I want to start this off by saying this is NOT A NORMAL LEMON.
This fic is Dark, it's fucked up, it's not for people who want wholesome sex.
It will have body horror, death, disgusting acts, gore, ect...Only read if you enjoy insanely Dark works of Literature.
With that said, I do want to welcome you to my fic "The Fell Goddess" a story about Grima, after suffering countless defeats at the hands of the Shepherds and Naga, wishes to go to a world free of their influence. This leads them to the world of Foldan, where they plan to stage their claim.
I've had this fic on my mind for a while, and I've debated writing it because of the sex part of it. There are many, many stories that will go into explicit detail for the sex, detailing the feelings and emotions going through them.
I wish to write a different way of things.
For a story like this, I believe the erotic part comes from seeing their destruction into such a mindless sexual servant, and explaining the actions their being forced to do rather than how they do it, and the actions of other things going on around them to show how fall they've truly fallen.
Perhaps that doesn't make sense, but I hope as the story goes along, that will become more and more prevalent.
The easiest way to explain is this, I find it more erotic watching their downfall and the actions they do, rather than explaining in detail how they perform such actions.
Because of that, this story may be a more slow paced in the sex department. I enjoy world building, and showing characters interact normally and slowly breaking them down to nothingness.
Who knows, maybe I'll end up mostly writing this for myself.
But if atleast one other enjoys, then that will be worth it.
About me: My name is Elizabeth Strawberry and I have been writing for 12 plus years, having published works in education material under a different name so not to associate my NSFW and SFW works.
Fire Emblem is copyright of Nintendo, and all events depicted are of my own fantasy and does not reflect the actual canon of the games or characters.
Chapter 2: The Fallen Empire
The crackle of the fireplace reverberated through the war torn room, ashes flying out from it and landing on the broken furniture laying throughout. Chairs broken in half, curtains that had long been burnt, and holes in the floor that showed what was down below.
Above the fireplace was a singular emblem, burnt marks and stained blood adorning it, yet the emblem was still clear as day.
It was the symbol of Ylisse, the mark that adjourned the royal family.
Its once golden and majestic flag was now desecrated into nothing more than unclean cloth, barely hanging onto the wall by two nails that had slowly rusted away, and were ready to fall off whenever such an opportunity presented itself.
The symbol itself in its dire strait was a reflection on the former country it belonged to.
The Country of Ylisse, ruled by the royal family descended from the legendary hero Marth, was no more.
Instead, the country of Yliise had been merged into the former Kingdom of Plegia, now known as the Fell Empire. The Empire had successfully taken over the entire continent, and was slowly but surely invading the kingdom of Valm to claim them next.
The ruler of this empire was the former Grandmaster of Ylisse's Shepherds, Robin.
Although, now they went by a different name…
"Emperor Grima." A figure walked into the room, her face covered partially by a hood, yet strands of white hair peeked out from the top. Her voice was calm yet emotionless, as she looked at a figure laying on the bed, a chain in one hand and a Hookah pipe in the other, that connected to a larger vase that smoke was contained in.
The figure on the bed turned towards the one who spoke, their purple eyes looking at them without much emotion themselves, as they slowly opened their mouths. "What is it, Morgan?"
The one in the doorframe was Morgan, the young tactician and crown princess of the Fell Empire. She was the daughter of the one currently laying on the bed smoking.
The emperor of the Fell Kingdom and former Shepherd Grandmaster, Grima.
Morgan bowed and stepped into the decaying room, as she began to speak. "The castle walls have been breached, countless Risen have been struck down and Cynthia has been killed."
"Cynthia was killed? Worthless." Grima gave a small sigh as they took in more smoke, before slowly blowing it out. Slowly their eyes turned towards a figure sitting on the floor, a chain wrapped around their neck that connected to what Grima was currently holding. "Your sister was killed, do you have anything to say for her failure?"
"..." The figure was silent, their singular eye looking down at the ground without any emotion whatsoever.
