Kuroinu: If

Bloodied. Bruised. Aching.

Only these words could adequately encapsulate the agony inflicted by the conflict against the Sin Archbishops.

The Royal Election ended without a vote, a sacrilegious departure from tradition. The Kingdom of Lugunica now fractured into five states, each under a unified banner, each ruled by a Royal Candidate.

The damage wrought by the Sin Archbishops was devastating. A nationwide vote, once the end goal of the Royal Selection, was postponed indefinitely, each candidate given joint-rule over the Kingdom. This overcame the logistical difficulties that it would pose to have a vote that encompassed all the citizens in Lugunica.

Hard times demanded difficult decisions; abnormal circumstances forced adaptation or extinction.

Thus, Lugunica forged an alliance with the Vollachian Empire and the mercenary outfit known as the Black Dog, or 'Kuroinu' in Kararagi.

Natsuki Subaru stood amidst fallen comrades, blood streaking his brow. He clutched a sword, his grip weakened by exhaustion, yet unwavering in determination.

Capella Esmerelda Lugunica lay before him, her breaths shallow, black blood staining her chest. Removing her cursed Witch factor proved arduous, compounded by the intricate Mother system she'd established. Even more challenging was the loss of his own Witch factors, hard-won trophies from battling corruption.

However much it sucked to have to wrangle so many Authorities under his command, it was even more difficult to deal with a situation where he couldn't access them.

None besides that which could not be spoken, but who knew how that Authority worked, if it even was an Authority?

 It was sickening how many assassination attempts had succeeded, how many undercover agents she had, how many allies turned out to be enemies, smiling innocently with a hidden dagger behind their backs. It was sickening how many deaths he had to overcome to reach this point.

Gasping for breath, Subaru pulled the sword from Capella's body.

This was it. This was the moment he had to cement his legacy, his authority. He raised the bloodied sword triumphantly in the air.

"Comrades! There are many who are not with us today. There are many who made the ultimate sacrifice. But today proves that their sacrifices were not made in vain! For today, we have earned our place in history! Today, the Black Dog has proved triumphant over the forces of evil! Today, we can cry. We can celebrate. We can live without fear of the monsters that once roamed this Earth, for they are now chained to Hell!" Subaru roared.

The Black Dogs roared back, bloodied spittle flying from their lips. Vollachian and Lugunican allies among them.

As Subaru's screams were drowned in theirs, he felt that familiar, dark sensation. That feeling that came whenever a piece of a Sin Archbishop joined him in body and soul.

Lust.

But riding high on the feeling of victory, on the relief of having survived the odds yet again, Subaru hardly even noticed the changes within him.

"So what's next, Leader?" Otto inquired, sliding a drink across the table to his longtime friend and brother-in-arms. Subaru accepted the glass of amber liquid, hesitating at the pungent aroma before downing it in one gulp.

"What the fuck is this swill, Otto?" Subaru grimaced, the taste assaulting his palate. Alcohol was an acquired taste for Subaru, a necessary evil in his line of work.

"I had a buddy from Gusteko smuggle it up for me," Otto declared, as if it were a badge of honor.

"Gusteko? Aren't they under prohibition?"

"Yeah, for religious reasons, but Granhiert brandy is too beloved to vanish," Otto explained. "But seriously, what's the plan now? Can't picture you retiring quietly after all we've been through."

"The Lugunican government offers a retirement bonus and a pension, and then I can finally fade into obscurity," Subaru replied. "That was the plan from the start."

"That seems so unlike you," Otto chuckled, lifting the glass decanter for a swig. Despite his confidence, Otto immediately choked, pounding his chest as if the liquid had taken a detour down his windpipe. "Damn, that's potent. But you're telling me you went through all this just to retire?"

Subaru shrugged. "I did it because trouble always found me, no matter where I turned. So I decided to meet it head-on. This world's a perilous place for a guy like me. I was staring death in the face practically every week. And there was someone I wanted to do it for."

"Who's that? A lady friend?" Otto leaned forward, intrigued.

"I guess," Subaru scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his tone. "There's this girl I liked. But she was way out of my league, and I couldn't do a damn thing for her."

"Out of your league? I'm curious now," Otto scrutinized Subaru, as if he thought he could figure it out by looking at him closely enough. "But she must be into you now, right? I mean, you're the leader of Kuroinu!"

"She might know my name," Subaru admitted. "But I've never really met her. And I doubt she remembers me."

