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It was a bad idea, she told herself. If her friends were here with her, they'd tell her that too. But they weren't here. They were scattered all over this past era to Naga only knew where. And so they could not be there in front of her to tell her it was a bad idea.
Not that she would've stopped, even if they were.
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He sat on the bed, waiting for her to come. After what seemed like ages of battle, of strife, of sorrow, tomorrow he would find bliss in the woman he loved. Married to the most beautiful, wonderful woman he had ever met.
Love demanded he refused this request. Honor demanded he comply. And he chose the latter, choosing to uphold a promise, among all the rest he'd failed. Like Emmeryn.
"She" arrived, stealing through the window like a thief in the night. He saw her mask, saw the curves on her body marking her a woman. Since the day he'd met her he'd seen her as a formidable warrior, though a mysterious one, who spouted words of prophecy. He'd thought her honorable, until she'd come to him, days before his impending wedding, to beg this boon.
He had promised her that, in exchange for her aid. Wealth, power, anything she could have chosen. Yet she'd chosen this.
"Make love to me," she'd said.
"Is this alright?" he asked now, wishing she would back out. He would not be dishonoring anybody, technically. Not yet, anyway. And only if the secret of this affair went out; which she in turn promised, on her honor, that she would not do.
"Yes," the masked woman said. She reached down to her chest, then reached under the folds of her shirt and pulled a long strip of white cloth from within. The sound of shifting fabric came as the cloth pooled on her feet, until he could see her breasts swell larger, until they almost rivaled the bust of the strange Plegian, Tharja.
Marth approached, her hips sashaying, until she was close enough for him to reach out and touch. She unwound the ties on her hair, letting her blue locks fall free over her back. "Is this your first time, my lord?"
Chrom coughed, blood rushing to his face as he shook his head. Honor and pride warred; honor won. "Y-yes. I had hoped to... tomorrow-with Ro-Robin."
"Then you shall learn from tonight. You shall make her happy," said Marth, her mouth twitching. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought her father would choose Robin, or any other woman than her mother in this world, but that was perhaps a result of her coming to the past. The future, her past, would remain her past, and she would strive to work to stop that future from occurring here. Until then...
Chrom cleared his throat, his blush now in full force. She reached out to touch his cheek with her fingertips. They seemed so hot, it scalded his skin. "Don't be scared."
He frowned. "I'm not." Her fingers stroked his cheek, and he wondered if she were hesitating. It felt pleasant, almost, to be touched like this. Her fingers slithered down his chin to caress his neck, and they felt like the tips of feathers brushing against him. He shuddered.
"Forgive me," she whispered. He could feel her eyes behind the mask. "This close I am only admiring-you are a handsome man, my prince."
He pouted. "I've no need for flattery." His eyes were riveted to her large breasts as her hands started traveling lower, exploring his chest in naughty ways. She swayed, and her breasts did too, moving like ripe fruits in the wind. Before he knew it, he'd reached forward to cup one of them in his hand. He looked, horrified, at his treacherous hand.
And she, on the other hand, smiled, as if she'd won a small victory. Lucina reached down, and undid the straps on her father's trousers. She pulled them down, and saw his magnificent member spring from within, its form slowly hardening in the cold air and her hushed scrutiny.
"Marth..." Chrom muttered. This was so wrong. Why was he being led along? Just a little bit more resistance and he'd have pushed her aside and went out. But now his cock was out. And he couldn't possibly refuse at this point, now that she had power over him. What would the people think, if Marth contrived to make rumors that the Exalt was a pervert, who had touched her? He repeated something he'd told her, after an hour of argument had finally made him agree to this preposterous rendezvous: "Please do not hurt us. For Emmeryn's sake."
Lucina slowly kneeled down in front of her father's hardening length, feeling apprehensive that her father had summoned her aunt's name of all people. But she nodded. "Nothing that happens in this room shall ever escape my lips, my lord. I promise, on my honor."
He was no stranger to sex. Or at least he was not ignorant of it. He knew what was involved, what happened due to sex, and of the general idea how. Tonight was the first time someone else's hand closed over his length, and it was a masked girl who held his cock like she held her sword, firmly and with skill. And then she'd pulled her shirt down, revealing her massive twin mounds, tanned peaks that made his breath hitch.
