"Checkmate!"

Morgan wiped his brow as the training dummy before him exploded in a cloud of dark energy. It had taken some time, but he had finally managed to get a handle on his new tome. Grima's Truth… the name was ominous, and brought back some dark memories, but Morgan began to mind less and less as he got used to it. "It's not the tome's namesake that matters, it's who wields it…" Morgan muttered to himself as he gathered his gear, as if he was still trying to convince himself of it.

"W-whoa… Morgan, you're a-amazing!" Morgan recognized that voice. "Oh, Noire, how long have you been here?" Morgan said as he turned to face her, a decision he almost immediately regretted. He forgot that the Noire that had been summoned to Askr had been whisked right from a trip to the beach, and for some reason she refused to put on anything over her bikini.

"I've been here a while… about half an hour... it's just, I saw you working so hard, so I didn't want to disturb you, and-"

"It's fine, Noire, really." Morgan interrupted her before she turned into a nervous mess. "I was just about to leave, anyway."

"Well, I don't think you'd need much practice after that display. I-I'm glad you're on our side!"

"Oh, t-thanks…" Morgan stuttered out. Now he was the one turning into a nervous wreck. Praise he could handle, but that combined with Noire's outfit was definitely throwing him off. "I should be going now." He muttered as he quickly turned back to leave, hiding his increasingly red face. "O-okay… I'll see you around!" Noire said as Morgan jogged out of the training room.

"Gods, I wish she would put on some clothes." Morgan thought, trying to clear his head of the awkward interaction that had just transpired. But the dark haired archer's words still bounced around in his head. "I guess I really have improved, huh." Morgan glanced down at the tome in his hand. That combined with the seal that the summoner had recommended to him had made the young mage much stronger, possibly more so than back in Ylisse.

As he entered the main hall of the Order of Heroes Headquarters, Morgan noticed a familiar cloak and pigtails off in the corner. "Mother! Over here!" Morgan waved and ran over to the woman. His favorite part of being summoned to Askr was being able to spend more time with his mother, Robin. There was so much for him to still learn from her, from magic to battle tactics to even swordplay.

She hadn't seemed to notice him as he ran up behind her. "Mother?" Morgan tapped the tactician on the shoulder and she whirled around to face him. "Oh, Morgan, it's you!" Robin seemed to relax as she saw who had approached her. "Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts again."

The tactician's eyes lit up, an expression that Morgan recognized as meaning she had an idea. "Actually, this is perfect timing! I wanted to ask you about something. Would you mind coming with me to my room? It's something I want to discuss in private."

Morgan beamed. "Sure!" he exclaimed excitedly. His mother wanted to talk to him about something super secretive? What could it be? His mind began racing as he followed Robin to the living quarters. Maybe it was some new, innovative soldier formation she had come up with. Or some sort of new weapon that the Order of Heroes had just obtained! Or maybe she had gotten some intel on their enemy's movements and wanted his advice!

Morgan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that they had arrived at their destination until he nearly bumped into Robin after she suddenly stopped. "After you" she said, opening the door and gesturing for him to enter.

As soon as he entered, Morgan felt something was off. "Did Mom do some redecorating? I remember the layout being different." he thought as his mother entered, closing the door behind her. "Is something wrong, sweetie? You seem tense." she asked as she sat in a chair on the far side of the room. "Sweetie? Mother never calls me that". "Something is wrong!" Morgan pointed accusingly at that woman sitting in front of him. "You're not my mother!" Robin's face went from caring to apathetic, the concern in her eyes being replaced with bleak darkness. "So, you finally figured it out, huh?" She had completely dropped the facade at this point. "Thank goodness. Keeping up that loving goody two shoes act was agonizing."

Morgan recognized that tone. His blood ran cold at the realization. "Grima…" he whispered under his breath. He had forgotten that multiple versions of his mother had been summoned to Askr. Not just the one he knew, but also one that had been taken from a beach like Noire, and even one that was a man. (Frankly, he was still trying to wrap his head around that one). And somehow, one of those versions was from a doomed future where she had been possessed by the Fell Dragon that they had worked so hard together to defeat.

