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The moment the war with Grima ended Aversa had left the Shepherds with hardly a word. All she said was that she was done with politics and anything related to the Grimleal. While some protested that her actions as part of the Fell Dragon’s cult called for punishment she was ultimately allowed to disappear into history without a fight. Historical records would later show she had returned to her home village and lived a normal life, one far from the cruelty and suffering she had once been surrounded by each day.
The records were correct… mostly.
Lucina’s unshakeable sense of justice had driven her to track down the last remnants of the organization that had destroyed her entire future. It was impossible for her to rest easy with the former second in command left unattended, without repercussion, in a nation still filled with people still recovering from decades of theocratic brainwashing! Were her father and Robin simply inviting another war for her- or perhaps the younger her- to fight? As much as she valued their judgment this was simply too much for her to ignore.
When she had arrived at the modest Plegian village at dusk Lucina wasn’t entirely sure how the night would end.
Even with that uncertainty accounted for, this would never have crossed her mind.
“You should feel honored, you know. I haven’t been properly stirred up since your forces bested mine. That sword of yours was always kept just out of my sight…”
“By Naga’s name, are you incapable of speaking out of double entendres?”
The dark skinned beauty’s long, plush legs were hooked over the Princess of Ylisse’s toned shoulders as she thrust her hips like a beast in heat. She had knocked on the door, exchanged a few words with her former ally, and the next thing she knew Aversa was undressing them both. Every inch of the dark mage seemed made for breeding- hips that seemed custom made for grabbing onto just as much as bearing children, breasts twice the size of Lucina’s head capped with pale pink nipples that begged for pulling, even her trim stomach had gained a bit of paunch in the years since they had last seen each other as if preparing to be bloated wide by a brood of some dickbrained village’s brats. While the blue haired noble hadn’t gotten a good look at her unexpected lover’s ass she knew it had to be just as plump and fuckable as the rest of her.
Comparatively Lucina had almost nothing. Flat as a washboard, a small, if cute, rear, thin legs, and narrow hips. Excellent for a warrior, doubly so for one hoping to pass as a man, but hardly womanly in the slightest. Normally it didn’t bother her too much but it was hard not to feel inadequate when faced with curves so fertile that they looked like they belonged in Anna’s under the table art dealings. The one thing that did actually stand out about her was the girthy, veiny, arms length of Exalt girlcock that swung between her thighs like a pendulum. Even that had been a curse until recently. The enormous thing had to be stuffed into her pants like a sausage in a wrapping a size too small. Her orange sized balls demanded attention at least three times a day, resulting in Lucina desperately jerking her weighty club of a phallus into bushes and streams when she was supposed to be forming strategies and repelling Grima.
Now however…
“Blast it, how are you s-so tight?!” Lucina grunted, bringing down her hips again and again. Her balls sloshed fuller with each impact against Aversa’s meaty ass, brewing up as much Exalt spunk as they could manage for the mischievous woman’s sloppy pussy.
Despite the rapid feral impacts sending her curves wobbling and causing her bedframe to cry out in protest, Aversa hadn’t lost her small teasing grin for a moment. “What do you want me to say? That I use forbidden magics to make my folds tight and wet for any horse dicked femstuds that look my way? With equipment like yours you need to move past virgin lines like that. Learn a little bit of dirty talk to really get a girl going, hm~? You’re bruising my poor cervix with that gargantuan log but you’re speaking like a twig dicked failure.”
Lucina’s tight ass swung in an unpracticed arc that only grew more erratic as Aversa’s pussy ate at her focus. Her silken tunnel was top class, though Lucina had no way of knowing that. It clung to her virgin shaft just tight enough that each thick vein felt like it was being personally attended to, hot enough that it felt like she was pounding into a sauna, and every time her tip bashed against the bombshell’s cervix Lucina swore it sucked at her like a lewd kiss. While her conflicting feelings towards the whole situation had kept her together this far it was becoming clear that even her considerable fortitude couldn’t resist the dark flier’s pussy.
“You c-cow titted whore, fffnfh, Grimleal scum…!” Any weight her words carried were lost under her own moans. Her face was flushed red, her blue hair matted with sweat, and her eyes kept rolling up at the ceiling as her small mouth let out moan after pleasured moan, gasp after strained gasp. The princess’ fuckdrunk face was a treat for Aversa’s eyes.
