with wet saliva in the torchlight. 

Placing her tongue against the angry head of his cock, it almost burned her, not simply in temperature but also in taste. This must be what they called pre-cum, Crusch thought, for it was a gamey and musky taste, metallic almost. It was as if Wilhelm hadn't washed his cock since his wife had died. 

Crusch nearly retracted her head on instinct, only to feel Wilhelm gripping the back on her ponytail, forcing her to stay where she was. Mustering up the courage to continue, Crusch took another tentative lick, the pungent taste filling her mouth. Wilhelm let out a shaky groan, pushing her forward slightly. It… must have felt really good for him.

Crusch dragged her tongue over the head of his cock, washing the firm flesh all over with her wet saliva. It was like Wilhelm felt every breath she took, the normally unflappable man shaking as the warrior princess licked his cock. 

"Kiss it," Wilhelm demanded. Crusch hesitated. Her first kiss. It was something she imagined would be romantic, intimate. She hadn't taken any lovers, or any suitors, although many of them had applied during the last three years. She'd always imagined that she would find a handsome man, a warrior who would have fought with her side by side, a man worthy of her respect. 

In fact, she'd thought she found such a man, a man with black hair, and black scary eyes, who was close to her age, accomplished in battle, and a tactical leader who had proven their capabilities. Only for him to show up in her courtyard with a band of mercenaries raping the women of her lands. 

Wilhelm met those criteria she set as well. If only he weren't three times her senior. And only if his cock wasn't so monstrous. 

Wilhelm tugged on her ponytail, getting impatient. Crusch pursed her lips, and as lightly as possible, as chastely as possible, she lost her kissing virginity to the piss slit of an old man, his pre-cum coating her glossy lips. 

But that wasn't enough for Wilhelm. He pressed her head forward, and Crusch found that it was deepening the kiss she was engaging in with his glans. Her lips were mushed against it, like a lover who couldn't get enough of their partner, more passionate than what would be seen at a wedding. 

Only it was one-sided.

Crusch didn't want any of this. Not like this. 

Eventually, the pressure increased, and Crusch found herself licking the tip through her lips, french-kissing it, as if it would be enough to please Wilhelm. 

But that wasn't enough.

The pressure increased further, and Crusch found herself opening her mouth for the cock to enter, lest her jaw be broken, her teeth bashed through. With a cock as hard as Wilhelm's and his overwhelming strength, it was possible. 

Wilhelm's dick filled her mouth, trapping her tongue against it. There was no room for her not to taste it, and taste it she did. It was in her mouth, on her tongue, she could even taste it through her nostrils.

"Suck," Wilhelm hissed, and Crusch obeyed, closing her eyes to mask the storm brewing in her heart, hollowing out her cheeks and producing a vacuum force on the cock. "No, keep your eyes open. I want to see your shame."

Hesitantly, Crusch opened her eyes, glancing up. Her amber irises met Wilhelm's blue ones. She could feel the tears welling up, and did all she could to keep her eyes open. 

"You look so beautiful like that. You're such a good girl." Wilhelm crooned. It felt wrong to be praised in this situation, in such a grandfatherly way. "All those battles I fought, this makes it all worth it. But that's only the tip."

Crusch looked down, only to realize that there was seemingly a mile of shaft left exposed, and her mouth was already so full. Wilhelm surged forward, and Crusch met his gaze again, her eyes begging for mercy, but it was too late. Their relative positions meant that Crusch could do nothing as the penis in her mouth forced its way through the barrier of her throat, curving it's way down. 

Crusch nearly fell over, grasping Wilhelm's hips for leverage. She could feel her throat convulsing around his cock. It was uncomfortable. She couldn't breathe. If she was viewing this from a third-person perspective, she was sure that the bulge would be visible from her neck. And he was still pushing forward. He pushed forward until her bottom lip was pressed against the stump of his cock, while her chin was pressed into the wrinkly sacs of his balls, each one large, firm, and full of cum. Her nose was pressed into his scraggy white pubic hair.

