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This was not the first time that curiosity struck Tharja. As she watched her flit about inside the ballroom, a serene, stately smile on her beautiful face, paying homage and greetings to the various entities of state with equal humility and pride, the dark mage could still hardly believe that the blue-haired woman over there had been born from her womb. Well, to be fair, it was some distant, impossible version of her, long dead in some stunted branch of time in the future that would never be.
Tharja did not find the fact that she could fall in love with a man hard to swallow. After all, she fell in love with Robin easily enough. Rather, it was harder to reconcile the fact that the Exalt Chrom could fall in love with her, and from there propose marriage, and from there produce the very same specimen that now walked gracefully through the crowd, joined in secret incestuous matrimony to her own father. Tharja kept her silence, knowing the price for obtaining Robin for herself. And in some way she did exult in this taboo, perversely executed right before the eyes of millions of Ylisseans, a secret in plain sight that Chrom didn't even know. And who would? Her estranged daughter had already given birth to several children, all healthy, all seemingly blessed by Naga, all bearing the Mark to crown them legitimate. And of course, at the end of it all, she felt some parental affection to her own flesh and blood.
She had asked the question of Lucina before, of course, and had received a vague history, which the latter had claimed to be because of her life's difficult circumstances.
"My aunt Emmeryn had sought to sacrifice herself, to deny Gangrel the pleasure of killing her right in front of Dear Father's eyes. But you, or the other you, mother, had decided to turn coat at that very moment, and slaughtered your fellow mages and Gangrel's bodyguard. It bought enough time for the Shepherds to storm that position, for my Father to save Emmeryn, though you were wounded for your troubles.
"I have heard it from your own lips: that you did it not from the goodness of your heart, but that you had grown 'bored' of the whole proceeding. You confessed to me that the Shepherds would have been fair game for your magics, had not the circumstances stayed your hand. Well, you don't have to look that smug, Mother.
"Well, you were taken under the Shepherds' care, and from there Father issued an edict that you were not to be harmed, despite your being a dark mage and a Plegian. You never told me what happened after that, but it was clear that things eventually led to another. Perhaps your saving Emmeryn brought my Father closer to you."
"Was it love, then?"
"… You never told me, Mother. But I choose to believe it was. It didn't take long for the news to come out, that my Father had intended to marry you. Of course, there were many voices in Ylisse that protested such a move. They even went so far as to call you a sorceress, who had somehow ensorcelled the Exalt to her whims. Despite such protests, Father insisted, and from then it was history."
No matter how many times she reviewed that history, Tharja still couldn't find an explanation for how such a man as Chrom could have ever found her personality attractive. Before Robin, he would have likely gone for someone like Cordelia, an elite knight, or Miriel perhaps. Perhaps he would have even married the ruler of Chon'sin, if the politics of the situation hadn't made it difficult. It certainly wouldn't have been that impossible a match, unlike her.
Even now she suffered the stares of hostility from various people in the ball. She bore them all haughtily, as she smiled crookedly into her wine, content in knowing she had the complete truth.
Today, this ball was to honor the wedding anniversary of the royal couple. Tonight, she would love her Robin extra hard as a toast to her cunning daughter.
Lucina grunted one final time as she grinded her girlcock balls-deep inside her lover. She clamped her hand tighter over the woman's face, even as the latter squealed from the unrestricted pleasure of receiving her cum. Only when Robin's orgasmic cries winded down did Lucina deign to remove her hand. Then she concentrated on caressing her lover's back over her dress, while she basked in the feel of her cock pulsing hot fresh sperm inside her pussy. She exhaled loudly a few times, before sighing and slapping the woman's bare ass affectionately.
"That's a good slave," she whispered in the darkness. "Keep that cunt of yours nice and tight, understand?"
"Y-yes, mistress," her former enemy said in a small whimper. After a few more shots, Lucina finally withdrew her large man-thing from inside her pet. Without being prompted, Robin promptly turned around and fell to her knees to clean up her cock, using her mouth to expertly soothe and swallow their combined juices without letting it affect her make-up.