Morgan immediately turned around and furiously pulled on the doorknob. "Don't bother trying to open it." came the droll voice behind him. "I've magically sealed it. And there's not nearly enough space in here for you to blow it open with a spell. In other words, the only way you're getting out is if I let you."

Morgan knew she was right. He gulped and turned back to face the monster that had trapped him. "What do you want from me." he growled, glaring at her as hard as he could. "Calm down, boy. I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite in fact." Grima responded, removing her jacket and hanging it on a wall hook behind her. "I was actually being truthful before; I need to ask you for a favor."

"And why the hell would I help you?!" Morgan spat out. Grima scowled. "Listen, worm, I'm only asking you because you're the ideal choice for this." she barked. "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I don't think you'd appreciate what the hard way entails."

Grima sighed, taking a deep breath as she moved her chair slightly closer to Morgan. "So… now do you want to hear me out?"

Morgan gave a silent nod, as he clenched his fists; out of fear or anger, he wasn't sure. Grima sat back and began. "Now then, how much do you know about dragons?" Morgan was taken aback for a moment. He hadn't expected such a mundane question after all of that. "Well, not too much." Morgan thought back to what he had learned from his experiences with Nah and Tiki. "Dragons differ in appearance depending on their region of origin. They're usually reptilian, although many choose to take human form." He shot a quick glance at Grima, who only seemed to be half listening to his description. Morgan continued, "Compared to humans, dragons have immense physical and magical strength. They also have much longer lifespans, meaning they're often much older than they appear." "That's the one." Grima interrupted. "Dragons live incredibly long lives compared to humans."

Morgan began to shift uncomfortably where he stood. "Where the hell is she going with this?" "Dragons can live anywhere from a few thousand to tens of thousands of years, depending on the breed. After that, we go mad and die." Grima continued, "All of us die. Even the divine. Even me. As surprising as it may seem, I am not immortal. Nigh indestructible, yes, but not immortal."

Morgan was surprised. Grima seemed almost... sad while talking about their mortality. It was shockingly human for such an inhuman monster. Grima then stopped and glared at the boy. "I don't want your pity, if that's what you were thinking. There's a reason I'm telling you all of this."

Grima went back to her speech. "That reason is that I'm already over 5000 years old. If I were human, I'd be in my early 40s. I'm nearing the end of my prime, and could be gone any millenia now. And I desire for my legacy to continue on. I have my cult of followers, and my name in various legends, but I want more." Grima stood up from her chair and looked Morgan in the eyes. "I want and heir. A successor."

"A-and you want that to be me?" Morgan took a small step back. At this point, he was seriously considering risking blowing up the door to escape. "Well, I thought of that at first," Grima said, "and you would be an ideal candidate, but I want something more." A sly smirk formed on the Fell Dragon's face. "You know, there's something you forgot to mention in your description of dragons." "What would that be?" Morgan asked. He thought he had been pretty thorough. "Fuhuhuhuhu…" Grima chuckled and took a step towards the young man. "Despite our long lives and immense power, we're still animals. We still have our carnal desires." Morgan began backing up as the woman continued to saunter towards him until his back was literally against the wall. "It's my mating season." Grima positioned herself in front of him and leaned in his ear. "And I want you to give me an heir."

That was quite possibly the last thing Morgan expected to hear. "W-w-w-what?" he managed to stammer out, his face glowing crimson. "You need it in simpler terms?" Grima pressed herself closer to him. "You're going to breed me and give me the offspring that I desire."

Morgan's breath was getting shaky. His mother was already a bit taller than him, but having her so close after that offer was intimidating to say the least. "W-wait!" he sputtered. "Why me? There's plenty of other, stronger heroes here! Why me?" "Because of your blood." came the response. "You're the son of a version of the Robin from another world. It may be a different world, but the tactician is still the same person; the same woman who was destined to be Grima. That means you have the blood of the Fell Dragon flowing through your veins. And powerful dragon blood is a requirement for making my ideal heir."