"Well, now might be your chance," Otto remarked casually. Silence settled between them, punctuated only by the sound of brandy being sipped. Thoughts churned in Subaru's mind, ones he'd pushed aside for weeks, now resurfacing with a vengeance.

He'd been at this for years. Self-preservation was a part of it. It seemed like not a week went by without facing down a Great Mabeast or tangling with Sin Archbishops invading towns. Fate just had a hate-boner for Natsuki Subaru.

But that was behind him now. And just maybe, Emilia would give him a second glance. Like she did that very first day in the Capital.

It didn't matter how many times he'd tried. Elsa always killed him. But it wasn't until he sat back to see what would happen if he didn't get involved at all that he saw that Emilia didn't need him.

Without him tagging along, Emilia would get to the loot house early, and even got her insignia back without much trouble from Felt, only to discover that Felt was also a Royal Candidate.

Without Subaru there to get himself killed and with Emilia and Felt getting out of the loot house early, things turned out okay.

It was disheartening to say the least, but at least nobody died, and that was a victory in Subaru's book. It'd be a shame to not be able to meet Emilia without coming off as some kind of lunatic, but Subaru knew it was for the best this way.

Subaru ended up selling his cell phone and getting a nice little apartment for himself. It was cozy. He found a job, even got a little magic training in with a local mage he found to give him lessons. Mastered Shamac, eventually being able to use it twice without straining his gate.

He figured out that 'Satella' was actually a Royal Candidate as well. Now, that was a surprise. The girl who'd saved him in an alleyway that first go-around was really that important, now, was she?

After that, Subaru had found a minor fire spirit who took a liking to him. Even managed to enlist as a soldier under Crusch Kransten's command. Sure, he wasn't a standout fighter in her army, but he wanted adventure and was doing well for himself. His isekai journey was going well, besides the minor hiccup at the start.

At least, up until the White Whale operation.

Things went to shit, and that was putting things lightly. It didn't matter if he could use a basic Yin magic spell or if his contracted spirit could perform some decent Goa spells. Against the might of the White Whale, they had nothing.

But then he had a second chance. And then a third. And a forth. He gave up fighting the White Whale on the third try. Deserted during the chaos, and managed to get out alive.

Only for his ground dragon to get its head sliced off by a Witch Cultist. Only to find that the place he'd fled to was even more fucked. Only to find out that place was the lands governed by Margrave Mathers, Emilia's sponsor.

Then he ran again. Only to be wiped out by Greed and Gluttony. Those bastards.

There was no choice but to fight his way out. Subaru somehow figured out the trick to the White Whale cloning itself, figured out how to make himself attract Mabeasts, managed to grease a few hands, help out with strategy and timing, got some allies on their side. By the time he was finished, Subaru was accredited with slaying both the White Whale and Sloth. They'd even managed to avoid Greed and Gluttony entirely.

Although, that wasn't for long.

For having allied the Crusch and Anastasia camps, he was awarded with knighthood and given his own band of mercenaries to manage and grow, taking down high-value targets throughout the Kingdom for pay. And he might as well, he was better suited for it than anyone else, and it made the Kingdom a safer place for everyone, including himself to live in. Leading wasn't too bad, compared to fighting, at least, but there were still times when he had to get his hands dirty. That wasn't something he resented. It was something else he resented.

Just one thing.

Subaru had earned a meeting with Emilia, for having defeated Sloth and defending her lands. It was nice. A good dinner, although the maids gave him a bit of stink-eye, especially the blue-haired one. He enjoyed a private meeting with her. 

But it was… formal. Distant. Emilia was still a nice enough young woman, but there was a bit of awkwardness between them, as if she thought she was beholden to him. Indebted to him, in a way.

Subaru tried to explain that it wasn't the case, that it was to rid all of Lugunica of a threat to her safety, that they rarely got a chance to pin down a Sin Archbishop, but Emilia wouldn't hear of it. Ever grateful. Ever formal.

There was a distance between them that he resented. If anything, he preferred to be that boy she saved in the Capital, not a commander, someone she had to treat with this formal level of respect.

And it turned out, this would be the last time he'd interact with her. And it was over three years ago. Three long years of fighting. That being said, the passion in his heart still had yet to fade, no matter how much he wanted to ignore it.

It felt like destiny played some kind of cruel trick on him. For her to be his introduction to this world, the first person to give him kindness in so long, only to find out that she had given him an alias. To learn that he was more of a hindrance than help. 