"Leave it to me, my lord," she said as she took his cock and eased it into the valley between her pillowy peaks. A flush of pleasure came over her, accompanied with a thrill of excitement when she understood that this might well be her father's first, and she would be taking it.
"What... urgh... what are you doing?" It took a while for him to understand that yes, this was happening: his member was being squashed between a woman's breasts. Lucina took hold of her breasts and rubbed them on both sides of his length: up and down, back and forth like a pair of lathering sponges. His hot musk hit her nose, sending her mind afire.
This... is my father's cock. She'd been born through this tool. And she would give it all her love. Chrom grunted, almost sounding pained, when she squeezed her valley tighter around him, his cockhead disappearing completely into her. He could feel her heartbeat on his tip, sending vibrations through his length and up his spine. Her boobs were large enough to engulf him, and she almost yelped when her nipples brushed against his frizzy pubes, tickling her and making her twin tips quiver in mild delight. She took another breath of him. He was so hot, and manly. She would have more.
Gods but she was so soft, thought Chrom. Her breasts felt so good. Just when he thought it could not feel any better, he felt a sudden, wet suctioning sensation on his glans. He looked down. His cock, once buried in her mounds, now rose partway from its depths, like an upright mast rising through the fog. The woman's pink lips now encircled the very tip of it, kissing it. She made sucking motions, and that together with the incessant wiggle of her breasts around the rest of him made him groan loud. Drawn by the noise, her eyes went to his, staring at him intensely; and then she closed them up in happiness when he patted his head in his daze. He wasn't aware of its effect on her as a long and blissful shudder went through her body, as if his palm had kindled every nerve within her. She rubbed with more gusto, and leaned down to practically glomp the whole of his glans into her mouth.
"Oh, that's good... oh, Marth..." Chrom never expected to speak the Hero-King's name in anything but reverence, yet here he was panting it as he would a lover's name. The whole of her valley became slick with her spit, lubricating it, while wet smacking sounds emanated from her mouth as the rhythm of her service heightened to a rapid pace. He squeezed the top of her head, unable to do anything more than submit to the steamy pleasure wrapping his entire crotch. Lucina, in turn, threw her all into her service, submitting her whole self into one purpose: to please him utterly. Her mouth, her breasts, her hands-her everything existed thanks to this cock, which she worshiped as she would a god. She clenched her thighs, feeling a searing wetness pool between her legs for everytime her father moaned, throughly enraptured by his building pleasure.
Eventually a spark, like lightning, shot through his spine. His waist trembled, his balls tightening as the feeling of his climax came. It felt better than all his prior masturbations. Far better. "By Naga... I'm... I'm... I'm coming...! Gods!"
Lucina could feel his member throb between her. Knowing what was to come, she opened her mouth wide and sank as much of his cock inside as she could. With his twitching hot glans resting against the back of her tongue, all she could do was count down the seconds. And Chrom, feeling more stimulated than ever before, had no other words to say, could do aught else but follow his natural instinct and cum hard, a long, low bellow rumbling from within his throat. He seized Lucina's head, steadying it against his crotch as huge loads of his hot sperm flowed one after another into "Marth's" mouth. From the moment he'd met the mysterious warrior he'd never thought he'd be cumming deep into her throat.
As Lucina received his seed she took care to close her mouth, creating a closed area where none of the cum could escape. She wanted it all. Not daring to breathe, she worked her throat desperately, pushing the seed down her gullet when they were about to clog it. Thanks to the positioning, much of his spunk shot clean into her belly, but the rest still gathered in her throat, almost choking her. She worked patiently, and Chrom could feel her work her mouth around him, could glimpse the noticeable bulging of her throat as she swallowed each of his loads repeatedly. Then he felt her eyes on his, and he saw something there that made his back tingle. Something in him felt pleased, as if he'd conquered something.
It was tiring work, but she did it. Her father's seed had no better place to be than inside her, for were they not made of the same thing, technically? She knew Laurent would have disagreed. She eased her mouth carefully from his cock, which was sated yet remained active, buoyed by her action. She licked the inside of her lips with her tongue and looked up at her father.
"Are we..." he said. "Was that it?"