"Hmph, and you called yourself a princess of Ylisse, your parents would be so disappointed in you, Lucina." The one on the ground was the former crown princess of Ylisse, Lucina, now nothing more than a mind broken doll. She was completely nude, scars and burns aligning her body. One of her nipples had been burnt completely off, and her back was completely raw from months of long torture sessions.
To top it all off, her eye bearing the mark of the Exalt had been torn completely out, leaving an empty husk that had long dried up, leaving only blood stains surrounding it.
Looking down at the former princess, Grima slowly opened their legs, revealing a vagina in between them that was adjourned with silver white hair. Compared to how Lucina looked, Grima was dressed in a simple and revealing Yukata, tied around their waist which meant their entire body was exposed whenever they pleased.
Their body was also pure beauty, white hair reaching down to their shoulders, and no marks of burns or scratches anywhere. The only thing that interrupted the pure white skin would be the long mark of Grima, that stretched from their hand and all around their body.
Once their vagina was fully exposed, Grima pulled on the chain and barked out an order to Lucina. "Make yourself useful!"
Lucina cried out some as the tight chain around her neck suddenly pulled her forward, yet she quickly complied as she brought her feeble body over to the bed Grima was adjourned on as she brought her face up to Grima's slick vagina and quickly buried her face into it.
She wasn't gentle or elegant, she was like a ravage beast who needed to do this to survive.
Though in all honesty, perhaps there was some truth in that.
Her tongue darted inside of the moist flaps and began to swirl all around, not attempting to do anything but eat out the pussy presented in front of her. Her nose was buried deep into the bush that adjourned it, any oxygen she needed to breath barely seeping through the thick untrimmed hair.
The rest of her body didn't do anything but hold onto the bed to keep positioning, she wasn't playing with herself, or touching Grima at all.
She was doing what she had been ordered and trained to do, and that was to pleasure Grima with her mouth until she was ordered to stop.
Grima gave a wicked smile at the scene as they reached down and grabbed Lucina's hair, pulling her further in as the oxygen barely seeping through was completely cut off by the act, though the doll continued on like it wasn't a problem.
Throughout that sequence, Morgan stood in the doorframe without showing a hint of shock, awe or anything in particular. She watched on, not saying anything, until Grima looked back over at her. "Do you want her to please you to?"
Morgana didn't say anything, her emotionless eyes staying droopy as she shook her head no.
"Even though you lost your little sex slave Cynthia? I'm sure you trained her well, and yet she went and got herself killed." Grima gave a small laugh, almost as if they were getting a kick out of the entire thing.
How could they not? All of the shepherds that they had once fought together with were either now dead, or long broken into one of their many slaves that served a variety of purposes, from sex slaves, to generals, to maids, to even more than that.
Of them all, the only ones who had willingly offered themselves to join Grima were the two Plegians, Tharja and Henry, and even then both for radically different reasons.
Tharja had done it out of an intense love for Grima.
Henry had done it because of his survival instincts, despite his almost sociopathic personality, he knew how to stay alive.
Whatever their reasons for doing so, they had offered to serve Grima, and they were both handsomely rewarded.
Henry was rewarded by being named the Governor of the new Loptous Providence, which comprised the entire former Feroxian Kingdom, and parts of the Ylisse Kingdom.
Tharja was named as one of Grima's wives, and the only one who hadn't been mind-broken or married into the position by other kingdoms seeking peace with the new demonic emperor. Because of this, she was given priority in being bred by Grima to house their children.
Afterall, just because Grima currently had a vagina that Lucina was pleasing, ultimately meant nothing. Although they had a female body when they were a human, even giving birth to Morgana, ever since they had retained their powers they could change their body at will. Although Grima kept their more feminine look mostly, they often changed their vagina into a penis when they had sex with their wives.
The same applied to Morgan, as she possessed the blood of Grima, and her mind was completely altered when Grima awoke to their powers. Though Morgan was born a male, she had used her powers to make herself completely female, so she could look more like her mother.