No matter how much he'd proved himself over and over again after, it didn't matter. That resentment was a bit more personal, a sword aimed at himself.

"Well, whoever the lucky girl is, I'm sure you'd have no problem bagging her. No matter who it is," Otto teased.

"What are you implying, Otto?" Subaru countered.

"Nothing. Just that you have the world's largest army under your command. It'd be a shame if you didn't use it to accomplish any personal goals. For a mercenary commander, you've got low ambitions. I mean, paying you off so you don't attack the Kingdom? If I were you, I wouldn't take that," Otto's words dripped with truth, fueled by alcohol.

"I never looked at it that way, to be honest," Subaru confessed. "I don't see why they'd have to pay me off. I mean, I don't have any reason to attack the Kingdom."

"Our mercenary army is the largest on the planet. And we defeated the Sin Archbishops, something the Kingdoms never managed to do on their own. As of right now, the greatest threat to the world order is us," Otto revealed.

It was… a perspective worth considering. Subaru had never thought that he would consider something like this before, but that was what he had Otto for. But maybe that was just the alcohol warping his judgment.

He was only twenty years old. Yet the world considered him a prodigy in warfare. The boy commander. Leader of men. His titles went on and on, they were innumerable.

Was his isekai journey over? It sure felt like it. But… what if it wasn't? What if it was just starting?

The Lust Witch factor burned happily inside of him, eager to have such a well-adapted host.

"Emilia-sama!" Ram burst into the office of one of the realm's highest-ranking individuals, breathless with urgency.

Emilia, unchanged from three years ago, bore the distinct features of a half-elf. Silver tresses cascaded down her back, framing vibrant amethyst eyes that bespoke intelligence and grace. She possessed an ageless beauty, destined to outlast her peers among the Royal Candidates. In time, she would ascend to rulership, fulfilling her ultimate goal: to access the Dragon's blood and liberate her people. But such aspirations hinged on maintaining the status quo, a delicate balance amidst looming threats.

"What is it, Ram?" Emilia inquired, dispelling formalities acquired during the trials of Witch Cult attacks. Over time, they'd realized her resemblance to the Witch of Envy made her a strategic target, her very presence a lure for chaos.

"Kuroinu has attacked! They've declared war on the Kingdom of Lugunica, seizing Priscilla's lands and advancing toward Crusch's territory!" Ram's words carried the weight of impending conflict.

"Kuroinu?" Emilia echoed, her mind racing to assess the situation. Led by Natsuki Subaru, the mercenary band harbored unexpected complexities beneath their rugged exterior. She hardly knew Subaru, but knew that the man had proven his valor through feats unmatched by conventional warriors. This didn't sound like the man she knew at all. What could have led him to this?

"Yes. What should we do?" Ram inquired, her tone edged with concern.

Emilia furrowed her brow, grappling with the dilemma at hand. Her camp boasted formidable assets—the twin battle maids, Roswaal, Puck, and Beatrice—yet deploying any would significantly weaken their defensive stance. More troubling still…

"War is a last resort," Emilia deliberated aloud. "Has anyone attempted diplomacy with the Black Dog?"

Ram hesitated, a silent plea for understanding evident in her demeanor. Emilia pressed on, sensing an unspoken truth lingering in the air.

"There's something you're not telling me, Ram," Emilia probed, her resolve unwavering. "Speak."

"Emilia-sama… the Black Dog, they've demanded the establishment of a mercenary-run, patriarchal Lugunica. They seek dominion over the kingdom's lands and its people, particularly the women," Ram divulged, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"The women?" Emilia's confusion mirrored Ram's solemn nod.

"They said that… they want to declare a 'Sex Empire'. And that unless the Royal Candidate surrender to become sex slaves, and yield to their demands, including making the women of Lugunica 'the property of men to be used as public toilets', they would be forced to respond with military action."

"That's horrible!" Emilia gasped. "But the Kingdom is fighting back against them, right?"

"…Some of the male soldiers have already defected. The Black Dog has promised that anyone who defects will have their first pick of a woman of their choosing, provided that woman has not already been selected by someone higher in the chain of command. Many men have been tempted, others have surrendered, captured alive, and been forced at swordpoint to swear fealty to the Black Dog." said Ram.

"How did Priscilla fall?" asked Emilia. Of all the people in the world, Priscilla seemed to be the luckiest that she had met. The idea that she would be defeated by anyone was astounding, even if it was against the largest mercenary army in the world.

