The last slivers of twilight painted the western sky in hues of fiery orange and soft lavender, casting long, dramatic shadows across the meticulously kept gardens of the Roswaal mansion. Inside, the usual bustle of the day had quieted, leaving behind a profound sense of peace. Rem, her distinctive short blue hair framing a face often composed in an expression of diligent service, moved through the drawing-room with the grace of a seasoned professional. Her maid uniform, crisp and immaculate, rustled softly with each step as she collected the last stray tea cups, her gaze occasionally drifting to the window. The world outside was beautiful, but her world, her entire universe, revolved around the man who was currently lost in a book by the dying embers of the hearth.

Subaru Natsuki, oblivious to the quiet intensity of her gaze, occasionally chuckled to himself, his voice a low, comforting murmur. Rem’s heart swelled. Every beat, every breath, every fiber of her being was dedicated to him. Since the day he had saved her, since he had looked past her demonic heritage and seen only a woman worthy of love, her devotion had become absolute, a fierce, unyielding flame within her chest. She had confessed her feelings, poured out her soul, and though he had gently acknowledged them, their path forward was still one of careful, tender exploration. Tonight, however, felt different. There was a warmth in the air, a silent anticipation that hummed between them, thicker than the evening mist settling over the estate.

“Rem,” Subaru finally spoke, his book closing with a soft thud as he looked up, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “You don’t have to keep tidying. It’s late, and you’ve worked tirelessly today.” His eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, held a deeper, more thoughtful light. They lingered on her, taking in the serene beauty of her profile, the way her short blue hair caught the last hints of light from the fireplace, the perfect curve of her neck as she turned to face him. He noticed the slight flush on her cheeks, a subtle hint of vulnerability that always captivated him.

Rem paused, a teacup suspended in her gloved hand. Her silver eyes, usually so stoic, softened to liquid pools of affection. “It is Rem’s duty, Subaru-kun. To ensure your comfort, your happiness, is my greatest joy.” She curtsied, a perfect, practiced motion, but her eyes never left his. She saw the concern, the affection, the *desire* that had begun to simmer beneath his casual demeanor in recent weeks. It mirrored her own, a quiet storm brewing within her that threatened to break through her carefully constructed maid’s composure.

He stood then, moving with a languid grace that held a surprising gravitas. The air thickened further as he approached, his scent—a mix of adventure, subtle sweat, and the faint, familiar aroma of his favorite tea—enveloping her. Her hand trembled almost imperceptibly as he gently took the teacup from her, placing it carefully back on the tray. His fingers brushed hers, a spark of electricity arcing between their skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her breath hitched, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips.

“And what about your comfort, Rem?” he asked, his voice low, a soft rumble that vibrated through her. His gaze, usually so direct, now seemed to delve into the very depths of her soul. He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. Her skin felt like silk beneath his palm, warm and soft. Her blue hair, so neatly styled, seemed to invite his touch. “You give so much, always. Tonight… can I give something back to you?”

Rem’s eyes widened, a fragile hope blossoming in her chest. Her mind, usually so clear, whirled with a delightful confusion. This was it. The moment she had yearned for, dreamt of, prayed for in the quiet corners of her heart. She leaned into his touch, a silent affirmation. “Subaru-kun…” Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion. The maid persona, the dutiful servant, was beginning to crumble, revealing the passionate woman beneath.

His thumb stroked her cheekbone, and then he slowly, deliberately, slid his hand to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her short blue hair. He pulled her gently closer, their foreheads touching. Her eyelids fluttered closed as his warmth enveloped her. The scent of him was intoxicating. “You’ve captivated me, Rem,” he confessed, his breath mingling with hers. “More than you know. Your strength, your kindness, your unwavering devotion… you are truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

With those words, Rem’s resolve shattered. A tear escaped her closed eye, tracing a path down her flushed cheek. “Subaru-kun…” she choked out, her hands coming up to grasp his arms, her grip surprisingly strong. “Rem loves you… Rem loves you so much.”