"Oh no," she said, after taking several deep breaths. "Not in the least, my lord." She chuckled, amused, and very much proud that her father sounded unsure in asking. His cock was at least honest with its intentions.
She stood, then walked to the other side of the bed. Her heart pounded inside her chest, and she felt her father's eyes on his freely wobbling boobs. This was truly the line. Her father stared lustily at her, and she was ready for more. But she had a choice, still; she could end this now. Voices in her head, the voices of her comrades, echoed and sounded. She stared out the window, to freedom. She turned from it.
He thought Marth would remove her clothes, but apparently she preferred them on. He stared, transfixed, as she bounced on the bed, taking a position on her fours like a beast. She clutched a pillow under her chest, then looked back at him, her eyes glittering behind her mask. He watched her spread her legs, then her hands tore through the fabric on her crotch, exposing her opening to him. Her musk immediately wafted from within, and in the moment he had a whiff his brain was alight with limitless desire. She wiggled her butt at him, as her pink entrance had him mesmerized, its entrance glimmering with her hot nectar. Before he knew it he was on the bed.
"Come, my prince. I am more than ready. Take me. Make love to me. That is my boon."
She should have felt more ashamed to be so brazen, to be so slutty. And yet she did not care. She gloried in it, like a pig swimming through the muck. Perhaps there was more to the truth her comrades once said awhile back: Noire had inherited the genius, while her sister Lucina had inherited the dark mage's twisted lust. It was the same depraved cunning that had spellbound her father just days after his becoming a widower, using every magic at her disposal to seduce the Exalt, while preying on his feelings of unrequited love for his own tactician. And it was all because of the woman's dark jealousy over Robin spurning her and breaking Chrom's heart to marry Frederick. Lucina seemed to have had shades of her mother, as evidenced by her brief flings with Severa and Morgan, and most telling of all, her obsession with her own father.
Tonight was the realization of it. She was her mother's daughter. And she would steal a march on her own mother, and on Robin, too. She almost smiled at the thought, even as Chrom moved into position behind her. Her whole body shuddered when she felt the heat of his iron rod against her. It was so close, so close!
Marth made no move to stop him when he gripped her buttocks for leverage. He was painfully aware of his inexperience, and could only stare at her puffy entrance, his body only knowing instinctively that his member should go inside there. He swallowed, and the tip of his cock lined up against her entrance. Casting one last doubtful glance at her, Chrom gritted his teeth and plunged forward, as far as he was able.
Lucina tilted her head back, uttering a wordless scream as Chrom forced her way inside her to the root of his member. In one thrust he'd broken her virginity, crossing a line he didn't even know existed.
"Are you alright?"
She forced herself calm, biting her lips against the pain of his entrance. Her voice half-trembled. "Th-that was a worthy strike, my lord. Have no fear, this is as it should be." Her folds squeezed around him involuntarily, and Chrom's breath hitched in turn, overwhelmed by the sheer tightness of her passage.
"You can move, my lord," she said. "Obey your body. Let it control you now." And Chrom acquiesced, his hips now rocking backward automatically, withdrawing his length through inches of her hot flesh. Droplets of her nectar stained the bedsheet below as his cock withdrew up to the last inch inside her. Then he pushed forward again, gripping her butt as a hold to spear through her vagina.
"Oh!" Lucina cried. Then Chrom withdrew again, much faster, this time, and almost as quickly dug back in. And back, and forth. And back and forth, until a rhythm established itself, and he began to unknowingly piston into his daughter's quivering flesh.
"Yes... Yes... Give it to me, my lord. Faster. Do it!" Chrom's virginal thrusts were rough and haphazard, but in consequence the period of her discomfort was only brief as his strokes hit various spots inside her that sent shuddering shocks up her back, making her groan wildly into the pillow, her toes curling and her back arcing. Chrom, encouraged by her, leaned down over her back, his face practically against her neck as his hips began rutting into her with greater speed. Wet slapping sounds filled the room as their passion mounted, as their mating began in earnest.
As Chrom plowed into her mindlessly, his hands went under her, grabbing hold of her crushed breasts and squeezing them. She could feel her hot breaths against her nape, the faint tickling making her blush and shiver, the feeling of his warm body now close to her, their heartbeats almost in sync, made their lovemaking all the more intimate and wonderful for her. She had no qualms in locking her legs around his thighs, helping pin him to her pussy.
