The Forgotten Tryst

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are aged up to 18 or older, regardless of their ages in the original source material. All encounters portrayed are consensual. This work is a piece of fanfiction, intended for entertainment purposes only, and does not reflect the canon of the original story. Content is created for an adult audience (18+) and may include mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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The banquet hall in Roswaal’s mansion glowed with golden light, the air rich with the scent of spiced wine and roasted meat. Subaru, rosy from wine, boasted of his Wolgarm battle. Across the table, Emilia’s silver hair shimmered under the chandelier, her amethyst eyes sparkling with unguarded delight. Usually poised, she giggled freely, her wineglass leaving her rosy-cheeked and wobbly.

“Subaru, you’re so silly,” she slurred, leaning close, her fingers brushing his wrist. “You didn’t really wrestle a demon beast, did you?”

“Swear on my knightly honor!” Subaru declared, his hiccup sending Emilia into giggles, her hand lingering on his arm, warm and soft.

As the night wound down, the guests dispersed, and Rem escorted a stumbling Ram to bed. Subaru, ever the self-proclaimed knight, insisted on escorting Emilia to her room. “M’lady, your chariot awaits!” he said, offering his arm with a wobbly bow.

Emilia, swaying and laughing, looped her arm through his. “Lead on, Sir Subaru!” They wobbled down the mansion’s halls, clinging to each other. Subaru nearly crashed into a decorative vase, proclaiming it a “vile foe of the realm,” then slurred, “To victory, my lady!” lurching forward. Emilia giggled, muttering “Silly vase, no dueling!” She tugged him away, only to trip over her own dress, their laughter echoing as they stumbled onward, their drunken navigation hopelessly off course. They pushed open the door to Subaru’s room instead of Emilia’s, collapsing onto his bed in a heap of giggles and tangled limbs.

“This… isn’t my room,” Emilia mumbled, her face inches from Subaru’s. Her breath, warm and wine-sweet, brushed his lips, and her half-lidded eyes held a softness that set his heart ablaze.

“Nope,” Subaru said, his voice husky. “But it’s… cozy, right?” He meant it as a joke, but the air thickened with desire. Emilia’s hand rested on his chest, her touch igniting a spark that had always simmered between them.

“Subaru…” Emilia whispered, her voice trembling with nerves and bold curiosity. She leaned in, and their lips met—tentative at first, then hungry, a shared longing breaking free. Subaru’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and she pressed against him, their kisses fervent yet tender, a dance of lips and soft gasps that set their skin alight.

Emilia pulled back, panting, her cheeks flushed. “It’s… so hot in here,” she murmured, fanning herself. In a bold, hazy move, she fumbled with her dress, tugging at the laces until it pooled on the floor, revealing her pale, flawless skin, her curves glowing in the moonlight. Her breasts, soft and full, rose with each breath, and she stood with shy confidence, the wine freeing her from modesty.

Subaru’s breath caught, his eyes wide with awe. “Emilia… you’re… beautiful,” he whispered, his voice raw with adoration. He shed his jacket and shirt, then fumbled with his trousers, kicking them aside until he was bare, his lean frame marked by faint scars, his arousal evident yet secondary to the reverence in his gaze.

Emilia’s eyes softened, a shy smile curving her lips. “You’re… quite nice yourself, Subaru,” she teased, her voice playful yet warm. They fell back onto the bed, their laughter melting into a heated tangle of limbs, their drunken haze amplifying every touch. Subaru’s hands roamed her body, caressing the silky curve of her hips, skimming the delicate dip of her waist, his fingers trembling with reverence and desire. Emilia’s breath hitched as his lips found her neck, trailing slow, searing kisses along her collarbone, each one sparking shivers that danced down her spine. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging lightly, her soft moans filling the air like a melody.

In their wine-fueled fervor, their hands wandered with clumsy urgency, guided by instinct and curiosity. Subaru’s fingers, hesitant yet eager, stumbled against her slick, heated warmth between her thighs. The contact drew a sharp, surprised whimper from Emilia, her hips twitching involuntarily, a flush spreading across her chest. “S-Subaru…” she gasped, half-laughing, her voice a mix of delight and embarrassment as their drunken fumbling sent a jolt through her. Emboldened, Emilia reached down, her trembling hand grazing his erection, her touch awkward but earnest, fingertips tracing its pulsing heat. Subaru let out a low, ragged groan, his hips jerking at the sensation, a drunken giggle escaping him as their eyes met, sparkling with shared mischief and desire. Their clumsy exploration, punctuated by giggles, gasps, and fleeting glances, wove a tapestry of intimacy, each touch a spark that heightened their anticipation, their bodies humming with electric need.

Emilia, fueled by wine and her own longing, gently pushed him onto his back, her silver hair cascading around them like a veil. She straddled his thighs, her warmth hovering over him, her eyes locked on his with curiosity and affection. “Is this… okay?” she asked, her voice tender, always caring.