He smiled, a tender, loving smile that wiped away all her fears. “I know, Rem. And I… I love you too.” He lowered his head, his lips meeting hers in a soft, chaste kiss that quickly deepened. It was tentative at first, then growing in intensity, a slow burn that ignited every nerve ending in her body. Her lips, usually so prim, parted under his, inviting him in. Her tongue met his, a dance of growing passion, exploring, tasting, savoring. The kiss was a confession, a promise, a culmination of all the unspoken longing that had simmered between them.

His hands moved from her head, tracing a path down her back, over the neat, starched fabric of her maid uniform. She could feel the warmth of his palms through the material, sparking a deep ache within her. He pulled her flush against him, and she felt the hard planes of his chest, the warmth of his body. Her own body responded, pressing into him, a silent plea for more. The formal confines of her uniform suddenly felt constricting, a barrier between them. She wanted to shed it, to feel his skin against hers, to be utterly, completely open to him.

As their kiss deepened, Subaru’s hands moved with increasing confidence. He found the small, delicate buttons that ran down the back of her maid uniform. One by one, with painstaking slowness, he unfastened them. Each pop of a button was a whisper of anticipation, a promise of liberation. Rem shivered, her breath catching in her throat as the cool air touched her bare skin beneath the uniform. She felt the fabric loosen, the stiff collar no longer pressing against her neck. The pristine white apron was the first to fall away, followed by the main dress, slipping down her shoulders like a blue waterfall. The rustle of fabric on the polished floor was the only sound in the room, apart from their ragged breathing.

She stood before him, clad only in her delicate white undergarments—a simple lace chemise and matching panties. Her short blue hair was slightly dishevelled from their kisses, framing a face flushed with desire. Her silver eyes, usually so composed, now sparkled with a raw, undeniable longing. He devoured her with his gaze, his eyes lingering on the gentle swell of her chest, the delicate curve of her waist, the soft, inviting expanse of her thighs beneath the lace. “Rem… you’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion.

He reached out, his hands trembling slightly, and cupped her breasts through the thin lace of her chemise. Her “Big Tits,” as he had often admiringly, if silently, noted, were perfectly shaped, full and soft, rising and falling with her quickened breaths. A soft moan escaped her lips as his thumbs brushed over her engorged nipples, making them harden even further beneath the fabric. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet torment that spread through her entire body. She arched into his touch, her head tilting back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.

His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing soft kisses along her neck, down her collarbone, until he reached the lace chemise. He gently pushed aside the fabric, exposing one full, ripe breast. Her nipple, already hard and eager, rose to meet his gaze. He took it into his mouth, suckling softly, then with increasing fervor, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Rem gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him closer, pressing his mouth against her skin. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over her, making her legs tremble. “Subaru-kun… oh, Subaru-kun…”

He moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same fervent attention, alternating between gentle nips and deep suckling, drawing out long, drawn-out moans from her. His hands, meanwhile, were not idle. They traced the curve of her waist, then ventured lower, over the soft fabric of her panties, cupping the roundness of her "Big Ass." His fingers squeezed, kneading the firm flesh, eliciting another shiver of delight from Rem. Her hips instinctively tilted forward, pressing her groin against his, seeking more intimate contact.

He broke away from her breasts, his eyes gleaming with passion. “Let’s get you comfortable, Rem,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He led her gently towards his private chambers, the path lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The plush carpet felt soft beneath her bare feet as he continued to strip away her remaining garments, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring each revelation. Her panties, damp with her readiness, were peeled away, revealing the soft, glistening folds of her womanhood. She stood before him, utterly naked, every curve and valley exposed to his loving gaze.

He lifted her into his arms, a feat that always surprised her given his often-lanky appearance, and carried her to his bed. The soft down mattress yielded to her weight as he laid her down, his body hovering over hers. Her short blue hair fanned out around her head on the pillow, a vibrant contrast against the white linen. He shed his own clothes with practiced ease, revealing a lean, muscular physique that made her breath catch. Her eyes lingered on his strong shoulders, his flat stomach, and the undeniable proof of his desire, jutting proudly from between his legs.

