So you guys still want this story? Well, so long as you want it I guess I can deliver. Now, this chapter is going to take an interesting twist. You might like it, you might not. I admit I felt a bit uncomfortable with it, but heck. I like to test my boundries when it comes to writing things I wouldn't normally. I also have plenty of other stories for those of you that're interested.

Anyway, let's begin, shall we?

Lucina

You never imagined in your wildest dreams that you would have the chance to show your true feelings to father. You always feared that people would judge you, and that they'd call you dirty for the light in which you saw him. For years you watched him walk hand-in-hand with mother on peaceful springtime mornings. Deep down, you always envied Sumia. She was always so... perfect. She talked like a lady; walked like one too.

Thankfully for you, at least in this world, she is already at the behest of Lord Grima. She's his all too willing servant - prepared to do anything and anything if it pleases him. Such good fortune leaves you free to pursue your deepest desires, and you'll not miss your chance. If siding with the Grimleal gives you the opportunity to have that which you desire most, you'll take it.

"There you are, Chrom..."

"Lucina." Father glances up from his writing desk, giving you a terse smile. "If everything alright? You look... different."

You close the opening to the tent, protecting you from prying eyes and filthy gazes - from those who wouldn't understand the purity of your feelings. Chrom thinks you look different, does he? Well... that could have something to do with the long, silky black nightgown you're wearing right now. If he thinks that looks different, then you'll eagerly await his response to the taboo, lacy Plegian undergarments hidden underneath.

"I'm fine," you reply, slinking closer, walking with a wiggle in your step. You've read many a forbidden tome in your time, the kind of things Tharja hid in her lab beneath Ylisse's castle. The sort of books that depicted all manner of... exhilarating things that lovers could do behind closed doors. "But I can't help notice you looking so stressed."

"It's Robin," Father answers. Exhausted, he sets down his quill, rolling up the parchment paper. He's frazzled, overworked at the very least. "There's something wrong with him lately. He's hardly attending Council, and every time I try to speak with him? He avoids me."

You hide a sinister smirk, passing it off as a yawn behind your hand.

"I'm sure he's perfectly fine... Perhaps you're overthinking things."

"You might be right, Lucina..."

Intent on moving in; of claiming what should be yours and yours alone, you saunter nearer, patting the tired, heavy-eyed man against the arm. The way he looks at you, so warmly, and so fondly, makes your heart race. You drape your arms around Chrom's shoulders, giving him a sweet, innocent cuddle. He returns your gesture in kind, drawing you close. The manner in which he holds you, so strongly, quietly drives you wild. Is this how he held mother for all those long, lonely years? How you wish you could stay like this forever.

Alas, Lord Grima's work must be- No!

A sensation akin to stabbing knives quakes your skull. You're free, at least for the moment! You gaze desperately into Chrom's eyes, silently pleading with him before it's too late. These feelings you have for him... they're... not natural. For most of your life you locked them away, tried with all of your heart to dismiss them.

"Are you alright?" Asks Father, "You look awfully pale..."

"I-I-" Chrom obviously can't see the extent of your agony - nor can he feel Grima's dark magic crackling beneath your skin like raging flames. You screw your face tight, wincing. Beads of Sweat slide down your forehead. G-Grima must not... regain control. You won't let him! "I'm sorry," you whimper, biting back a feral, animalistic scream. A pale flash of light burns across your sight, purging you clean.

You must let the truth be known, while you're still of sound mind.

"R-Robin is - He's not himself. Be careful..."

Useless girl. Grima's voice slithers through your thoughts in a warped, twisted drawl. I'll not have you ruin my plans. Not when I've come so close to bringing the Exalt's line to heel.

Grima's ungodly spellcraft presses harder upon your consciousness, burning through your veins like acid. You're being stripped apart from the inside again, rebuilt in pure evil's image. You see the Dark Lord's true form, malformed and horrific - his bloodied orbs bore into your very soul.

Obey me. Take heed of my words. My seed courses within your womb. You. Are. Mine.

Try as you will, it's impossible to hold out any longer. Grima's voice is both haunting and wondrous. "Be wary. You're in danger," are your final unclouded words of warning you muster. Bested, you slump against father's shoulder; face glistening, panting.

Grima's will must be done.

"I don't know what came over me... I'm sorry." You stand tall and strong, ready to carry out Grima's wishes. Giggling, you bring your head upward, placing your lips against Chrom's cheek in a dainty kiss. He eyes you with confusion for many a long second. Finally, his features soften into a gentle smile.

"Perhaps you need to rest," he says caringly. Rising from his chair, he lets you to lean against his shoulder. You play along, allowing father to walk you to the bed and sit you down. He takes your hand into his, squeezing it tight. "Take as long as you need, and when you're feeling better... we'll talk about Robin."

"T-Thank you..."

Chrom rises from the bed, returning to his desk. You sigh deeply, lustfully, stretching out your long, sensual legs. "So hot," you whisper. "I feel as though I'm burning up." You take painstaking effort to slide free of your nightclothes, kicking them away over the edge of your bed. "Better... this might help."

You slump face-first against the feather pillows. Your skin tingles. Droplets of slivery sweat crawl down your dainty, yet defined curves. This Plegian underwear is little more than a couple of thin leather straps squeezed tightly over your chest, and your aching womanhood. And it's hardly enough to conceal your lady-regions from sight. Your swollen, tender breasts bulge freely from their poor confines. And stray tufts of your dark, naturally-blue pubic hair poke out for Chrom to see.

"Yes... this is better." You throw back your head, letting out a passionate whine. "So much cooler..."

The burning red flush overtaking father's cheeks does not go amiss. He gulps hard, his hands jitter in an attempt at finding (what you imagine) is restraint - They squeeze into tightened fists, but his eyes remained fixated upon your nearly-naked flesh. Not that you blame him. The man that sired you (in this time) is far younger than the man you grew up with in your war-town future. In fact, in this specific instance, he can't be more than a few years older than you. Though he's still just as strong, and equally as dashing.

"L-Lucina," Chrom stammers, "Should I go and fetch a physician for you?"

"No... I'll be alright."

Reaching for the frontal clasp, you bring your bra wide, exposing your chest to the open air. It's then and there that you climb from the bed, closing the gap with Chrom with a series of slow, tantalizing footsteps. You catch sight of a thick, mighty bulge within his trousers, licking your lips slyly at what awaits you. Could his seed taste better than Master Grima's?

Holding fast before your Chrom, you fall to your knees, reaching for his waistband

"W-We shouldn't do something so-"

"Tell me," you counter, bringing the struggling man before you to silence. "When was the last time you made love?"

Silence befalls the room. You're given no further resistance. You bring Chrom's trousers down, wide-eyed at the large, powerful sight before you. So long, so thick, and it smells so musky. Smiling victoriously, you work at his crown jewels with attentive fingers, marvelling at how large they look - and full they feel. "I'll guess that means a very long time..."

Chrom groans, sounding somewhat reviled by his weakness, his inability to resist. "Gods forgive me..."

You gaze upward at your shameful sire, giving him your dearest, and most compassionate smile.

"Don't be upset... I was born of your seed. What could be more natural than my love?"

"Ahhh..." You open your mouth wide, stuffing Chrom into your mouth, retching as his girth widens your throat. Your eyes water under the pressure; it's hard to breathe - but you'll rise to the occasion. No, more than that - you'll not rest until every last drop of this man's essence is where it belongs - inside your empty belly.

To be continued...

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