Crusch could feel the alarm bells going off in her head, screaming for oxygen. But looking up, she could see that Wilhelm's eyes were clenched shut. The old man paid her need for air no mind, shaking and panting feverishly as he tried not to lose himself down her throat.

"Hey, Captain!" Subaru called out, leaning against the back wall of the cell and watching casually. "Don't let her pass out. You want her to be awake when she loses her first time, right?"

"Yes, you're absolutely correct, Subaru-dono," Wilhelm gasped. "I nearly lost myself for a second there. Crusch-sama has a sweet mouth."

Pulling back, Crusch was finally able to breath through her nose as the cock pulled out of her airways. The warm air from her nostrils brushed over Wilhelm's cock, now drenched in her slick throat-lube. 

"No more honorifics for these girls," Subaru reminded him. "These bitches are all sluts deep down inside. With the establishment of the Sex Empire, no woman will hold rank over a man. They aren't worthy of honorifics."

"My apologies, Subaru-dono. It was mere instinct. My loyalty is to you alone," said Wilhelm. 

Crusch welcomed the dialogue, it gave her more time to catch her breath, even if it was restricted by only breathing through her nostrils. Grasping underneath Crusch's jaw for extra leverage, Wilhelm pushed into her throat again, sawing in and out with ruthless precision. 

This time, the head of his cock never left her throat. Crusch could feel herself getting lightheaded again. And it was all the more alarming considering that she could feel the crown twitching inside her throat, promising a large dose of semen.

"Hey, Wilhelm-san. Didn't you say that you were gonna pour your first shot into her pussy?" asked Subaru. "Don't be a quick shot!"

Crusch was roughly pushed off of Wilhelm. She lost her balance, falling onto her ass, her back pressing against the stone wall as her lungs heaved and gasped for breath. She could still taste the spice of his cock on her breath with each inhale and exhale.

"I-I nearly suffocated," Crusch murmured. "Does it really feel that good? Have you had enough?"

"Oh, please. Feel it," said Wilhelm, grabbing her hand and placing it on the bulbous, throbbing head of his cock. She could feel the saliva she'd left, along with his pre-cum, against her palm. "What red-blooded male would be satisfied from a mere blowjob without cumming in that sweet pussy of yours? Let this sear into your senses, the color, the smell, the firmness, the temperature. This is the mark of manhood, a cock!"

Cock , Crusch thought to herself. It sounds… so naughty.

"We're not done yet," said Wilhelm. "On your back."

Crusch obeyed, and as soon as her back hit the cold stone floor, Wilhelm was on top of her, tearing off her boots and dragging her pants down to her ankles. He grabbed her leg, using it as leverage to pull the pants off of her. Crusch felt exposed, wearing nothing below the torso but a pair of burgundy lace panties. 

Those came off too, dangling on one of her ankles. Wilhelm couldn't wait any longer. His cock throbbed in the cold cellar air, and Crusch couldn't believe that soon enough, it would be inside of her.

Her legs closed instinctively, but Wilhelm pried them open, and Crusch couldn't look. She didn't want to see his lascivious grin, one that had no place on Wilhelm's expression. She was twenty three years old, a young woman in the prime of her life, and her virginity was about to be stolen from her by a knight of a previous era.

"Look. Look when I take your first time from you," Wilhelm hissed. "If you don't…" 

The threat hung in the air. Crusch opened her eyes, seeing Wilhelm between her legs. A tuff of green hair adorned her pussy. She hadn't expected to get fucked, not like this. Wilhelm dragged his tongue up her nubile pussy, over the patch of pubic hair. His tongue felt rough and slimy at the same time.

"Delicious," Wilhelm muttered darkly. He spread her pussy lips wide with his fingers, his eyes shining with delight at the perfect shade of pink of Crusch's insides. Bringing his face close, he took a deep sniff, as if appreciating a well-aged wine, before taking a lick, dragging his tongue along the entrance. "This is the last time that your pussy will be pure and unsullied by the desires of man. I must pay my proper respects to such a fleeting commodity."