"They say that she refused to bend the knee to the Black Dog, naturally, of course. But then she didn't ask the Kingdom for any assistance. Not that it would have helped. Her private army, the Red Plates, were defeated quickly. Almost too quickly," Ram grimaced, as if she held some… personal suspicions on what may have occurred.

"A betrayal on all fronts, I see," Priscilla spat, her arms pulled taut and chained to the wooden scaffolding built in the town square. Men who had once supported her governance now jeered and called out vulgar things. 

Strip her naked. Fuck her in the ass. Piss on her. Things of that nature.

Her once-elegant gown was torn to shreds, hanging off of her body and exposing plump, pale flesh. She couldn't feel any mana in the atmosphere. Whatever trickery the Kuroinu had to accomplish this, it was working. Furthermore, the chains were too strong to break.

Her mana was drained in battle, but she still had her Od. Using it to power the Yang sword would be a death sentence, though, and using it here would be almost useless, considering that even if she could manifest it, she couldn't move her arms.

"Sorry, Priscilla. Couldn't stand the idea of being your dog for any longer," said Al.

"After all the battles we fought side by side, you dare disobey your mistress?" Priscilla hissed.

"We fought some good fights together," Al acknowledged. "But it was when we weren't in battle that I had issues with how you treated me."

"And what about you, Heinkel?" asked Priscilla. The red-haired knight, more like a bandit than anything else, sneered at her.

"This business with the Sin Archbishops has dampened your ambitions. I sided with you to get the dragon's blood, but hedging your bets by agreeing with joint sovereignty over Lugunica? The Emilia camp would've gotten the throne before you did, and only because they'd outlive you. I can't wait that long. At least under Natsuki Subaru, perhaps the Dragon's blood will yield itself to a single ruler."

"Enough with the chatter," Subaru's voice cut through the tense conversation as he stepped up to the wooden platform. "It took me a lot of effort to take Priscilla alive. You guys have first dibs for helping me out with that, so you ought to use them before I get impatient."

Al turned to Heinkel, and both men shrugged to each other. "Fine by me," said Al, undoing the drawstring of his trousers. His pants fell, revealing a rapidly hardening cock, thick and so pungent that Priscilla could smell it from three feet away. 

It was long, as long as her forearm, but even if were only an inch long, she wouldn't have let it near her if it weren't for the fact that she didn't have any other option. 

The crowd roared in excitement. Of what was to come. 

Priscilla didn't even want to imagine it, couldn't imagine it, even as she stood there with her clothes dangling from her body, chained up with Al jerking himself to hardness. His legs were covered in scars, revealing the deadly battles he'd overcome to get this far. 

Endured for her. Only for this betrayal. How deep had his resentment been for her? How long had he kept this bottled up inside? "Who's going first?"

"You look like you're ready," said Heinkel. "I still have to apologize to my wife for the sin I'm about to commit."

With those words, Al looked to Subaru, who gave him an almost imperceptibly small nod.

Walking up to Priscilla, Al grabbed one of her thighs roughly, lifting it up into the air with ease. The tattered remains of Priscilla's gown fell away, revealing a creamy leg. His other hand tore her panties off. 

It was cold, and a gust of wind that came from being elevated didn't help. Over Al's shoulder, she could see the crowd staring at her in rapt attention. 

Waiting to see the Goddess, their ruler, their victor, be defiled in front of them.

"I doubt that after so many husbands that you'd still be a virgin. But I'll at least be the first to teach you your new place in this world." said Al. Priscilla's cheeks flushed with the indignity of his words.

"And what's that? I won't ever bow to anyone's supremacy than my own," Priscilla sneered.

"We'll see about that. I'm honored to be the first to introduce you to the world of male superiority!" Al's voice echoed inside of his helm as he thrust into Priscilla's pussy. Priscilla closed her eyes, not willing to watch as she was taken against her will.

A guttural groan left his lips as he felt himself slip inside of her. The warmth and tightness of Priscilla's Vollachian royal cunt must have felt good stretched around his cock.

Full. So… full.

From Priscilla's perspective, there was nothing but shock. Her mouth opened and closed, like the gulping of a fish, every muscle in her body tensed as she took a cock unwillingly, and from one of her closest allies. 

It wasn't her first time, thank God, but it was the first time in… a long time. It must have been over three years before the Royal selection ever happened. 