"If it's a dragon you want, t-there's still plenty of options." Morgan argued. "Why not use Duma, or-" "You misunderstand me. I need Fell Dragon blood specifically." Grima slowly ran a finger down Morgan's chest. "I'm not a naturally born dragon. I'm the result of a twisted experiment, and I don't want to know what will happen if divine dragon blood is mixed into that. Besides," Grima licked her lips and looked back into Morgan's eyes, "I want someone… younger."

Morgan started sweating harder as he began to protest again. "Well, couldn't you just do it with the other Grima in that ca-" "Stop making excuses." Grima interrupted him, then leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Morgan froze. He hadn't kissed a girl before, and the sensation was foreign. Grima pulled away. "I thought you'd be excited about this. I assumed human boys around your age had insatiable lust." "B-but you're my mother!" Morgan protested. It wasn't that his mother was unattractive, he just didn't think about her that way. "You know, because that's weird."

"No no no, I'm just Robin from a different world. I may be the mother of the Morgan from that world, but I'm not your mother specifically." Grima rebuted. "B-but you still have her body, a-and you l-look just like her, and y-you-" "Shut up." Grima interrupted Morgan's stammering yet again, and once again locked lips with him to ensure he would stay quiet. Grima was much fiercer this time, opening her mouth to force her tongue into Morgan's, while simultaneously removing his cloak while he was distracted.

After tossing his cloak aside, Grima broke the kiss and pushed Morgan onto the bed next to them before removing her own top. Morgan could only look on in stunned silence. Grima wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were much larger than her usual loose cloak made them appear. "Stop it Morgan! That's your mother's body you're ogling!" He finally shook himself out of his trance and managed to speak up. "What are-" "Just getting in the mood." Grima cut him off once more as she knelt down in front of him. As she felt around near his crotch, Grima noticed a large bulge and looked down in surprise. "Well now, what have we here…" The Fallen Tactician smiled up at Morgan. "I didn't expect you to be hard already."

Morgan blushed even deeper. "H-hey!" But Grima had already begun to undo his belt and remove his pants. As she pulled down his undergarments, his mostly erect member sprung out, causing Grima to let out a small gasp. "Not bad, boy." Grima said, almost transfixed by the throbbing mass before her as she began to run her fingers along the shaft. Morgan shivered at her touch, and the Fell Dragon decided to speed things up, giving him a quick lick before putting her lips around his tip.

Morgan let out a soft moan as Grima began to slowly move her head further down his length. She started to slowly bob her head up and down, brushing a stray bit of hair out of her face as she did.

Morgan's moans grew more frequent. The young mage had masturbated before, so he had some idea of what the real thing would feel like, but this went far beyond his expectations. He had never felt anything so good in his entire life. The tightness as Grima took him deeper into her mouth and the rhythmic movement of her head was almost too much to bear. Grima pulled back to just the tip, whirling her tongue around it as she used a free hand to stroke Morgan's now saliva coated shaft, causing Morgan's knuckles to nearly turn white from how hard he was gripping the bed sheets.

As the Fallen Tactician went back to sucking down his length, she began to taste a bit of Morgan's precum leaking out. "So soon?" she thought. "Alright then, let's see how he likes this…" At this point, Grima had only been able to make it about halfway down Morgan's shaft. Almost as if taking it as a challenge, she pulled back momentarily, only to then slam her head down to his base. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat as he groaned louder than ever from the sheer sensation.

After a few seconds of holding Morgan's entirety in her mouth, Grima slowly withdrew her head from his length, ending with her lips leaving his tip with an audible pop. As she coughed and gasped, trying to regain her breath, she glanced up at Morgan's face to see how he was doing. The boy was staring at her with a sort of dazed look, and was panting almost as heavily as she was. "He's close to cumming. I can tell." Grima thought to herself. "But there's one more thing I want to try."