“More than okay,” Subaru rasped, his hands on her hips, his gaze filled with devotion. His erection pulsed beneath her, and she shifted, aligning herself. Emilia’s breath hitched as she lowered herself, her slick folds brushing against him. She tried to take him in, but her body resisted, her tightness unyielding despite her arousal. A soft moan escaped her, half pleasure, half frustration, as she paused, her thighs trembling.

“Subaru… it’s… a lot,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her cheeks flushing deeper. She lifted slightly, her hands bracing on his chest, and slid her slit along his length, her abundant wetness coating him in a glistening sheen. The friction was exquisite, her slick folds gliding over his throbbing shaft, each pass stoking a smoldering heat that made her breath catch. Subaru groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, the teasing slide driving him wild yet leaving him craving more. Emilia’s moans softened into breathy sighs, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the intimate dance, her arousal slickening him further until he was drenched in her warmth. After a moment, she tried again, lowering herself with agonizing slowness, her body trembling with anticipation. As the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, a sharp, electric jolt shot through her, her tight folds stretching to accommodate the broad head, a delicious burn mingling with her wetness as it breached her, sending shivers up her spine. As the head passed through, the shaft followed with a smoother glide, her slick walls easing around him, enveloping him in a snug, molten embrace. The sensation was overwhelming—her drenched heat, her silken softness, the rhythmic pulse of her inner walls as she sank down, inch by searing inch, stretching to accommodate his full length. Friction built with every descent, a delicious drag that sent sparks through her core, until she bottomed out, the hilt of his cock pressing deep, stretching her to her limits. Emilia paused, gasping, her body quivering as she felt the intense heat radiating from their joined bodies, his steady pulse throbbing inside her, a living rhythm that made her heart race and her mind spin in the drunken haze.

Tentatively, Emilia began to rock her hips, a slow, experimental motion that sent fresh waves of sensation coursing through her. Her wetness leaked onto him, slicking their joined bodies further, each movement a slick glide that intensified the friction within her. The feeling was unlike anything she’d ever known, a gathering storm building deep in her core, electric and wild, as if lightning were coiling inside her, ready to burst. Her breaths grew ragged, her moans rising in pitch as she leaned forward, her hands pressing harder against his chest, her body chasing this new, exhilarating tide.

“Emilia…” Subaru groaned, his voice strained, his hands gripping her thighs to anchor himself. Her rocking deepened into an up-and-down motion, her hips lifting and lowering on his shaft in an ever-increasing rhythm, each rise and fall drawing sharp, breathless cries from her lips. Her slick walls clung to him, the friction igniting a blazing heat that pulsed through her, her wetness dripping down his length with every motion, amplifying the sensation. The bed creaked in time with her movements, their breaths mingling in the quiet room, a symphony of gasps and moans. Subaru’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves with reverence, each touch sending shivers through her, heightening the electric storm within, making her feel cherished and desired.

The pace built, Emilia’s hips moving with growing confidence, her moans louder, more desperate, as she took control. Subaru matched her, thrusting upward, each movement deepening their connection. The pleasure coiled tighter, spreading through every nerve. Emilia’s fingers dug into his chest, her nails leaving faint marks as she chased the sensation, her silver hair swaying. Subaru’s hands guided her waist, his breaths ragged, his eyes drinking in her strength and beauty.

The tension escalated, their bodies in perfect sync, the room filled with gasps, moans, and the bed’s rhythmic creak. Emilia’s movements grew frantic, her thighs trembling, her walls tightening with each thrust. “Subaru… I… it’s… overwhelming…” she gasped, her voice breaking, her face radiant with ecstasy and vulnerability. Her amethyst eyes locked on his, a spark of trust shining through the haze, deepening their bond. In that moment, Emilia felt cherished, her heart open in the haze, a fleeting sense of safety in his gaze.

Subaru’s control frayed, her heat, tightness, and cries pushing him to the edge. Each thrust sent electric jolts through him, his pulse thundering in his ears like a primal drumbeat. His hands gripped her hips, his thrusts deeper, more urgent, as the pleasure surged to an unbearable crescendo, every nerve alight with fire. “Emilia… I’m… I can’t hold on…” he choked out, his voice raw, his body trembling to prolong their ecstasy.

The climax erupted like a supernova, a blinding collision of sensation and emotion. Subaru’s hips bucked wildly, a primal, guttural groan ripping from his throat as he came, his release surging inside her in thick, torrential waves. The molten heat flooded her, each powerful spurt amplifying the intensity, his body shuddering as he clung to her, every muscle taut with adoration. She was his everything, even in this haze, a fleeting truth searing through his soul. Emilia’s eyes widened, a sharp, keening cry tearing from her lips as his release ignited her climax. Her walls clamped around him, spasming in fierce, rhythmic pulses that milked every drop, a rush of warmth flooding her senses, her body convulsing in waves of blinding pleasure. Her nails raked his chest, leaving red trails, her silver hair a wild halo as she arched back, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, lost in an ecstasy that felt like soaring through stars. Their gasps and tremors intertwined, a symphony of shared release, the intensity searing every moment into their drunken haze, their connection a fleeting eternity.