Not for the last time did Chrom want to rip the woman's mask away, to look his lover in the eye, to kiss her, though they had agreed not to go that far. And he thought she hid her face in the pillow for that same reason, so he contented himself with breathing in the sweet, thick musk from her hair, finding it more fragrant than all the flowers in the world. He delighted in making her gasp and writhe beneath her, and found no words to describe the heady feeling of conquest this gave him. Lucina, in turn, bayed and groaned like a bitch in desperate heat as her father screwed himself right near her womb, as she lay there accepting his lust with great joy. Contrary to her present position under him, it felt liberating to be fucked by her father in that moment, to be reminded that destiny was not written in stone. Here and now, her father claimed her, though unknowingly, and she could have mewled as if she were a child, felt her heart flutter when his strong arms encircled her waist, and in her pleasure she bucked wantonly against his thrusts, driving him deeper into her; their thighs mashing together with thick, sweaty slapping sounds, her folds tightening and roiling around him, pleasing him even further.
"Fff... aahh...! Aaahhh!" Wordless grunts were all Chrom could say.
"Do it, my lord!" Marth practically wailed. "Finish it! Give me your seed! Place your daughter within me!" Chrom blinked through the haze of sweat surrounding his eyes, distinctly recalling through his sex-addled mind that Marth had promised him she would not bear a bastard. But such thoughts were flimsy as parchment in the wind. In this moment his instincts commanded him to go along with whatever this bitch begged for, to breed her and seed her womb with his potent essence. And at the thought of finally cementing himself over this formidable, beautiful warrior, Chrom felt the second surge of his climax approach.
"Gaaah!" Lucina came, her mind exploding into an endless sea of white, her birth canal squeezing him hard, determined to milk him dry. Not a moment later Chrom reached his peak, his glans exploding one more time with his thick, hot spunk, delivering it straight into the warrior's waiting womb. No, she was no warrior. She was a woman, a harlot, and she would give birth to his child, would raise it...
Lucina's peak crested, and she felt her father's warm weight over her, after he'd collapsed on top of her after his monstrous orgasm. His hot seed still rushed into the wall of her womb, and he climaxed not knowing he was doing it to his own flesh and blood. Not that Lucina cared. She basked in the pleasure of being creampied, especially by her own father. In that moment, she utterly forgot her purpose-her purpose was this very moment, on this bed, being bred thoroughly by her hero, Chrom, impregnating her.
She felt his thickness soften, after a while. After a while, their heads cleared enough. Chrom, for instance, cleared his throat, and said, his cock still in her, "That... er... remember our agreement, Marth. I cannot afford to-"
"You do not have to say it," she said softly, gently. She focused on the feel of her semen settling warmly in her womb. Would she be pregnant from this? Would her sin cause her to fall farther than Naga, and her friends had anticipated? "Worry not," she lied. "I cannot become pregnant."
"You can't?" Chrom asked. "I'm... I'm sorry..."
"But if we had had a child," Lucina said, as her father's cock slipped free from her pussy, dripping with their mutual juices. "And if..." she bit her lip. "If she were a girl, I would name her Lucina."
"Lucina?" Chrom mouthed, and she shivered, almost groaning at the way her father innocently uttered her real name. "It sounds lovely."
"I thank you, my lord." A long silence passed. He thought she'd fallen asleep, but when he craned his head to check her face, it was to see her eyes still shining through the eyeholes of her mask. "Would you like to do more, milord?" she said sultrily.
Quite unbidden, his semi-hard cock rose, its tip brushing against her, as if it were begging to be let back in. She chuckled. "Well, the night is young yet." She moved her hips, teasing his cock with her vulva. "Give me a second 'Lucina', my lord. Give me a full family of Lucinas."
"Aye," said Chrom, after a moment's hesitation. Today he would indulge in the sins of the flesh. He hoped Naga would forgive him this. He hoped Robin would forgive him this.
All vestiges of guilt disappeared from Lucina's thoughts. Tonight she would embrace the carnal pleasures of her forbidden love, made possible by this twist of fate. Chrom mounted her, and then the couple continued their incestuous copulation.
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