Morgan had begun to regain his composure after Grima's surprise move from earlier. Despite cooling down some, he was still very close to finishing; any more tricks like that and he was liable to burst, and something told him that the Fell Dragon was far from done with him. Sure enough, she had wiped the saliva from around her mouth and was positioning herself similar to before: kneeling in front of where he was sitting on the bed. What he didn't expect was for her to then raise up her breasts and wrap them around his cock. They were at least D-cups, and their warm softness felt somehow similar, yet different to the blowjob she had treated him to previously.

Grima began to caress his cock with her breasts, moving them up and down his entire length. Morgan groaned, and unconsciously placed his hands on her mounds, a move that did not go unnoticed by the Fell Dragon. "Ooh, you like this, huh?" she said, giving him a sly grin. After Morgan gave her a nod and a soft moan, Grima reciprocated by beginning to lick his tip again, which only increased Morgan's moans.

With Morgan's hands keeping her breasts wrapped around his member, Grima moved her hands to the bed to stabilize herself as she took him in her mouth once again. Morgan began thrusting his hips instinctively, and Grima began bobbing her head in sync to his movements.

"I… I'm gonna…" Morgan groaned, nearly overcome with pleasure, to which Grima responded by increasing her pace. Morgan let out one final thrust before he finally burst, exploding inside the Fallen Tactician's mouth. Unable to contain his entire release, Grima removed his shaft from her mouth, causing the rest of his seed to spray over her face and breasts.

The Fell Dragon leaned back, swallowing what semen she had kept in her mouth. "A good amount, but the taste could use some work…" She wiped some stray ejaculate from her eyebrow, then glanced down to see the thick strands that had landed on her chest. "Yes, a good amount indeed." Grima mused, gently rubbing her breasts, spreading the semen around.

Morgan, meanwhile, was slowly returning to himself after experiencing the best orgasm of his life thus far. "Gods, I hate to admit it, but that was amazing." he thought to himself. "At least it's over now."

Morgan sat up, rubbing his head as he did so. "So, can I go now?" he groggily said, glancing over at the half naked tactician. Grima chuckled. "Oh no, we haven't gotten to the main event yet. That was just a bit of a preview for what you'll experience." "Listen. As much as I'd love to keep going," Morgan said, not even bothering to hide his sarcasm, "I'm spent. Your little 'preview' took everything out of me. If you want to go again, you'll probably have to wait a couple of hours at least."

Grima raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that? Don't worry, I cast a hex on you to take care of that little limitation. You should be more than ready to go within a few minutes." Morgan groaned inwardly at this revelation. The Fell Dragon stood up, her upper body still glistening slightly from being stained with Morgan's cum. "Now then, while we wait, I believe it's only fair that you repay me for my service."

"Repay?" Morgan asked. But before he could continue, Grima pushed him back on the bed so he was laying on his back. "I recommend you lie along the length of the bed." she suggested, removing her pants as she did so. "Otherwise, this might get uncomfortable." Morgan did as she asked, and as soon as he had he found the Fallen Tactician straddling his shoulders.

Before Morgan could even ask what she was doing, his attention was immediately taken by the sight before him. Grima was almost completely naked at this point, save for a pair of black panties, which were uncomfortably close to his face. "Well, boy?" The dragon's voice broke him out of his trance. "Get to work." "Um…" Morgan was at a loss. Her vague instructions gave him no indication of what she wanted from him. Upon realizing his confusion, Grima gave a frustrated sigh. "Don't you even know how to please a woman, you worthless wretch?" By now, Morgan was almost completely frozen with bewilderment. The Fell Dragon rolled her eyes. "Fine then. I guess I'll just have to TEACH YOU!" With these last words, Grima thrust her hips forward, smothering Morgan's face in her nether regions, the only thing separating him from them being the fabric of her panties.