They were still in the middle of an official ball after all, and Robin still needed to be seen, despite her disgrace in the court. When it was done, Lucina shooed her away, before undoing the magic on her girlcock until she was prim and ready for her Father later in the night. She smoothed down her gown and checked herself in the mirror. There stood a paragon of cunning and magical might, a master of the dark arts that few others in the continent could ever match. Thankfully she was not tainted by the same blood as Robin's, which kept her blameless, unblemished through it all.
She could only ascribe her success to her mother, the one she had left behind in the other timeline. She had learned sorceries straight from her bosom, and had been instilled with the hunger and the drive for knowledge. And not only that, she had inherited her zealous passion, which could elevate one to greater heights or to ruinous lows, depending on one's skills. And she had already used that same zeal to remove that unsightly woman from her father's side in this time.
But she alone knew that this particular emotion had been weaponized successfully long before. It was her own mother, whose desires had been so strong that she had single-handedly changed fate. It was that mother she feared, whom she looked up to even now, even over the mother she had in this time-line.
There were things she hadn't told this Tharja. Much like Lucina herself, her mother had loved with a fierce passion. But when the object of her affection scorned her, rejected her, she did not mope. She did not take it lying down.
She got even. She got personal.
When Robin flat-out refused her advances, even going so far as to ban her from her tent, her mother plotted her vengeance. And like any other dark mage worthy of the title, she achieved it.
Her mother had never told her the exact specifics. But based on what she knew now, at the peak of her powers, Lucina could hazard a guess. It was very simple, after all, to begin the path to seducing Chrom through discrediting all other competition, whilst simultaneously working to set herself up as the better catch.
Love potions led to scandals for other Shepherds. A few wicked, whispered words in the wrong places, and Chrom's own people would balk at his being matched with such a heinous woman. Lastly, a few hints of Robin's infidelity: setting up attractive rivals that would inflame Chrom's jealousy just enough for him to dislike Robin—and not enough to inspire him to fight for her all the harder. Though Chrom would always think the world of his tactician, his private life was another thing, and he surely wouldn't want a "loose woman" as a wife.
At the same time, through judicious use of magic, Tharja ingratiated herself within Chrom's feelings. A few herbs sprinkled in a drink or two. Food laced with the right poisons, to inflame passion, to unmask reason. Ritual hexes to enshrine her beauty to Chrom and only him, making herself seem as glorious a goddess as Naga herself. Lucina knew the dance well, though she hadn't had the chance to use all the means in her arsenal on her Father. And then, just as Lucina had done, it was only a matter of choosing the right time or moment.
The dark mage had been lingering in his thoughts for quite a while. If it had been anything other than lewd dreams and fantasies he would have consulted someone. As it was, he knew this was nothing more than a man's natural desire to copulate with a woman, though it was rather unfortunate that it was Tharja of all people.
Not that he had anything against the woman, mind. Her sexy body, wrapped up in her tantalizing, skin-tight bodysuit that accentuated her luscious swells and slender curves—no. He was more than grateful for the woman who had saved his sister's life. But he should not dishonor her further, should not even attempt to claim what was not his to take.
Yet she made it hard. She made it oh so hard. He would retreat from his official duties to his chambers after a full day of sneaking glances over at her at the corner, smiling that strange smile at him. He could almost imagine her gazing at him the same way, with that same hunger that gripped his heart every time he lay in bed. No other woman excited her, not since his first fantasies in puberty.
Today wasn't any better. Tharja was still as raw and tantalizing as ever, an anomaly to everyone she met, even him. Nothing had changed. He returned to his chambers, therefore, with that same agonizing hunger, one which he could never sate.
After blowing out the lights he was left with his own tortuous thoughts. Sleep didn't come easy to him now, but his body needed it regardless. He was just about to drift off when he heard some noise come to his attention. Immediately he was on his feet, Falchion bared at his side. When he saw who had come into his room, his other weapon rose in its turn.
There Tharja stood, and for a moment he thought her some apparition of his dreams. But then she spoke, speaking in a hushed, yet clear voice for Chrom to hear.
"You have suffered long enough, my lord," she announced. "You need not suffer any longer. Allow me to soothe you between my bosom, and please you with the receptacle between my legs."