Emilia collapsed onto his chest, her breaths ragged, her body limp against his. Subaru’s arms wrapped around her, his chest heaving, their sweat-slick skin pressed together. The wine’s fog enveloped them, their minds slipping into oblivion. Emilia stirred, her head swimming, her words slurring. “Gotta… my room…” she mumbled, giggling. She fumbled for her dress, nearly tripping, then squinted at Subaru’s sprawled form, his snores starting. “Subaru… knights don’t… snore like tipsy dragons!” she slurred, hiccuping. “Or… sleep all… unknightly!” She grabbed his trousers, clumsily tugging them all the way up, but they were a mess—twisted, one leg inside out, the waistband skewed across his hips. “There… my knight… mostly proper!” she declared, swaying as she dissolved into giggles.

Emilia staggered to her room, her dress half-draped over her, a dreamy giggle escaping as she shed it and slipped into her nightgown. She collapsed onto her bed, the world spinning, her body heavy with a strange, lingering warmth, as if Subaru’s touch still lingered in her dreams. Subaru, sprawled across his bed, snored softly, oblivious, his limbs tangled in the aftermath of their fervor, a faint echo of her laughter haunting his haze. The mansion fell silent, their passion dissolving into a shared, dreamlike blur, where touches and gasps wove a fleeting bond they couldn’t grasp. As dawn’s first light crept through the windows, the haze began to lift, their bodies stirring under the weight of hangovers and a tender, unplaceable ache, remnants of a night lost to wine and oblivion.

In her room, Emilia groaned, sitting up in her nightgown, her head throbbing with a hangover, her muscles sore, a tender ache pulsing between her thighs. As she stood, wincing at the discomfort, she slipped off her panties to head for a shower, her breath catching as sticky, elastic strings of fluid clung to the fabric, stretching and snapping with a musky scent that made her freeze. “Oh, Lia, what’s this?” she squeaked, her face flaming with embarrassment. Shuffling to the bathroom, she felt a warm trickle drip down her thigh, slick and unfamiliar, her flustered squeak echoing in the quiet. In the shower, she reached down, wincing at the soreness, and felt more slick warmth leak from her pussy, thick and musky, clinging to her fingers. Her heart raced, her cheeks burning. “Was Subaru… in my dream, doing… things? No, silly Lia, just wine nonsense!” she whispered, her foggy mind grasping at fevered, wine-fueled fantasies—flashes of Subaru’s grin, a warm touch, an intense rush fading like a dream. She hurriedly washed, too hungover to dwell, the lingering heat leaving her flustered.

Subaru woke in his room, his head throbbing, his trousers a chaotic mess—twisted, one leg inside out, the waistband skewed across his hips. He tugged at them, blinking in bewilderment, then noticed his chest stung with faint scratches, red trails crisscrossing his skin. “Huh, what happened?” he muttered, his cheeks burning. “Scratches? Did Emilia… nah, Barusu, you tripped into a thorn bush or something!” His mind reeled, fragments of the night—Emilia’s laughter, her skin, a surge of pleasure—too blurry to grasp. He dismissed it as a drunken fantasy, too embarrassed to think further, and dragged himself to get ready.

They met at breakfast, both wincing from their hangovers, their eyes avoiding each other’s as they sat at the mansion’s long table with Ram and Rem. Emilia’s polite smile was strained, her spoon clinking nervously as she fidgeted, her mind still tangled in her “wild dream.” Subaru’s grin faltered, his thoughts on his scratches, until he leaned forward, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Emilia-tan, you didn’t sneak into my room, did you?” he teased, tugging his shirt to reveal faint scratches on his chest.

Emilia choked on her tea, her face flaming. “Nonsense!” she squeaked, her spoon trembling.

Subaru smirked, undeterred, and turned to Ram, who was slicing her toast with precision. “Then it was you, Ram, pulling one of your pranks, wasn’t it?”

Ram’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with scorn. “Don’t be absurd, Barusu. Your rags are beneath my notice.”

Before Subaru could retort, Rem piped up, her cheeks pink with earnestness. “It wasn’t Ram! I went to wake Subaru this morning, and he was… um, a total mess, with scratches all over his chest!” Her voice faltered as eyes turned to him, her hands waving frantically. “I-I tried to fix his trousers, but—poof!—his knightly banner flew free, no undergarments at all! I was so flustered, I just… left them all twisty!”

Subaru’s face burned crimson, his voice gone as he sank into his chair, wishing the table would swallow him. Emilia dropped her spoon, her face scarlet, her “wild dream” flashing—Subaru’s touch?—but no, impossible! Ram snorted, her smirk barely hidden, while Rem clasped her hands, mortified by her blurted words. Silence and awkward glances filled the room, the mystery of the night lingering, their memories blurred by wine, as the mansion’s routine carried on.