At that time it had been one of those overweight, perverted noblemen who married her for her teenaged body while she married them for their wealth. One of the many noblemen that gave her the title of the Bloody Bride. Despite her reputation for being a black widow, that didn't mean that she didn't give out. It was a wife's duty, after all.

But that limited experience, with a man over thrice her age and with a small, shriveled cock, was nothing like the masculine girth and curve of Al's cock that she could feel with every fold in her pussy.

"That good, huh?" asked Subaru, watching the spectacle. "Go on, you've earned it, Al. Take what's yours."

"You don't have to tell me twice," said Al, pulling out as he spoke until the only part of him left inside of her was the crown of his cock. 

He pulled down the ruined front of Priscilla's gown, tearing away the rags to expose a pair of beautiful tits. Tear-drop in shape, milky and plump and spilling out the sides of her frame, and topped with perky pink nipples. Befitting of a royal lady. 

Subaru and Heinkel whistled in appreciation. Al raised a fist in the air, like the victor of some kind of sporting spectacle, lavishing in the cheers of the crowd. The crowd roared in excitement of seeing that pale flesh exposed before their eyes. Priscilla felt Al's cock twitching inside of her, like he was turned on to show everyone such an intimate state of Priscilla.

Al reached around, grabbing Priscilla's left asscheek for leverage before thrusting savagely. Fuck, it felt even bigger the second time!

"That's only half of it," Al whispered to her, his helm next to her head.

Priscilla's eyes bulged, realizing that his hips hadn't yet clapped against hers, but she refused to scream, refusing to acknowledge that this was happening to her. Looking over his broad shoulders, Priscilla could see the eyes of everyone staring at her. There was perhaps a hundred men in the crowd, all watching her defilement.

This… this was beneath her. 

To be treated like a common wench. To be fucked so thoroughly in public like this.

Indignity swelled up inside of her, but it wasn't the only thing inside of her. No, far from it, especially when he shoved his cock all the way in. Stretching her cunt. 

Molding her to his cock.

She couldn't ignore it. Couldn't ignore the hardened flesh pounding her insides any more than an infected soldier could ignore getting their legs sawn off. 

"You're getting wetter, Priscilla. Do you like this?" Al whispered. His voice came out metallic, distorted by the helm he wore. Priscilla ignored the question, only feeling hatred at the idea of her body's natural inclinations. A divine being like herself didn't succumb to the earthly sensations of the flesh. "Are you getting horny, getting watched like this in front of all these people?"

"You wish you could make me feel even an ounce of pleasure," Priscilla seethed. His idiotic comments were testing her patience. 

"God, you're such an uptight bitch. But that makes this all the sweeter," Al groaned. "You know, whenever I got some time off when we were traveling together, I'd always visit the whorehouses. But whenever I went, I always imagined it was you. Every red-headed whore in the capital city has screamed my name. And soon enough, you'll join them."

"L-like hell I will," Priscilla scowled. But Al's thrusts were speeding up. It hurt, and it was uncomfortable, especially with his size, her inexperience and the absolute lack of foreplay, but considering his grunts and groans and the way he was twitching inside of her, it seemed like Al was enjoying himself plenty.

"God… even if you're a real piece of work, you've got a nice piece of ass," said Al. "I'm about to cum soon."

"N-No, goddammit! Do it outside! Aghh! Don't you fucking dare cum inside of me! Guh!" Priscilla panted raggedly. "You fu-!" 

The insults wouldn't come. Al was clapping his hips against her with every thrust now, pounding away at her womb, and Priscilla could hardly breathe. 

This deserved divine punishment. Punishment that would never come, justice that would never be made. Al pulled at the already ruined tatters of her dress, dragging a rip all the way up her stomach. 

With a particularly sharp thrust, Priscilla watched as a bulge appeared over her toned midriff, shrinking between thrusts and showing just how much she was getting stretched. This man had a true demon between his legs. How the hell had he fought all those battles with this thing swinging around all the time?

A hot blast filled her up inside, filling her with jizz. Priscilla's head shot back and she let out a guttural scream, louder than the sounds of the crowd. Her cunt was filled to capacity and then some, bulging out elastically. Al's balls pressed up against her, pushing her up to her tippy-toes as a meager attempt to get away from him and his enormous cock, and the cum that was spewing out inside of her. He came without a single word, not a single noise.

When Al pulled out, it was slow, dragging the head of his cock along the walls of Priscilla's vagina. The bulge in her stomach shrank as he did so, and when he finally pulled out, a thick river of cum splattered out of her, pooling onto the ground. Her pussy, once a thin pink slit, was now gaping wide as she felt the liquid fire pooling out of her. 