"Tharja, w-what are—how did—you have to get out of here—"
She approached, despite his words of warning, and in spite of himself he wished her to go all the way. "I will give you one last chance my lord. One. More. Chance. Should you refuse, then I shall willingly leave this place, and be out of your hair forevermore. That is a promise I make, by the gods."
It was as if she already knew his answer before he'd even given it. Smiling impishly, she sashayed forward, boldly getting within reach of him. He yearned to reach out, to touch her, and it was as if she read his intent, for she shook her body, letting her assets dance for him, and allowing her perfumed scent to overwhelm his senses. He couldn't draw his eyes away from her gorgeous chest, which heaved pointedly with every motion of her body. Her ample hips swayed from side to side, emphasizing her slim, huggable waist and the outline of her sumptuous thighs. Her pale, beautiful skin shone in the moonlight.
"My lord," she said, baring her breast, which shone like a smooth piece of alabaster, crowned by a sensual areola and a puffy, erect nipple. "I am yours."
Chrom fell willingly into her trap, not even minding as it clamped shut around him. His desires had grown considerably, such that he could no longer control them. Throwing aside all caution to the winds, he gave in to the temptation and grabbed at her bared breast, kneading them and savoring their squishy feeling between his fingers. Tharja sighed and moaned throatily as he started running his hand all over her clothes, allowing him to explore what had hitherto been just a fantasy in his mind.
Tharja firmly pressed him back to sit down on the bed. Then she moved between his spread legs, her eyes fixed firmly on the rock-hard erection between them. She twined her fingers over the length, causing Chrom to hiss and sigh from the feel of a woman's hand grasping his cock. She pressed her lips to his tip and began to lavish her loving, lustful attention all over his thick, manly shaft. The feel of her mouth and her tongue doing wonders on his cock felt so wrong, but all the same it felt so right. She took him inside her lips with a hungry grunt, slurping him up with loud sounds as her tongue swirled all around her tip. She moaned around his meat and locked her fiery gaze with him, rendering him helpless under her intense, hypnotic gaze. She sucked him in deeper and deeper until he was barely beyond her throat, causing him to feel the exquisite chills of conquering some woman through her mouth.
"By Naga!" he swore, as his cock throbbed inside the dark mage's mouth. This was no longer a fantasy from his mind, this was the real thing as Tharja slowly and meticulously drove him soaring into ever higher peaks of pleasure. He groaned with no small arousal as he coursed his fingers through her hair, urging her to keep going, to do more.
Tharja was in her element: lust and spite warring inside her as she slobbered eagerly and incessantly over the Exalt's cock, allowing him to punch and plow through her mouth with glee. Chrom now could no longer halt his instincts, and had given himself freely to his aching bliss.
Then, when she started wrapping her ample breasts around his cock, he practically gasped with delight. A thick bridge of spit ran from her mouth to that which coated his cock, which she now used to lubricate his passage between her boobs. She began to work her twin melons up and down with frantic motions. Chrom mashed his hands inside her pillowy twins, pulling and tweaking her nipples. As she moved, she continued to lay her tongue all over his tip, which was the only thing that wasn't captured within the tight, pleasurable valley of her breasts, tugging and teasing his length again and again. He stared down at her, reciprocating her lustful gaze with his own. Her skin felt so smooth. She used her breasts so well that he felt something building up within him, a senseless heat to which he willingly surrendered.
She worked her breasts faster across his cock, all while suckling intently on his cock. She could sense he was close to his ultimate peak, and he no longer had any objections to her actions. Rather, he was even moving his hips, seeking his own pleasure within the friction of her breasts, all while he was trapped, rather helplessly by her intense, pulsing heat.
When the Exalt came, he came hard. He blew his hot load right onto the dark mage's face. Jet after jet of hot, pearlescent man-spunk came shooting straight onto Tharja's beautiful face, which then dripped down her chin to coat her breasts. And she just sat there, gladly accepting all of his seed that came gushing out of his cock, all the sinful heat that was proof of his seduction at her hands. Tharja purred and moaned in delight, and even used her breasts to continue squeezing and rubbing around him, milking him for all he had. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he slumped back onto the bed, breathing loud and fast.
"My gods," he breathed. "What—That was—" Amazing. Breathtaking. Heavenly. All a bunch of useless words, yet none could accurately describe what he'd just experienced at her hands.
