Chapter 2: The Maid's Hidden Talents
The sheets had become a tangle of limbs and fabric, of silver hair and sky-blue strands, of pale skin flushed pink in the moonlight. Rem's back arched as Emilia's fingers found the clasp of her garter, the delicate metal cool against her overheated skin.
"You don't have to—" Rem started, but Emilia silenced her with a kiss.
"I want to." Emilia's voice was steadier now. More certain. Something had shifted in her during those first few minutes—a tentative confidence blooming where nervousness had lived. "I want to learn. I want to touch you. Both of you."
Subaru laughed, low and warm against Rem's shoulder. "Greedy."
"Maybe." Emilia's smile was almost wicked. "You made me this way."
The garter came loose. Then the other. The stockings rolled down Rem's thighs, catching for a moment at her knees before Emilia tugged them free entirely. And then Rem was bare—completely, utterly bare—with nothing left to hide behind.
She felt exposed in a way that went beyond skin. Vulnerable. Raw.
And she loved it.
"Lie back," Subaru murmured, his hand guiding her shoulder. "Let us take care of you."
The mattress dipped as he shifted, positioning himself behind her. His chest pressed against her back, warm and solid, and his breath ghosted across her ear in a way that made her shiver.
Emilia knelt between Rem's legs, her violet eyes dark with curiosity and want. Her silver hair spilled forward as she leaned down, brushing against Rem's stomach, her thighs.
"What do I—" Emilia hesitated. "How do I—"
Rem reached down and caught Emilia's hand, guiding it to the inside of her thigh.
"Like that," she whispered. "Start there."
Emilia's fingers were tentative at first, tracing aimless patterns on Rem's skin. But Rem rewarded every touch with small sounds, with the parting of her lips, with the way her hips shifted restlessly against the sheets. And slowly, Emilia grew bolder.
Her mouth replaced her fingers, pressing kisses along the curve of Rem's hip, then lower, then lower still.
"Oh," Rem breathed. "Oh, that's—"
Emilia paused, looking up through her lashes. "Good?"
"Yes. Yes, that's good. Don't stop."
And she didn't. Emilia's tongue found the sensitive bundle of nerves between Rem's legs—clumsy at first, uncertain, but learning. Learning fast. Each swipe of her tongue drew a new sound from Rem's throat, a new tremor through her body.
Behind her, Subaru watched with hooded eyes. His hands found Rem's breasts, cupping their heavy weight, thumbs circling her nipples until she was gasping and writhing between them.
"You're doing so good," he murmured. His lips brushed her ear, her neck, the junction of her shoulder. "Both of you. So good."
Rem wanted to respond. Wanted to say something clever or kind or meaningful. But Emilia's tongue had found a rhythm, and Subaru's hands were everywhere, and she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.
"S-Subaru," she managed. "Emilia-sama. I—"
"Shh." Subaru kissed her cheek. "Just feel."
And then his hand was moving lower. Down her stomach, past her navel, to the place where her thighs met. His fingers found her slick, hot, ready—and pushed inside.
Rem cried out. The sound was sharp and startled, and it made Emilia pause.
"Keep going," Rem gasped. "Please, please keep going."
Subaru's fingers moved inside her, curling and pressing in ways that made stars burst behind her eyes. His thumb found the sensitive nub above and circled it in counterpoint to his thrusts, and Rem's head fell back against his shoulder.
"That's it," he said. "Let go. I've got you."
Emilia's mouth returned, tongue joining Subaru's fingers, and Rem felt herself careening toward something vast and terrifying and wonderful.
"Wait," Subaru said, and everything stopped.
Rem whined. Actually whined—an undignified, desperate sound that she would have been embarrassed by if she'd had any brain cells left to spare.
"Not yet," he told her. "I want to be inside you when you come."
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Rem felt her face burn, felt her whole body flush with equal parts embarrassment and anticipation.
"Is that... is that okay?" Emilia asked, sitting up. Her chin glistened with Rem's wetness, and the sight was so unexpectedly, obscenely beautiful that Rem almost forgot the question.
"Yes," Rem said. "Yes. Please."
Subaru shifted behind her, and Rem felt his hardness press against her lower back. He was still wearing his trousers—unfair, she thought, he was the one still dressed—but his hands were already working the buttons, already pushing the dark fabric down his hips.
"Emilia," he said, "stay where you are. Keep touching her. I want her to feel both of us."
Emilia's eyes widened, but she nodded. Her hands found Rem's thighs, holding her open, and her mouth returned to the place where Subaru's fingers had been. Only now, she was joined by something else—something thicker, blunter, hot as a brand.