"No time for rest," Heinkel grunted, grabbing her by the hips, before fucking his cock up into her already-gaping cunt. 

The disgraced knight hammered at her, hard and fast, using the cum already inside of her as lube. While smaller than Al, that didn't mean much, and any and every cock was still too big for Priscilla, more than she was comfortable with. 

Priscilla glanced over her shoulder, only to see Heinkel's unshaved mug, his jaw set and his expression screwed tight in pleasure. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a line of men going up a flight of wooden stairs, lining up behind her. 

Were all of those men… waiting to fuck her? How many times were her holes to be used? She felt sore already, and could only imagine how many there were waiting for her.

Priscilla felt Heinkel pull the fabric away from her ass, leaving her pale backside exposed and vulnerable. His gloved hand came down again and again relentlessly, rippling the flesh and spanking it into a cherry-red shade. 

The pain was nothing she couldn't endure, but the humiliation of getting her ass paddled by such a lowlife was eating away at her. And his thrusting was helping matters. Priscilla squealed as she felt another bout of warmth blessing her insides. 

He… he hadn't even warned her. 

This misfit knight, this worthless piece of trash could be the father to her spawn. And he had hardly said a word to her. No guilt, no feelings of remorse for his betrayal. Just walked up to her and pounded her. It was humiliating.

No, Priscilla told herself. This world works in your favor. Nothing is not to your benefit. Even if I don't see how it will help me now, it doesn't mean that it won't eventually.

But that thought went away, forced to make room for a new cock. "Even the mightiest will fall under our heel. This is why I went after you first. Because if I can bring you down, I can take the rest of the Royal Candidates too," said Subaru. 

His hands reached under her knees, lifting them up and spreading her legs apart. With the tear in her dress that Al made before him, every was exposed. The people down below the stands could see how her pussy and legs were drenched with the semen of two men, and how a third's cock was stretching her pussy lips and thrusting up into her.

"This was never about you, you know?" said Subaru. Priscilla couldn't even turn to face him. "You're just a part of the plan. Just a nice piece of ass. But you're a lot looser now. Al looked like he was really putting in the work to loosen this whore pussy up. And now I hardly have to even try!" 

To punctuate this, Subaru gave her a particularly sharp thrust, holding himself there, letting the crowd revel in the sight of seeing the Scarlet Princess impaled on a man's cock. 

Despite how humiliating and uncomfortable this was for her, Priscilla couldn't deny the pleasure building up inside of her. It was a biological reaction. Something she couldn't control, not after already taking two cocks and now taking a third. If things kept going like this, she would even…

"I'll fucking kill you. I'll rip your fingers off, one by one!" Priscilla screamed, even as it prompted Subaru to start pounding her again. 

It was a ridiculous thing to say, especially while she was bent bowlegged in front of a crowd. But the Sun Princess had an infinite amount of dignity, an infinite amount of pride, and even something as derogatory as being used like a public toilet wasn't enough to dissuade her. Her orgasm rapidly approaching, Priscilla continued on her rant.

"I'll - gah! Twist them and - ugh! Pull them, feel the bones snap, and cut off every last appendage! I'll save the best for last! Fu-!" 

"What's the matter, Priscilla? Cat got your tongue?" asked Subaru. She could feel the cum sloshing around inside of her pussy, felt uncomfortably full. But for the Mercenary King, it must have felt amazing.

"I-I'll burn you alive! With mine Ya- Yang sword! Do you hear me! You - you fucking pissant!" Priscilla heard herself stumbling over every other word, with every other thrust into her cunt. Yet, she refused to give in. The fire inside of her burned brightly.

"You'll wish you never stepped onto this- mmph!" Subaru let go of one of her legs, pulling her face to the side and kissing her, muffling the murderous tirade. Priscilla opened her mouth and screamed ragefully into his, even as his tongue invaded her mouth. 

It was wrong to be kissed in such a situation, even Priscilla knew that. A kiss was meant to be private, between lovers, in a secluded setting. Not this. Not in front of all of her subjects, while getting railed like a slut, shared between men.

But before she could bite off the offending appendage, she felt herself getting tipped over the edge. Squeezing down on the cum and cock inside of her, Priscilla's eyes rolled into the back of her head, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on her. At the same time, Subaru grunted, something she only heard because his mouth was on hers, and yet another filling blast of cum invaded her insides, mixing with that of two other men inside of her.