"There is more to this, my lord," Tharja practically purred, as she licked his seed willingly from her face. The sight of it was so enthralling that his erection returned. "Surely you do not wish it to end just here?"
Down she went on the bed. Her clothes were an afterthought as all were stripped away in only a matter of seconds. Thus Chrom could behold her in all her sexual glory, a literal goddess made flesh. He mounted her, even as she spread her thighs wider to welcome her inside her slick, ready pussy. As he laid his member on top of her nethers both lovers felt a distinct, delicious shudder spread through their bodies. They were both excited, aroused, and more than ready to proceed with their coupling. Now was the moment: the moment when they would both give in fully to their passions.
He guided himself towards her entrance, pushing forward until he found himself within the dark mage's tight, snug embrace. He grasped her hands and she grasped his in turn, guided by their mutual lusts as Chrom plunged ever deeper inside her pussy. It seemed like every single inch of her squirming, twisting insides were like little dewdrops of heaven sprinkled directly into her mind, bringing him swift ecstasy as he dove deeper into her depths.
"Oh, oh, ohh, you feel so good…!" Chrom said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, yes, mmmhhhmmm… yess my lord!" Tharja shouted, wrapping her arms around him. He was already pushing in and out of her, their fucking beginning well in earnest as he gave in to his baser instincts to breed. He practically started rutting desperately into her, plunging in to the hilt then pulling out, then drilling back in within the space of moments. Her cries of pleasure were not feigned in the slightest—with each powerful stroke of his cock spreading pleasurable tingles throughout her body. He dragged her with him into the torrent of bliss, and she was happy to be along for the ride. The thrill of having successfully seduced the Exalt was something she would not deny.
She clamped around him; and he pushed forward with a steady, increasing rhythm. Their bodies moved together like some strange, wriggling creature, all daubed in sweat and heat and sexual juices, a constant stream of thwap, thwap, slap emanating from their joined sexes. Their frenzied movements grew hotter, more unrestrained: with him plundering her hole completely, and with her coaxing him with her tight, inescapable grip.
"Oh gods," he said, in-between gasps. "What… have… you done? Have you… cast… some spell?"
"Hmmm… Haaah… Ahhhnnn~! There's… hyaah… no spell… but that… Aughhnnn! Which my body… laid on you…!" She howled, her nails grazing against the skin of her back like claws.
Their mutual stimulation was too much. They quickly lost all semblance of control, and became just like a pair of animals, given unto the mating frenzy. In those moments, he no longer thought of her as a dark mage and of himself as an Exalt—he was a man, and he wanted this woman, simple as that. He wanted her to bear his young. He wanted her to bear all of them. Her sweet, panting moans only served to fuel his rampant flames, to make him forget all pretense and decorum. She clung tight to him, meeting his thrusts with her twisting sheath, cradling him, pulling and tugging hard on his manhood as they both buckled to the ultimate pleasure.
Their climax was both expected and unexpected. Their frantic, animal-like movements had all been leading up to it, and their bodies had already anticipated its arrival. And yet its precise moment came like a sudden ambush, as Chrom pushed his tip the deepest he was able inside her core. He shuddered one last time as the floodgates opened, and his hot seed came streaking out in thick bursts right into her womb. At the same time, the feeling of his sticky semen pumping inside her, spreading its warmth throughout her entire body, pushed her over the edge. She locked her arms behind her back as her cunt squeezed him with all its might, keeping him locked in to ensure every last drop of his cum was deposited inside her.
They lay panting there, in the aftermath, and in that moment Chrom felt a rush of affection for this woman. And from that moment on, he was hers, and she was his.
Chrom grunted, as he ejaculated his seed into his wife's mouth. After a few moments where he felt himself drained by her expert techniques, Lucina crawled out from beneath her hiding spot, demurely patting her lips with a piece of cloth. The fresh imprint of cum-smeared lipstick was left there.
"Shall we return, my love?" Lucina said, fluttering her eyes as she felt the warmth of him fresh in her belly.
All in all, she would never really know the extent of her parents' love lives, only that it had begun, as in her own case, with a single moment. A single night, to solidify their bonds even further.
What mattered to her currently was the now: the fact of her happy marriage to the one person she loved most in the world.
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