Subaru entered Rem slowly. Deliberately. Giving her body time to adjust, to stretch, to welcome him inch by inch.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Rem, you're so—"
She clenched around him, and he groaned.
"Impatient," she managed, and she heard the smile in his laugh.
"Sorry. Not sorry."
His hips pulled back. Snapped forward.
The force of it knocked the breath from Rem's lungs. She would have pitched forward if Subaru hadn't caught her, his arm banding around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, and there was genuine concern beneath the heat in his voice.
"More," she answered. "I want more."
And he gave it to her.
The rhythm he set was punishing—deep, driving thrusts that had the bed frame groaning and Rem's cries echoing off the walls. Each impact sent shockwaves through her body, made her breasts bounce, made her fingers claw at the sheets.
Emilia watched with wide eyes, her mouth never leaving Rem's cunt. Her tongue lapped at every thrust, chasing Subaru's cock as it withdrew, pressing against Rem's clit in ways that made her vision white out.
"Harder," Rem gasped. "Subaru, please—"
His hand came down on her ass. Sharp. Loud. The slap rang through the room like a thunderclap.
Rem screamed.
Not in pain—or not only in pain. In release. In joy. In the sheer overwhelming pleasure of being taken apart so completely, so thoroughly, by two people she trusted with every fiber of her being.
"You like that?" Subaru's voice was rough, almost feral. "You want me to do it again?"
"Yes." Spent though she was, there was no hesitation in her answer. "Yes, yes, please."
Another slap. Then another. Her flesh stung, glowed red in the moonlight, and Rem ground her hips back against him in shameless demand.
"I didn't know," Emilia murmured, pulling her mouth away for just a moment. "I didn't know it could be like this."
"It can be whatever you want," Rem told her. "Whatever feels good. There are no rules."
Emilia considered this. Then she reached up and cupped Rem's breasts—both hands, kneading gently, testing—and Rem moaned low in her throat.
"I like this," Emilia decided. "I like touching you. Feeling you."
"We like you touching us too," Subaru said, his voice strained. He was close—Rem could feel it in the way his rhythm stuttered, in the tightening of his grip on her hips. "But right now, I really need—"
He broke off with a sharp inhale as Rem clenched around him.
She did it again. Deliberately. Muscles squeezing in waves, pulling him deeper, holding him tighter.
"Rem," he warned.
"Don't hold back," she told him. "I want to feel it. I want to feel everything."
Emilia's mouth found her clit again, relentless now, and Subaru gave up all pretense of restraint. His thrusts became savage, brutal, wonderful—and Rem met every one of them with a moan, a cry, a prayer of gratitude.
The pressure built. Higher. Higher.
Emilia's tongue. Subaru's cock. The sting of her ass. The weight of her breasts in Emilia's hands. All of it crashed together at once, and Rem shattered.
Her body convulsed. Her vision went white. She screamed—loud, unashamed, emptying her lungs of every breath she'd ever held.
Subaru followed a heartbeat later, surging into her with a guttural cry that sounded almost like pain. His hips stuttered, his grip tightened, and Rem felt the hot pulse of his release filling her.
For a moment, there was nothing. No sound. No movement. Just the three of them, frozen in the aftermath.
Then Rem collapsed forward onto the bed, dragging Subaru with her, and Emilia moved quickly to avoid being crushed.
"That," Rem said into the pillow, her voice muffled and weak, "was..."
She couldn't finish.
Emilia stretched out beside her, and Rem turned her head to look. The half-elf's lips were swollen, her chin still glistening, and she was smiling in a way that made Rem's heart clench.
"It was," Emilia agreed. "It really was."
Subaru lay sprawled across Rem's back, a heavy, warm weight that she found she didn't want to move. His breathing was slowly evening out, his hand lazily tracing patterns on her hip.
"So," he said. "We should probably do that again sometime."
Emilia laughed. Rem felt the vibration of it through the mattress, through her own body.
"I think that can be arranged," Emilia said.
And Rem—sated, exhausted, more content than she had ever been—let herself drift on the current of their voices, their warmth, their presence. She had spent years watching from the outside. Years of longing and loneliness and quiet desperation.
But now she was here.
She was here, between them, and they wanted her. Both of them.
The moonlight continued its slow journey across the floor, but in the bed beneath the eaves, three hearts were settling into a new rhythm. Something heavier than duty. Something softer than mere desire.
Something that felt, against every expectation, like home.