Or rather…
Her Lord and god.
Bringing their foot up to Lucina's long broken vagina, Grima pressed their foot up against it and slowly rubbed it for a moment before lowering their foot…And bringing it up hard, slamming it into the genital which sent a sharp pain through Lucina as she continued to pleasure Grima.
Despite this, Lucina continued to lick all around the hole, even occasionally coming out and sucking and nibbling on Grima's clitoris to give maximum pleasure to them.
Somewhat pleased by their slave's resilience, Grima turned back to Morgan as they waved their hand. "So, who exactly breached the castle walls?"
"...The Shepherds from another time…It seems that although you were able to stop Lucina from going back in time, they still found their way here."
"Another time? That means they have the Falchion."
"Yes, and also…Your vessel, Robin, is among them and seems to be leading the assault against the Risen." As soon as Morgan got done speaking, a blast was heard as the entire room shook, causing one of the nails to fall off of the emblem hanging above the fireplace, which allowed the flag to fall down more, as embers from the Fire place began to hop onto it and cause a light fire to begin. Ignoring the flames, Morgan once again spoke. "The second floor had been breached, Owain is dead."
Due to her powers, Morgana could attach anything to her brain and gather information from it in real time. Because of this, she had attached some sort of object in every room of the castle, whether it be a potted plant or a rusty sword, to her brain so she could keep tabs on every room.
Grima let a sigh escape out of their nose as they shook their head. "What a failure of a family, they die so easily."
Grima looked down at Lucina, still buried away and eating Grima out like her life depended on it, as they raised their hand and allowed a ball of flame to form in it.
Suddenly bringing their hand down, the ball of flame crashed directly into Lucina's back, scorching it as her head immediately shot up as a scream of agony echoed throughout the room.
"Did I say you could stop?" Grima's cold voice echoed shortly thereafter, and before Lucina could quickly return to her work, Grima pushed herself back…
And raised her knee, slamming it directly into Lucina's jaw.
An immediate cracking sound was heard as her bottom jaw was slammed into her top, teeth gashing into her gum her gum and some even penetrating through her top lip as she was raised off the ground and thrown through the air, before landing onto the ground with a thud as she slid across the destroyed carpet, knocked out cold as blood gushed out from her face.
"As I said, complete Failures." Grima lowered their knee as they took another puff of smoke and blew it out, before they looked back over at Morgan. "If they have both the Falchion and the vessel, they could be more trouble than they're worth."
"I agree, the time they come from seems to have prepared them for everything we send after them, currently Severa is-...Severa has been killed."
"Tch." Grima gave an annoyed spit as they fell back onto the bed, throwing their arms behind their head as they exposed the pure white hair adjourning their pits, before looking back over at Morgan. "They'll be here soon."
Another blast rattled the castle, causing the last nail to come out and the flag to fall completely down, allowing the fireplace to completely engulf it in flames, as it quickly began to spread to the rest of the room thanks to its state.
"Yes, even our puppets of former warriors from the past are being struck down left and right."
Grima gave one more sigh and closed their eyes, turning their head back to facing the ceiling as the fire quickly began to spread throughout the room, engulfing the unconscious Lucina, who began to let out heavy breaths and squirm, even with their mind elsewhere.
After a minute of thinking, Grima opened their eyes and pushed themselves up, and onto their feet as they reached over and grabbed a silver sword coated in their mark off the wall. "We're leaving."
"Leaving?" Grima nodded as they started walking towards the flames, as they quickly rushed past them and engulfed the bed behind as they explained.
"First we killed Chrom, which allowed the children to go back in time to stop us…Then we killed Chrom and them before they could have children, but this didn't let the vessel have enough time to grow their powers…Finally, we kill the shepherds and enslave the children and even still, a group of Shepherds from another time find their way here to stop us."
"This is true, we can only ascertain this is Naga's doing."