He knelt between her spread thighs, his eyes never leaving hers, seeking and finding the same intense longing reflected there. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing a path from her navel downwards, pausing at the delicate tuft of blue-black hair that guarded her secrets. Rem gasped, her body arching off the bed. He tasted her, teasing her with soft licks and gentle brushes of his tongue, making her whimper with anticipation. His fingers parted her labia, revealing the swollen, glistening clitoris. He began to suckle it, gently at first, then with a ravenous hunger, his tongue swirling around the pearl of her pleasure, occasionally pressing and flicking it with expert precision.

Rem cried out, her back arching, her hands gripping the sheets, her entire body writhing with exquisite pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a searing heat that consumed her from the inside out. “Subaru-kun! Oh, please! It’s… too much… ah!” Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more, desperate for release. Her legs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer, deeper into her wet, aching core. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion, her mind consumed by the delicious sensations he was eliciting.

Just as she felt the first waves of orgasm building, he pulled away, leaving her gasping, her body quivering, aching for his return. He repositioned himself, kneeling over her, his eyes blazing with a shared hunger. He took her hand, guiding it to his erection, letting her feel the pulsing hardness of him. Her fingers closed around him, feeling the silken heat of his shaft, the surprising weight of his balls. She squeezed gently, eliciting a low groan from him. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Rem?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes! Please, Subaru-kun! Take Rem!” she pleaded, her voice hoarse, her eyes wide with desperate yearning. He slowly lowered himself, positioning the tip of his erection at the entrance of her wet, eager pussy. She felt the heat, the pressure, the promise of deep penetration. She pushed up to meet him, needing him inside her, wanting to feel him fill her completely.

He pushed forward, slowly, deliberately, stretching her, filling her inch by agonizing inch. Rem gasped, a sound of both pain and profound pleasure, as he finally breached her. Her body tightened around him, adjusting to his size, welcoming him home. He paused, allowing her to acclimate, their eyes locked, sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated connection. “So tight, Rem… so warm,” he groaned, his hips beginning to move slowly, tentatively, back and forth.

Rem wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him. Her "Big Ass" lifted off the bed with each thrust, emphasizing the rhythmic, pleasurable friction. Their bodies quickly found a rhythm, a primal dance of desire that transcended thought, leaving only sensation. The sounds of their skin slapping together, the soft groans that escaped their lips, filled the room. He pounded into her, his thrusts growing stronger, faster, deeper, targeting her G-spot with unerring accuracy. Each thrust sent shivers of pleasure through her, building the tension once more, drawing her closer to the edge.

“Oh! Oh, yes, Subaru-kun! Faster! Deeper!” she cried out, her voice raw, her nails digging into his back. She loved the feeling of him inside her, filling her completely, asserting his presence in the most intimate way possible. She matched his rhythm, bucking her hips up to meet his, wanting to merge with him, to become one. The world outside the room ceased to exist; there was only him, only her, and the incredible, all-consuming passion they shared.

Suddenly, he changed position, rolling her onto her stomach, but still keeping them intimately joined. Rem gasped, feeling the glorious weight of him on her back, his cock still buried deep inside her. He pulled her "Big Ass" up, exposing her to the mirror on the opposite wall. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement as she saw their reflection—her legs spread, her bare bottom highlighted, his powerful strokes making her tremble. He leaned down, his lips at her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Rem. Every inch of you.”

His hand slipped between her legs, finding her clitoris, and began to stimulate it while he continued his deep, powerful thrusts from behind. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing her further into ecstatic delirium. “Subaru-kun! Please… I’m… I’m going to…” Her body convulsed, a powerful orgasm racking her, stealing her breath. She cried out his name, her voice laced with pure, unadulterated pleasure. He continued to thrust, matching her climax with his own, his body stiffening as he spilled his seed deep inside her, groaning her name in a guttural roar of release.