Grima began to grind her hips as she started her condescending explanation. "Do you know what's in front of you right now, boy?" she asked as smugly as she could. "This is a woman's most special place." She paused her grinding to move her panties to the side, exposing her neatly shaven pussy to him before shoving it back in his face. "This is a vagina, the human female sex organ. It's also the female's pleasure center." Morgan, of course knew all this already, but he couldn't exactly object from his current position. "Now pleasure me!" Grima growled, pressing herself deeper into him while gripping his shoulders

Grima had made perfectly clear to Morgan what she wanted by this point. The boy had figured out a general course of action. He stuck out his tongue and began to gently lick at her entrance. The Fell Dragon shivered a little as she felt him do this. "That's the spirit, worm." she said, digging her fingernails into his skin, causing Morgan to wince. "I figured she was going easy on me before. This must be where she gets her licks in." he asserted, before going back to tease her wetness with his tongue. He couldn't see Grima's face, but he was sure that there was a big evil grin plastered on it.

As Morgan continued his work, the Fallen Tactician got more into it, rhythmically moving her hips and letting out small, occasional moans. As she took herself away from his face, Morgan quickly moved his hand in before she could press herself back down, and inserted a finger into her entrance. The sudden intrusion caused a small yelp to escape Grima's lips, before quickly reprimanding the boy beneath her. "You're bolder than you let on. But one measly finger won't be enough to satisfy me." "I figured" thought Morgan, responding by slipping a second finger in and starting to thrust them in and out of her.

Grima's breath grew ragged as the sensation of Morgan's quickening thrusts overcame her. She could feel herself getting close to climax as Morgan added the occasional lick to his fingering. "Fuck, kid…" she panted, "For a - huff - beginner, you're - ha~h - not - oh - half bad!" Morgan responded to her backhanded compliment by inserting a third finger, resulting in even louder moans from the Fell Dragon.

Grima was nearing her limit. As she had found out firsthand, the boy was extraordinarily talented despite having never been with a woman before. "F...fuck…" She could feel her muscles tightening as she was about to cum. She moved her hands from Morgan's shoulders to his head, gripping his hair as she forcefully shoved his face into her wetness. Morgan barely had time to withdraw his fingers before the Fallen Tactician climaxed directly into his face.

Grima let out a blood curdling screech of arousal, her inner Fell Dragon showing in the heat of passion as she released her juices directly onto an unsuspecting Morgan. Desperately sputtering from the sudden deluge, Morgan managed to pull away slightly as Grima's grip on his hair loosened. The tactician sat back, still huffing and puffing from her fierce orgasm, while Morgan used his shirt to wipe her liquids off of his face. "Bleh, some got in my mouth." Morgan thought, smacking his lips. "It tastes… weirdly sweet, actually." He raised a hand to his mouth and licked off some of the nectar that was coating his fingers.

"So, boy…" Morgan stopped and looked up at the voice suddenly interrupting his thoughts. "Are you enjoying yourself yet?" Grima continued, still straddling his midsection. "N-no…" came Morgan's obviously shaky reply.

"Really?" Grima gave him a mischievous smile. "Well, I think your little friend over here would beg to differ." She reached her hand back to grip Morgan's once again erect manhood, causing the young mage to draw in a sharp breath. Grima let out a low chuckle. "Yes, that's what I thought." She sat up a bit to completely remove her now soaked panties, as well as Morgan's pants and underwear, which were still around his ankles.

Grima returned to her position when a thought struck her. "My hex should last plenty of time. Why not have some fun while I have him here?" She repositioned slightly and started rubbing her bare womanhood on Morgan's erect shaft, her teasing causing the boy to squirm beneath her. "Hmm? What's wrong, worm? You seem distressed." she inquired. Morgan's only response to her taunting was to keep shifting around uncomfortably, his eyes shut tight as if to contain his pleasure.