He pulled up Crusch's blouse, exposing her toned midriff. His tongue found her naval, licking it. It was a ticklish, titillating sensation, but he soon dragged his tongue upwards, tasting her skin, her stomach. It was like he wanted to experience every part of her body. He ran his fingers on the skin above where her womb would be, his expression soft and warm, as if imagining a child there.

"What would your wife say about this, Wilhelm?" Crusch whispered. It was her last-ditch effort to dissuade him from what he was about to do next.

"My wife is dead. My living kin mean nothing to me anymore, disappointments all. This is my second chance," Wilhelm explained. "If she were alive, I would like to think that Theresia would give me her blessing to be happy."

It was as he said this that he ripped her petticoat open, the buttons yielding under Wilhelm's overwhelming strength. After that, her dress shirt was opened as well. Finally, Wilhelm's hand scurried under her back, finding the latch that held her black brassiere in place, before pulling it off as well. The bra was flung off of her, joining the rest of her abandoned clothing. 

Wilhelm gazed upon her nude form, the expanse of exposed flesh that was available to him. His tongue latched onto one of her nipples, pink and erect in the cold air of the cellar. Crusch could feel his wet tongue running over it, then the other. At the same time, he rubbed against the hard nub of her clitoris, back and forth, over and over, with the burly head of his cock.

Crusch didn't have the largest breasts, nothing compared to Priscilla's cow-tits, but they were a modest size, and all the more sensitive for it. Untouched and unseen by man, Wilhelm made eager noises as he sucked her tits, wetting them with his saliva. 

Shuffling up onto his knees, pressed his cock against her entrance, pressing the head in and stretching Crusch's pussy lips wide, his hands holding onto her knees tightly and folding her body over itself. 

Crusch's eyes widened. It was more than her desperate fingers late at night had ever filled her, late at night when she felt that her bed was just a bit too lonely. She didn't know it then, but she would never be lonely in bed ever again after tonight.

It's… it's just the head, Crusch reasoned to herself. Just an inch. Nothing to be alarmed about. My virginity is still intact. It's not too late. Fuck, why is he so thick?

The cock sunk deeper inside of her. Crusch could feel every vein as it passed into her body, fitting snugly around her pussy. 

As long as it doesn't break my hymen, I'm still a virgin. Crusch's thoughts were becoming ludicrous. She was aware of it, but that didn't mean that she wasn't panicking as the bulbous head stopped at the barrier inside of her. 

He's stopping… is this the end?

"Please," Crusch begged. "Don't."

"Can you feel me there? I'm at the proud Matriarch's mark of purity… at your hymen!"

Grabbing Crusch's jaw, Wilhelm leaned down and kissed her. The sensation of his wrinkled lips and scratchy beard against her delicate skin drove Crusch haywire. At the same time, without warning, his enormous cock pushed its way into her depths, spearing through her virginity in a single, savage thrust. 

Crusch's eyes went wild. It was dry, and she was suddenly more full than she ever imagined being. It went so deep inside of her that she didn't even know that place existed. Wilhelm hadn't held back in the slightest, the root of his cock pressed firmly against her pussy lips.

Crusch screamed into Wilhelm's mouth.

His tongue entered hers, the wet muscles intertwining with one another. Her first real kiss, stolen from her in such a place, by such a man.

Wilhelm set a brutal pace, sawing hardly an inch out of her cunt at a time before mashing his hips against hers, dragging her body up and down the stone tiles. He simply couldn't get enough of her nubile, virginal body. Crusch couldn't help but wrap her thin legs around his body for support, her arms around his broad shoulders.

He's... he's kissing me... while messing up my vagina... my body feels strange. This kiss, and my pussy... something is coming. If this keeps up...

It was a vicious affair. Every thrust felt like it was a knife stabbing in and out of a wound, over and over again, the only lubrication being the blood of her soiled virginity. She was too dry and too nervous to get wet. It was all too sudden, too abrupt, and her pussy clenched onto him tightly for it. 

Not that Wilhelm minded. This might have been the first time he'd gotten any action since his wife died.