They lay tangled together, breathless and sated, their bodies slick with sweat. Rem felt utterly loved, cherished, completely fulfilled. But Subaru wasn't finished exploring her depths. After a few moments of tender kisses and whispered words of affection, he carefully shifted, pulling out of her just enough to turn her onto her side. He peppered kisses down her back, along her spine, and then further down, to the curve of her "Big Ass."

“Rem,” he whispered, his voice a husky murmur against her ear. “There’s one more place I want to love you.” His fingers, warm and gentle, began to stroke the sensitive skin around her "Butthole." Rem tensed, a flicker of surprise and shyness coursing through her. While she trusted Subaru implicitly, this was a new frontier, a sacred and rarely touched part of her body. But the love in his touch, the tender adoration in his gaze, quickly eased her apprehension.

He kissed the small of her back, assuring her with his soft touch. “Just us, Rem. Trust me.” He licked a finger, then gently, slowly, pressed it against her anal opening. Rem gasped, a new kind of sensation blossoming within her, tight and surprisingly sensitive. She squeezed her muscles, but he remained patient, his finger gently circling, coaxing her to relax. “Let go, my love,” he whispered, his other hand stroking her inner thigh, calming her.

Slowly, hesitantly, Rem relaxed. She felt his finger slide inside her, a snug, full feeling that made her shiver. He worked a second finger in, stretching her, preparing her for more. Her initial apprehension gave way to curiosity, then to a building awareness of the intense pleasure this new avenue offered. It was a deep, fulfilling pressure that resonated through her entire core, different yet equally potent as their previous encounter.

When she was ready, truly ready, he carefully aligned himself behind her, his erection already throbbing. He took a moment, letting the tip tease her opening, before slowly, inch by agonizing inch, pushing himself into her "Butthole." Rem cried out, a sharp, surprised sound, as the tight embrace of her rear accepted him. It was a new kind of fullness, a glorious, almost overwhelming stretch. Her body instinctively clamped down, but he held still, letting her adjust, murmuring sweet reassurances into her ear.

“You’re doing so well, my beautiful Rem,” he praised, his voice thick with admiration. As her initial shock subsided, a deep, primal pleasure began to take root. The tightness around him was incredible, the sensation almost unbearably intense. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence, pushing deeper, filling her completely. Rem braced herself, her hands gripping the sheets, her moans becoming louder, more guttural as he found a new rhythm, a new way to plunder her depths.

The sensation of him moving within her "Butthole" was unlike anything she had experienced. It was an all-consuming pressure, a thrilling intensity that sent ripples of pleasure through her entire body. Each thrust felt incredibly deep, reaching places that had never been touched, awakening new nerve endings. She pushed back against him, her "Big Ass" rotating to meet his thrusts, urging him on, begging for more. Her climax, when it came, was even more profound, more shattering than before. Her body arched, her muscles convulsing around him as she cried out his name, a desperate, overjoyed sound that echoed in the quiet room. He groaned, a deep, primal sound, and followed her over the edge, spilling his essence deep inside her, once again claiming her as his own.

They lay entwined for a long time afterward, the weight of his body a comforting presence against her back. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a sweet, musky perfume. Rem felt utterly cherished, utterly possessed, in the most beautiful way possible. Every inch of her body had been loved, explored, and delighted in. She had given herself completely, holding nothing back, and he had met her with equal passion and devotion. This was what love truly meant, a complete surrender, an unbridled exploration of each other’s deepest desires.

Subaru’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer until she was spooned against him, her "Big Ass" pressed intimately against his groin. He kissed her shoulder, his lips lingering on her soft skin. “I love you, Rem,” he whispered, his voice heavy with sleep and profound affection. “More than words can say.”

Rem reached back, taking his hand, lacing her fingers through his. She brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles tenderly. “Rem loves Subaru-kun more than anyone in this world, or any other world for that matter,” she replied, her voice soft and full of emotion. “Rem is truly happy. Subaru-kun has made Rem’s life… perfect.” As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, nestled safely against him, she knew that their journey in Re Zero Starting Life In Another World had truly just begun, and it would be filled with many more nights of passion, tenderness, and unwavering love.