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The blade of Dimitri’s spear slides so perfectly between Edelgard’s breasts, penetrating her torso and exiting through her cape. Her eyes stare into his as life rapidly leaves them. Despite dying, she seems so oddly quiet. Once her gaze becomes glassy and unfocused, the king pulls his weapon from her surprisingly petite body. The emperor slumps forward, lifeless. The moment of her death feels like it lasts an eternity to him before he removes the dagger from his shoulder.
As the small blade clatters against the cold throne room floor, a well of regret overflows in his chest. Though he never wanted to admit it, Edelgard was always the woman he loved. Perhaps that’s why he had hated her so much. Killing her has only proved to him that there was no denying this. In the past weeks, as his rage subsided, all he wanted was a touch from her, a moment stolen together outside of this war.
And now such a thing will never be possible. Of course, the two of them are alone in the throne room. The others are still distracted by the last remnants of battle outside. This will be the only opportunity he has to touch her before her body is buried or burned.
He unfastens his armor and underclothes just enough to free his shameful erection. Then he turns the emperor’s body onto her back, her foggy eyes staring up to the ceiling as her head falls back unsupported. Her blood coats his gauntlets as he starts peeling off her uniform, now sticky with that same blood. He manages to get her top off, casting the dress aside as her cape rests beneath them.
He stares, awestruck and lovelorn, at her exposed breasts. The vertical gash of his weapon fits surprisingly well between them, blood pooling in the valley of her cleavage and running off the side of her body.
He next goes for her dark navy pants, which he only now notices are surprisingly form fitting. But he stops when he notices a sticky darkness spreading from her crotch. In death, her body is naturally relaxing, he recognizes. So of course she’s soiling herself, but he doesn’t care. This is his only opportunity to be with her.
Besides, he’s well accustomed to the ugly reality that everyone doesn’t mention, that so many he sees fall to battle soak in their own fluids. He vividly remembers seeing Ingrid turn away as they collected the bodies of Manuela and Dorothea to burn. Both songstresses caked in grime, sweat, and blood - yet it was their bodies stained with their own urine, causing their wet dresses to cling to their thighs as their large breasts flopped free of their torn outfits, which embarrassed and pained his loyal pegasus knight the most. He had never seen such beauties soiled so thoroughly. Or give such cold, dead stares for that matter.
Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Dimitri tears Edelgard’s wet pants from her legs, cutting the fabric off at her armored boots just under her knees. Her thighs are sticky as he sees the amber liquid finish seeping out of her now exposed pussy and wetting the crimson cape beneath them. Not caring about the mess, he shoves his cock into her piss covered cunt. He must be quick about this.
The king kisses the emperor’s dead-yet-still-warm lips as he harshly squeezes her tit. His bloody gauntlet digs into her flesh, but he doesn’t care about being gentle. She won’t complain, and he needs this. His hips rut wildly into her as he cradles her much smaller body. His cock pounds harshly into her cervix. Though her body cannot respond to the stimulation, her piss soaked folds are still so tight around his hard-on. It’s like her dead walls are trying to squeeze him dry.
Dimitri holds the love of his life even tighter, gropes her breast even harsher to the point of almost crushing it, and thrusts into her harder than ever before. He relentlessly pounds her dead and soiled pussy with his cock. She’d certainly complain about him going too deep and being too rough if she were still alive. But now there’s no need to be gentle. He fucks her corpse as hard as he can. Her surprisingly wide hips lifelessly bounce against his penetrating erection as his other hand wrings out one of her perfect ass cheeks.
After a couple minutes, he feels something tapping against the armor protecting his thigh. He looks as he quickly notices a familiar stench. His emperor is shitting on him. With Edelgard’s dead body relaxed, her bowels have started to evacuate. Slimy, semi-solid chunks of shit with some pebbly bits plop into his leg as he continues thrusting into her. He watches her anus stretch and flex to push out Edelgard’s feces. He still doesn’t care. Not with everything he’s seen.
The dead emperor finishes pushing out the last of her crap which somewhat clings to and slides down Dimitri’s thigh as he pounds into her pissed out vagina. Her body has fully relieved itself of her waste as he thoroughly fucks her. He’ll wash himself later, he sighs, as his cock pistons into her dead pussy.
After a few more minutes, the king finally finishes. He thrusts his cock as deep as he can into her cunt, pretty sure he’s torn something inside her. He groans as his dick spasms, and he finally ejaculates into Edelgard after all this time waiting for her, hunting her. He feels his cock pulse as he ejaculates pump after pump of semen into her small frame. Part of him wonders if her still warm body can still technically get pregnant from this. Just the fetus would quickly die, he ponders.
Once he’s finally done jizzing inside his lover’s soiled corpse, he pulls out. Some blood coats his still hard shaft, mixed with her urine, confirming that he did in fact tear something inside her. He stares at her dead face, contemplating if he has time to use her throat next.
But he is interrupted by Dedue.
“My king,” the retainer says, startling Dimitri. Dedue, ever loyal and nonjudgmental of his liege, says nothing of the horrid sight before him. “We must meet with the others at once. The day is won.”
Dimitri nods as he stands, “O-of course. Just let me collect myself.”
As the king tucks away his hard cock and wipes the scat and urine off his armor, Dedue approaches Edelgard’s body with an axe.
“What are you doing?” Dimitri asks with concern.
“My king, we must destroy the emperor’s body. We cannot risk her somehow finding a way to return.”
The king shakes his head, “Dedue, I doubt that-”
By then it’s too late. His retainer lops Edelgard’s head off with his axe. A spray of blood spurts from her neck as her head falls and rolls onto her cheek - her eyes unmoving the whole time. Dimitri’s cums in his trousers then and there as he watches her blood spray out and her head separate from her body, her naked and bloody tits flopping from the force of the strike.
The king simply stares as Dedue continues, “I apologize that we could not do a formal public execution, my king. But I will still take her head to be mounted at the gates of Fhirdiad just as we once discussed, and then set the rest of her body to flame. Our message of peace will be sent.”
“…Of course,” Dimitri continues staring. “I suppose this is how it all must end.”