A bitch-breaker. That was the term they used for a cock like this. Crusch's mind came to an epiphany as she realized just how apt a term it was as she felt her inside molding to make way for the cock plunging into her.

Breaking the kiss with her, the first words out of Crusch's mouth was pleas for mercy. "P-please, Wilhelm-sama! S-slower! Slower! If you keep this up, you'll break me! I can't keep up with this!"

"As the man to claim your virginity, it's my duty to the Sex Empire to ensure that you become a proper slut," Wilhelm growled. "If breaking you is part of that process, then so be it!"

Crusch's screams echoed off the stone walls, and she couldn't help but notice how eerily similar they were to Felix's screams. She couldn't help but wonder if he was taken this roughly as well.

"It's finally time," Wilhelm hissed. "I'm getting close. It's time for me to release my seeds into your uterus!"

"No, Wilhelm! Don't do this, please! I-I'll get pregnant!" Crusch mewled. "P-pull out! Do it outside! Please!"

"I wonder if our child will have brown hair or green hair?" Wilhelm whispered into her ear. Latching his lips onto hers once again, Wilhelm grunted into her mouth, spewing shot after shot of searingly hot cum inside of her. Every muscle in Crusch's body clenched tightly as she felt the semen entering her fertile womb.

He… he's releasing so much inside of me. How could this happen?

"You always worried so much about how people viewed you, for being so masculine, for wearing men's clothing and practicing swordplay. You don't have to worry any longer, Crusch. You're a woman now. I've made you a woman. My woman." Wilhelm whispered. "No matter how many men you might embrace in the future, you'll remember me, come back to me, crawl up to me to service my cock. Now and forever more."

It was as close to a love confession as Crusch would ever get. The images of the men she once knew flashed through her mind. Fourier, his highness. Those teenage days trying to figure out their place in the world was heaven compared to this. Despite never getting the chance to reconcile her feelings towards him, she could see his face. Remembered he way he looked in that sick bed. 

She glanced over Wilhelm's shoulder. Natsuki Subaru. He watched them, his expression almost bored, but underneath that, she could tell that there was an excitement buried deep within him from watching these events unfold before his eyes.

Crusch considered herself good at reading people, even without her Divine Protection. It was through his gaze, those scary sanpaku eyes, that she could tell what he was thinking. It was Subaru that she imagined sometimes, on those lonely nights with nothing but her fingers to comfort herself, and he did nothing but stand by and watch as she was taken in front of him. 

Her crush stood by and watched as she was raped by her treacherous knight.

"You remind me so much of Theresia," Wilhelm whispered. "She was a virgin too, when I first took her. She made me overpower her first as well. Forced me to demonstrate my superiority over her. She acted like she didn't want it, but she was just playing hard to get. If I can make a Sword Saint my mewling bitch, what do you think that means for you, huh?"

Wilhelm's words confused her. She was certain that he had a loving relationship with his wife, back when she was alive. To hear him refer to her that way, to hear that their first time together might have been rape, it terrified her to imagine what that meant for her. 

Crusch pushed Wilhelm away from her. It was unexpected, and it was enough to make a gap between then, his cock pulling out with a loud pop. She used the sapce she made to slip past the much larger man.

A pink mixture of semen and evidence of her first time dripped out of her, smearing across the ground as Crusch crawled towards the bars, only to feel a pair of hands clasping onto her hips, dragging her back and pinning her down. "H-help me! Someone! Please!" Crusch cried out, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Wilhelm roared, sheathing his penis into her yet again. He pinned her down and fucked her, using his weight to prevent her from moving anywhere as he took her, cum seeping out with each brutal thrust. 

"Damn, Wilhelm, you're going wild," Subaru whistled in appreciation.

With each thrust, Crusch could feel her sanity leaving her. All she could feel was Wilhelm's cock inside of her. She whined with each thurst, the feeling of being fucked like this the same as her father bending her over his knee and spanking her for being naughty.

"You tight whore! Take my load!" Wilhelm roared. Crusch screamed as she felt another load of cum being dumped into her insides.

