The Bride of Grima

Chapter 8: New Life

Laurent stood by the side of Brady as they were promptly returned to Ylisse with what was left of those that stood against Grima's reign. Only then were they made aware of what had happened. Lucina had given the Fell Dragon what he wanted. Her body the sacrifice to secure their realm's safety. Laurent was a broken man as it was too late to stop what had happened. Lucina belonged to Grima now. She was tainted by the Dragon, doubtless her virginity taken by him as well, she was no longer a pure woman. Laurent had to struggle with the reality of her choice, she had given her body to her family's enemy. Surely Naga was regretting putting her Mark on Lucina now. Laurent wasn't sure how long it would take for Lucina to carry demon spawn in her womb but he knew the Fell Dragon would have planted his seed inside of her. Worse still, she could potentially produce the next in line for the Ylissean throne and it would be a disaster for Ylisse as it would lead to them having to give up the nation to the Fell Dragon. Especially if she birthed a male spawn. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Laurent moved from room to room of the Palace in Ylisstol mind barely functioning. He was unaware of Brady's current condition.

Lucina lay on her stomach, clothing all over the floor, Grima resting his arms either side of her, pressing into her entrance and making her scream with pleasure as he thrust deeply into her. It was vastly different to normal but she found it no less pleasing as his cock rubbed her walls. The dragon-like appendage reaching fairly deeply inside of her making her dribble fluids around it as he thrust into her with strength. She felt her legs tremble as his thrusts rocked her to her core, the heat growing and he let out a low growl of pleasure. He was at present too preoccupied with mating to notice that Lucina was shaking and had been for sometime. To be fair however She'd not been able to talk as the pleasure he was making her feel was too great and he had quite the depth and speed to distract her very much. She suddenly felt a deep twinge and barely managed to cry out, "Gods! I'm close!" as her body started to act of its own accord. Grima heard her and proceeded to thrust even harder as he wanted to bring her end rapidly. She cried out as he continued thrusting into her, deep powerful strokes that left her unable to even cry with the pleasure he was overwhelming her with. He gave a final, powerful thrust and she felt his seed spill into her again. Her breathing was laboured and Grima slowly drew out, his strength was more than a human's was to be sure but he was feeling exhausted from the effort as much as she was. He gently helped her onto her back and barely had enough strength to lay beside her. He lent on his forearm to kiss her and she felt herself fall into the land of dreams. He had pressed her to him and she could hear the steady beating of his heart. She had to wonder, for just a moment if her brother actually cared. She would have asked Grima but she was too tired to even bother asking and she reasoned that she simply didn't want to spoil such a wonderful moment and such amazing feelings coursing through her body. It seemed that she was beginning to adjust to his dragon-like anatomy.

Three months of marriage and since the war ended Grima was in his office, eyes scanning over the map with a frown. Reports had come in and he did not like the contents of them. It seemed that the Ylisseans were moblizing their troops though for what purpose would they have to if the war was no longer happening. He frowned and realised that he was going to have to extract some blood vows to make sure that he wasn't being lied to. Ylisse was not in a position for another war, he'd made sure of that by taking out all major threats and keeping the Falchion close to hand. Hidden of course in plain sight. He was messing with the pieces on the board when his office door opened and his mate came in. He smiled at her and she sat in his lap. Something Grima had been enjoying of late. Though she'd not been as well as he'd like. Illness had its grip on her and he thought to send for Latif to make sure all was well. He noticed that his mate was quite keen to sit in his lap and had been tracing patterns on his chest for several minutes now...he gently cupped her chin to look at her and she was trying to look as neutral as possible. "Lucina...?" He could hear her heartbeat a little faster, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"