"Yes, even killing the Naga of our time, Naga's from other times continue to interfere. No matter what we do, we always have a thorn in our side." Grima stepped onto the flames bare footed, yet either ignored or didn't register the pain as they stepped over the burning alive corpse of Lucina, who had slowly regained consciousness and was crying out in agony as the flames ate her alive. "It's time, we went somewhere where such a goddess was nothing more than a corpse!"
Grima quickly stabbed Lucina through the chest, sending out a large gasp and scream, before it slowly, ever so slowly, began to dissipate and go away as the last remaining life left of her broken spirit was slowly taken away, leaving behind an empty doll.
Raising the bloodied sword out of the burning corpse, Grima raised it to the sky as they spoke. "Sword coated in the blood of the Royal family, and bearing my mark, I command the to open a portal to another realm, where that dastard Naga cannot interfere, and where no gods or goddesses can do anything to stop us!"
Grima swung the sword down, and as if tearing through a rift in time itself, it slowly cut open a portal, growing larger and larger as Grima continued the swing before it was finally finished.
Once the portal was opened, everything was calm for a second…Before an intense wind began to push all around, sending the fire flying, which allowed it to engulf the entire room in seconds before falling down to the lower floors thanks to the holes in the ground.
Grima however held their place, as they looked over at Morgana and beckoned. "Come Morgan, you will accompany me."
Morgan gave a bow, and walked over to the portal, standing beside Grima as they asked a simple question. "Where will this take us?"
"I don't know…But wherever it does…We're taking it as our own, and never giving it back!" Grima gave a small cackle before taking a step forward and into the portal, and soon Morgan followed behind.
Leaving the burning former room of Emmeryn behind, as the rest of the castle of Ylisse began to quickly envelope itself in flames.
Almost as soon as Grima had stepped into the portal, they were immediately into the new world. Their feet immediately touched grass, and a gentle breeze could be felt against their face as they looked up and saw a bright shining moon hanging above them.
Morgan joined them almost immediately, as they looked around as well.
The two of them were in the middle of a field, a light forest surrounded them. A few animals came to check on the sudden presence in the forest, but immediately ran away after a few seconds.
The pair looked around for a moment more so to confirm they were alone, before letting their guard relax some. "It seems we made it."
"Yes, my lord."
Grima took a step forward, and immediately stopped as their eyes narrowed forward, causing Morgan to go on guard before Grima raised their hand. "Just a few bandits it seemed, around sixty feet in front of us, around a heat source, likely a fire."
Morgan nodded, taking out her sword as she walked forward. "Should I eliminate them?"
"No, not yet." Grima began walking forward, Morgan closely followed behind, the two of them entering the forest as Grima's bare feet stepped on bugs, branches, grass, animal dung and rocks.
So far, nothing that wasn't present in their own world.
It didn't take long for the two of them to come along a small camp where a bigger bandit with a ponytail of sorts, sat at a makeshift desk while around ten others sat in front of him.
"So boss, where are we heading to next?"
"Heh, got quite the dirt on this one. Some weirdo in a mask wants us to kill a couple of kids, apparently some noble brats or whatever. Doesn't sound like it will be anything to hard once we get them cornered."
"Ah hell yeah, pay good?"
"Let's just say we're hitting up the local taverns after we're done!" The bandits cheered as they slammed together cups of cheep beer and ate on roasted mushrooms, as Grima and Morgan watched them for a second.
After looking them over, Grima looked at Morgan. "Morgan, I want you to go and seduce them, use whatever method you have to. Your goal is to acquire as much information as possible, and being in the form you are, they're gonna ask for either gold or to sleep with you."
Morgan gave a slow nod, putting her sword away. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, once you get as much information as you can, from what country this is to the local politics to even if we have any religions to worry about…Kill them, every last one of them."
"Understood." Morgan gave a nod as she immediately began walking over towards them, as Grima leaned back against a tree, reaching inside one of the pockets on the loose Yukata she still had on as she pulled out a cigar and lit it with her fingertip using fire magic.
A slow, creeping smile overtaking her face.
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