With that, Subaru also pulled out, dropping Priscilla and allowing her to hang limply in her chains, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, even as semen dripped out of her cunt. 

"Why… why are you insisting on cumming inside of me? It's dirty, you know. I might even get pregnant," Priscilla murmured. The fire inside of her had been doused by the pleasure she'd received, even as her ears rang with the cheers and howls and whistles of the crowd. 

"This is only the first three. You'll be absolutely drenched by the end of the day," said Subaru.

"Drenched? What do you mean, drenched?"

"I'm not letting you go until you publicly declare yourself as the shared public toilet of the Sex Empire. And considering your pride, I don't anticipate that happening anytime soon." Subaru encircled the defeated Baroness, pinching her face with a hand and tilting her face up to his own. 

"You're defeated, and yet, I still see a fire burning in those eyes. I won't stop until I see that fire go out. You'll take cocks from the audience until they've cum enough inside of you to teach you that you have lost. Truly, truly lost. It'll be hard. I'm guessing this is the first time you've lost so thoroughly. But I'll teach you," said Subaru. He smiled at her, a cold smile, marked by his experiences as a mercenary leader, having seen so many battles. He let go, turning to face the audience. 

"Gentlemen of the Sex Empire, hear my proclamation! I am the leader of the Black Dogs and your Supreme Ruler. Priscilla has fallen to me and soon will the rest of the Kingdom! This criminal has dared to rule over you to her own benefit. She has taken from you, and so this is her punishment. You will take recompense from her in the form of her body. Take out all your frustrations on her!"

The crowd roared in excitement, their turn finally coming after watching three other men take the first crack at the Sun Princess. The jeering, the hollering, Priscilla couldn't cover her ears to ignore it.

"This woman is formerly of the Vollachian empire! Despite this, she believed that she had a divine right to rule over you, the citizens of Lugunica, and now the citizens of the Sex Empire! I have allied with Emperor Vincent Vollachia, who has formally requested that I hand her over to him."

Booing and angry noises filled the air.

"Let us fuck her!"

"We'll treat her right!"

"She's our slave!"

"Vincent Vollachia is an ally of the Sex Empire. He has lent us his forces time and time again and acknowledges our sovereignty. We will return to him his property, his sister. But he requested that we make her obedient before we hand him over. Our Kingdom has been tasked with taming this wild woman. With disciplining her," said Subaru. Turning to Priscilla, he enunciated his words with a sharp blow to her rear, forcing a surprised and angry yelp from her pink lips.

Subaru let his statement linger in the air. The crowd hung onto his every word. The man was a true oralist, a populist at heart, and it shone through his words and the reactions of the crowd.

"So, you will get your recompense before this whore returns to her brother's side. And we'll make sure to return her without a shred of clothing and absolutely covered in cum!" Subaru roared. The crowd returned his energy tenfold. Subaru spread his arms wide, indulging in the support of the people.

"Am I good to start now, Commander?" asked the voice of a stranger from behind Priscilla. Without asking, the man roughly grabbed her by the hips, grinding his cock between the pale, warm globes of her asscheeks.

"You may begin," Subaru affirmed. With that, another cock filled Priscilla, this time, a man she didn't know the name or face of as she was taken roughly from behind. In the pussy, yet again. 

Sore, still coming down from her orgasm, and tired, Priscilla couldn't find the energy to resist, letting out a ragged moan.

After the man was finished, another man stepped up, only this time, instead of lining up to her gaping, soiled pussy, he pushed his cock up against her puckered backdoor. "Don't you fucking dare-!" Priscilla started, only to be cut off by the sensation of pressure being applied to what was meant to be an exit.

"Tight-assed bitch," the man grunted. "Looks like you still might be an anal virgin. Guess it depends on how generous you've been to your last few husbands." 

Forcing the head inside was the hardest, but everything became easier after that, swallowed up by Priscilla's tight, pink sphincter. Priscilla wailed as she felt her last remaining virginity getting plundered by a complete and total stranger.

Yet, he persisted, pushing and shimmying deeper and deeper into her until he'd finally bottomed out inside of her. And then the real fucking started.

"What a tight-assed whore!" The man grunted. Another man, fat and balding, got impatient and stepped up in front of Priscilla. He picked her up by the legs and shoving his cock into her soaked cunt, already filled to the brim with semen. He forced some out as he stuffed his cock inside, the sticky white fluid splattering on the floorboards.