Grima feigned a surprised gasp. "Could it be that you actually do wish to mate with me?" Morgan opened his eyes slightly and looked up at the Fell Dragon sitting atop him. "You seemed so against it before, but have you changed your mind?" Grima leaned forward, and Morgan gasped at the sudden shift in weight. "You want to stick your cock inside me, and ravage my tight, soaked pussy until you explode, coating my walls in your hot sticky cum?" After this seductive remark, Grima felt Morgan swell up even more underneath her. "I've got him on the ropes now."

Morgan couldn't take it anymore. He responded by giving the Fallen Tactician a slow, nervous nod. She leaned back again, putting a hand to her mouth as if in shock. "You do? You really, absolutely do?" Morgan nodded much quicker this time, the anticipation practically driving him crazy.

Grima leaned forward until her face was right up in Morgan's. "Then beg for it." The phony surprise in her voice had been completely replaced with cold malice as she continued to rub herself against Morgan. The young mage didn't care. He needed this teasing to end. "P-please…"

Grima's eyes narrowed. "Please who?"

"Please, G-Grima."

She dug her fingernails into his chest. "Lady Grima."

"Please, Lady Grima!" He winced in pain.

"...Say 'Please let me fuck you, Lady Grima'."

"P-please let me f-fuck you, Lady Grima!"

Grima released her nails from Morgan's chest. "Good boy." she purred, lifting herself slightly to position her entrance above Morgan's throbbing member.

Grima let out a pleasured sigh as she lowered herself onto the young mage, feeling his length fill her in a way she had not felt in a long time. Morgan let out more of a shaky moan as he was forced to suddenly adjust to the new sensation. Grima's blowjob and titfuck were nothing compared to what he felt being inside of her. It felt like his dick was melting, becoming one with the tactician as her inner walls gently squeezed him.

Before he could even get fully acclimated, Morgan was met with another surprise as Grima began to move. Her rhythmic movements elicited more moans from the boy. He couldn't believe what was happening and what he was feeling.

Little did he know, things were about to get a lot more intense. "Enough of this foreplay. Let's speed things up, shall we?" He barely had time to register Grima's words before the Fell Dragon swiftly lowered herself down the rest of his length, his shaft completely swallowed inside of her.

Grima began riding him again, letting out small grunts each time her buttocks slapped against his thighs. Morgan's mind was in a haze, his thoughts completely overwhelmed with pleasure as he too moaned with each Grima's movements. As Grima leaned forward to get in a more comfortable position, her breasts swayed right in front of Morgan's face. Almost on instinct, he reached out his hands and grabbed them, resulting in even louder groans from the Fell Dragon. In retaliation, Grima sped up, her thrusts becoming more intense as Morgan fondled her breasts.

"Hnng… m-mom, yeah…"

At these words Grima paused her riding and looked down at Morgan, who only looked back up at her in dazed confusion, wondering why she had stopped. "What...?" "You called me 'Mom'" she replied, chuckling to herself. "What?" Morgan's head was clearing up now. In all the excitement he had nearly forgotten that the woman forcing herself on him was essentially his mother. "Oh Gods… what am I doing?"

"Hey, do whatever makes you comfortable, kid." Grima resumed her vigorous pounding, distracting Morgan by hugging him close to her chest. With his face buried in her breasts, Morgan instantly forgot about his previous slip-up.

Grima was getting back into her rhythm when she felt something tugging on her chest. Morgan had instinctively taken one of her breasts into his mouth and began sucking on it. "He's like a baby." Grima scoffed internally as she groaned in pleasure. "Maybe he really does think I'm his mother."

After about a minute of sucking, Morgan let go of the Fallen Tactician's nipple. "I-I'm getting c-close!" "Excellent." Grima thought. She leaned back, fully sitting up as she increased her pace to as fast as she could manage. "Yes! Do it!" she roared as the young mage panted beneath her. "Fucking fill me to the brim! Let me milk you dry!"