Wilhelm pulled her to her knees, but Crusch used the opportunity to pull away from him, getting to her feet. Her legs were shaky, but she managed to reach the bars, her cunt dripping with semen. 

"Someone… please! Open this door!" Crusch begged. "Someone, please save me!"

Nobody came to save her. A hand reached out, snatching her ponytail. The other hand grabbed her hips, bending her ass backwards as Crusch was penetrated once more. Wilhelm's stamina did not restrain itself to the battlefield.

"I'm still not finished, Crusch!" Wilhelm bellowed, driving his cock into her over and over again.

From the two previous fuckings as well as this one, Crusch could feel herself getting wet, her arousal mixing with semen and dripping down her bare legs. Any more of this, any more of this and she would lose her mind. Crusch felt her orgasm rapidly approaching.

Crusch slipped, falling to the ground. Wilhelm never disconnected with her body, his cock staying lodged inside of her deeply. In this new position, Crusch's cheek and bare breasts dragging roughly back and forth across the tiles with each thrust, her body dragged along by the virtue of the sheer thickness of Wilhelm's dick and how tightly her pussy clung onto it. 

"Subaru-dono promised me that as long as I keep you pregnant, you'll be my personal property. I'll have you pop out kid after kid for me, until one of them isn't a fuck-up!"

If this keeps up... being raped by Wilhelm... it will make me cum.

The thought of it terrified her. But there was no denying the physiological reactions, even if they were forced upon her. Wilhelm pounded into her from behind, angled downwards and bashing against her womb with every stroke. Brain cells burnt out and died at the dopamine overload corrupting her brain.

No, I can't cum. If I cum, I'll lose myself! 

"Guuuuahhh! Guuuh! Auughh! Auugh! Auugh!" Crusch panted, unable to even form words at this point.

Don't cum inside of me anymore! I'll lose my mind! I can't take it anymore!

"Get pregnant with my seed!" Wilhelm screamed, blasting yet another load of jizz into her cunt. It sprayed out the sides of his cock, splattering on the ground, her cunt filled to capacity.

Crusch came, electricity running up and down her spine as her eyes rolled into her head. Her mouth was wide open as she moaned gutturally, her tongue wagging out as she did so.

Cumming!

Full. Complete. 

The last part missing in her life fell perfectly into place. 

Everything that was fucked up and just sheer wrong about this situation melted away as the cock pounding ceaselessly inside of her brought for a mind-tingling orgasm.

This… this was her purpose in life now. To serve in the Sex Empire. To produce Wilhelm's child. He earned this privilege. Her body was his reward.

Crusch was in the prime of her youth. A prime mate, to be impregnated and taken so roughly, was perfectly appropriate for her. She was woken up by a sharp slap to her ass.

"What are you?"

"A slut!" Crusch yelled. "Your slut! Your babymaker! Your cocksleeve!"

Whatever combination of words would give her salvation.

"With this, the Kransten family will finally have an heir," Wilhem declared. He pulled out of her, yet Crusch stayed in that position, her face on the ground and her ass in the air. Cum trickled from her once-virginal passage. 

All that time and energy spent learning how to be a proper noble. All the battles she'd fought, all the suffering, the many times she'd risked her life. And for what?

To prove herself?

For glory?

When she could have simply been shaking her hips for men, to achieve a satisfaction greater than any victory?

"If I had known you were such an easy slut, I would have just raped you without joining the Sex Empire. What a shame. I thought you were better than this, Crusch," Wilhelm spat, disappointed in her.

Crusch felt a tugging on her scalp as she was dragged up by the ponytail, bringing her face to face with the cock that had stolen her virginity, slathered in a mixture of semen, her own arousal juices, and the blood of her hymen. Her eyes half-lidded, she latched her mouth onto it, sucking it like her life depended on it, cleaning the fluids off with her tongue.

She could see that her foreseeable future would revolve around this cock, and the mighty warrior it was attached to.

Wilhelm's laughs echoed throughout the cellar.