The two cocks rubbed up inside of her, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. The man behind her latched his mouth onto her ear, while grabbing her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his index fingers. The man in front of her dragged his tongue up her cheek, over her eye, leaving a trail of saliva on her face.

Priscilla came again, clenching around the cocks inside of her and letting humiliating scream out of her lips from being so utterly filled.

Time became a blur to Priscilla. The sun drifted through the sky. Semen dripped down her legs, pooling at her feet, and she had no choice but to stand in it as she was filled over and over again, now in both holes. Cum dripped from both of them. Both holes were left gaping when the penises inside of them pulled out. 

Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock. 

Her anger still burned brightly. She was not broken yet. She nearly broke a man's nose as he tried to kiss her, bringing his face too close to her own. Each orgasm, unwillingly forced upon her, ebbed away at her sanity. It wasn't as if Priscilla had lived a perfectly easy life.

Things worked in her favor, but she had to endure through the danger and the politics of her station for years. Only for some men who had never known true adversity to come up to her and roughly take her.

Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock.

The sun was beginning to set. Priscilla found herself moaning wantonly, only for her lips to be captured by a man with a bristly beard. His mouth stank, but she couldn't bite down on his tongue, even as the filthy appendage wiggled its way into her mouth.

Priscilla screamed in orgasm yet again. Her dignity, what was left of it, had slipped yet again.

Cock. Cock. Cock. So many cocks. So many hard cocks fucking her. Big cocks and small cocks. All stinky and hard and inside of her.

No matter how tired or sore she got, no matter how many times she'd came, or the man inside of her came, the next one was full of energy, ready to fuck her. Big cocks. Small cocks. Men who were overweight, tall, short, skinny, muscular.

All different types of men fucked her. The baker, a deserter from her private army, a chef, a mailman. It didn't matter who they were. They all had a chance to get a piece of her. Some from behind. Some from the front. Her dress was torn off of her, piece by piece. Her lower body was drenched, just like Subaru said she would be.

All the strength left her body as the last glimmers of light left the sky. 

Torches were set up so that she could continue servicing men's cocks throughout the night. Her arms were unshackled, causing her body to fall face first into the pool of cum that had formed underneath her. And now, she was fully drenched, just as Subaru said she would be.

Despite this, she couldn't move. Priscilla lacked the will or the strength to resist as her ass was maneuvered up, her face pressed into that puddle of cum, as she was taken yet again. The press of bodies alone held her in place.

There might have been dozens of men who could have impregnated her.

Who knew which one it would be? At this rate, with none of them pulling out, none of them using protection, it was inevitable. And her guts were absolutely filled with cum. The crowd was beginning to thin out, but the lineup was still going strong.

Priscilla lost consciousness at some point, only to wake up with a cock in her mouth. It tasted foul, like whoever it was attached to hadn't washed in weeks. Yet despite this, despite her pride screaming at her to clamp her teeth down on it, she found herself sucking instead. The man groaned at the sudden attention, and filled her mouth with cum. 

Jamming himself down her throat and buckling over her head, the man spewed load after load into her stomach, joining that which was already poured down when she was asleep. She whined unhappily around the shaft, but had to swallow, and that only served to egg him on. 

Priscilla could feel the cum on her skin. On her once lustrous orange hair. On the soles of her feet. In her armpits. Inside of her. Priscilla could taste the cum left in her mouth.

As the sun rose once again, she felt her hair getting dragged up, her cheek getting lifted out of the pool of cum she was submerged in. The crowd of men was gone. In front of her eyes was a pair of legs, but having seen so many of them, at this point she wasn't sure who it was. Priscilla dragged her eyes up the man's body, only to be greeted by the sight of Natsuki Subaru's dick in front of her.

"Kiss it." Subaru demanded. "And say the words I want to hear. Or I'll have everyone back up here again, ready to go. If you're ready to submit, I can have you back in Vollachia, sucking your older brother's cock by the end of the week. But Vincent isn't interested in having a treacherous whore. So make your decision."

"..." Priscilla found that it took her every ounce of strength to speak. She could taste the cum in the back of her throat, over her pallet. The rage and pride that once burned inside of her was still there, but dampened by all the loads her body had taken. "I… I formally declare the establishment of the Sex Empire… the sovereignty of Natsuki Subaru… and myself… as a cum toilet."

With that, Priscilla delicately pressed her lips against the cock that had dominated her. And welcomed her new life as a cum rag.