Grima slammed down on Morgan's cock as he wailed in ecstasy, releasing his load inside her. Waves of pleasure washed over the boy as he blasted the tactician's insides with his seed. Grima shut her eyes and leaned her head back, savoring the feeling of Morgan's cock pumping shot after shot of his cum into her.

After Morgan's orgasm had subsided, he and Grima both slumped back, both of them exhausted from the vigorous love making that had just transpired. Grima slid off of Morgan's flaccid manhood, his semen oozing out of her. "He finished pretty quick," Grima mused, using a finger to scoop up some of the seed that had fallen from her pussy, "but it was his first time, so I'll let it slide."

Grima turned around and waved a hand in the direction of the door. "Well, I'm a dragon of my word. You gave me what I wanted, so I've removed the spell sealing the door." She began feeling around on her hands and knees, searching for the underwear that she had tossed aside earlier. "You're free to go, worm. I'll find you if I need your services ag-" Grima's speech was interrupted as she felt something touch her behind. She turned her head to see what it was, only to discover that it was Morgan; the boy was up again and was gripping her left cheek with one hand.

"No…" he grumbled under his breath. "No?" Grima asked quizzically, until she turned her head a little more and realized that Morgan's other hand was gripping his fully erect cock. "I'm… not done!"

"You're already haAAAUGHH" Grima's disbelief was replaced with cries of pleasure as Morgan rammed himself back into her cum filled entrance. "Damn it… was my libido curse too strong?" Grima could only contemplate as she felt the boy slam into her even deeper than before, each thrust accompanied by the slapping sound of skin against skin.

"Taking me from behind like this, like an animal!" Grima muttered quietly to herself. "Who does this human think heeEEEE!" Her thoughts were once again cut off as she felt Morgan spread her cheeks, thrusting so deep that he was hitting her womb. "Fuck, I may reach my limit if he keeps this up." Grima thought. "Gah, to think that I, the Fell Dragon Grima, would actually be enjoying myself bedding a mere human!"

Morgan's hands moved from her rear as he grabbed Grima's pigtails, forcing her head back as she continued crying out with each of his vigorous thrusts. "F-fuck…" he panted. "Y-you feel so good, mom!" Once again, Grima took notice of his slip. "There he goes again. Although.." Grima tries to channel the best Robin impression she could manage. "Yes, sweetie! Fuck your mother!" "I guess I'll play along for now." Grima thought, a decision that bore fruit, as Morgan began to speed up even more thanks to her encouragement.

Grima leaned back, grabbing Morgan's head and bringing his lips to hers as he continued to pound into her. Morgan, in turn, removed his hands from her pigtails, moving one to her stomach and the other to her breast, squeezing it as he leaned deeper into the kiss. Grima slipped her tongue into Morgan's mouth, but he was prepared this time, as he used the opportunity to try and force his tongue into her mouth. As they dueled tongues, Morgan pinched the Fallen Tactician's nipple, causing her to release a moan into his mouth.

Grima broke the kiss and fell back into her hands as she felt her womanhood begin to quiver. "Mom!" Morgan yelled. "I'm cumming!" "Good sweetie! Paint my womb with your seed!" Grima cried in response. "Cum! Cum inside me! Cum inside your mother!"

As Morgan delivered one last vicious thrust, Grima felt herself give in as she climaxed, releasing her liquids all over Morgan's cock as her inner muscles contracted around it. At the same time, Morgan burst, releasing shot after shot directly into her womb. After a few shots, his legs gave out, causing him to fall backwards. His cock was released from being buried inside the tactician, and his last few spurts of cum landed on her rear before he fell back onto the bed, unconscious.

Grima took a moment to recover her breath as she felt a few more globs of cum drip out of her. "Well, I should definitely be pregnant now." she thought. She glanced back at the young mage lying out cold on her bed, his cock still twitching from the workout it had just received. A small smile crossed the Fell Dragon's lips. "Yes, I'll definitely have to keep an eye on this one."