‘Adorable,’ Aversa thought as she laid her hands down on the tops of her breasts. Lucina’s unfocused gaze jumped down to the dusky udders like a moth to a flame. ‘Needs some work but she’ll make for a cute toy. Let’s see what a little encouragement does for her…’
“Is that how you see me? I’d be wounded if I hadn’t earned the titles.” She slowly ran her hands down her jiggling tits. “But you’re still loving every second of this, aren’t you? Perhaps you’d like to know that today is a dangerous day for me. Even if it wasn’t, a fat breedslab like yours knocking at the entrance to my womb certainly has me feeling eager to conceive. You’ll need to stop soon if you don’t want a gorgeous Grimleal slut carrying on the Exalt line.”
Lucina closed her eyes, cursed under her breath, and continued slamming her hips into Aversa’s without slowing. If anything her thrust grew harder, the sounds of toned middle striking against plump assmeat blending together into a steamy cacophony of certain-impregnation sex sounds. Aversa drew a hand to her plump lips and let out a long, exaggerated moan while staring the frustrated woman atop her in the eye.
“That’s more like it. Mffgh, you look so cute when you’re angry~. By all means then, put a bun or two in my oven. I’ll gladly bear your bastard firstborn daughters. Just keep swinging your hips and making that face~”
“Shut up…” Lucina grumbled. She pulled herself closer to Aversa, pushing the darker woman’s legs up to her shoulders. Despite having her in a balls deep mating press Lucina felt like she didn’t have any control over this at all! Why did this witch’s pussy have to be so perfect?! “Just- just- dammit, get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant!”
‘A virgin through and through.’ Aversa mused. She crossed her legs behind Lucina’s sweat slick back and pulled. The Princess’ gasping face was only a few inches from hers now. Each shallow, desperate thrust sent a hot breath against Aversa’s lips. The desire to kiss her was there, but not yet…
The leg lock was the last straw. All Lucina could think about was pumping this smug slutty Grimleal full. Would she regret this tomorrow? Almost certainly. Would this cause a crisis for the throne in the future? Probably. Was it worth it? Yes. She imagined returning in a few months, seeing Aversa fat with twins- no, triplets, that smug expression on her immaculate lips as she rubbed her stomach-
“Pregnant, ghhhn, get prehgnant, ghet prehgnaaant…!” Lucina felt her balls tightening and rising as she sprinted right across the point of no return. Her already erratic thrusts turned into slow, clumsy slams. She wasn’t going to stop until she was forced to! The baby trapping vixen’s hole was too much!
“Cumming?” Aversa tilted her head. “Go on. Knock. Me. Up.”
She kissed Lucina on the lips, and the world went white.
All the formerly virgin royalty could feel was her enormous rod being stretched by the sheer amount of cum being forced through it. Her overtaxed cockpipe stung pleasurably as ropes of prized Exalt swimmers slammed into the heretic’s womb. Any anger in expression was gone, now replaced with a tongue rolling, eyes rolled up ahegao as Aversa pulled away. As much experience as she had, even the Plegian temptress couldn’t resist the feeling of a fat shaft blowing jizz directly into her cervix. She fell onto her pillow and let out a contented sigh as she hit her peak, watching Lucina’s embarrassing O-face with pride.
It would be a few minutes before the ropes of ball sludge turned to strings, then strings into dribbles, and finally to drops. The moment her cock released the breeding stranglehold it had on her more rational mind Lucina looked at Aversa once more, blinked, and then promptly fell asleep using her breasts as a pillow.
“Haaaah… certainly better than most of my old partners at least. Excellent size and instincts, but her dirty talk and stamina need work. Ha, the princess of Ylisse as my pet stud project~. I can’t wait.”
If Aversa ever had any children they’ve since been lost to the annals of history. That having been said, the young Princess would make several more sudden disappearances over the coming years. When Lucina eventually wed her partner would describe her skills as legendary, almost impossible to keep to herself, offhandedly mentioning her lover asking for assistance from a former associate from time.
The exact details of what occurred are hotly debated to this day.