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Grima's Pets	By : KratosAurion97 Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 85239 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The fell dragon's true body hovered over Ferox's palace and capital, casting a shadow across the city and beyond as the dragon's roar was strong enough to shake the ground below it. Grima's vessel warped down from the large dragon's back along with his men.
The city streets were strangely empty; Grima only had to cut a handful of Ferox's soldiers down during his march towards the palace. Grima's men followed him closely as he walked through the streets of the snowy city. From the distance he saw a group of soldiers standing on the street just outside the palace.
Grima marched forward through the empty streets until he stood stood before the group of Feroxi troops and the pink-haired woman leading them. Grima smirked as he looked directly at the leader, "Oh, how you've alluded me, Olivia. One with... Ample assets like yourself will make a fine addition to my personal toys."
"R-Robin, please! You don't need to do this!" Olivia pleaded, her hands shook as she raised her blade.
"You are too frail to even scratch me," Grima looked at the soldiers rallying behind Olivia, her Feroxi troops were lightly armed and wore little armor. "You don't seem to have been ordered to the front lines; so you're out here on your own accord?"
"We were supposed to evacuate with the citizens but we didn't want to leave..."
"You're willing to throw away the lives of your men? Is that what Basilio would want?"
"N-no but..." Olivia spoke uncertainly and began to question her own choices.
"Lay down your arms," Grima ordered.
"What?! But I..."
"I'll spare you and these soldiers if you surrender. Basilio wouldn't want you to die here."
Olivia said nothing, she dropped her blade to the ground as the men behind her did the same.
Grima turned to Aversa, "I don't want any of these men treated poorly. Same goes with any stragglers."
"Understood, Master," Aversa nodded.
"Tharja," Grima commanded, the dark mage rushed to his side.
"Yes Robin?"
"Take Olivia somewhere safe. Once the battle is done, put her in a room inside Ferox's palace."
"...Very well. Please be careful while I'm absent." Tharja grabbed Olivia's arm and pulled the dancer back towards an inn they passed on their path to the castle.
Grima looked back towards the palace entrance, the flakes of snow falling down were beginning to dampen his cloak as the storm was getting fiercer. "I'm going in alone." Grima stated plainly, he crouched down and picked up Olivia's blade.
"But Master!" Aversa retorted.
Grima stood back up and turned around to face Aversa and the rest of his men, "I need you and our soldiers to secure the city. I sense only three beings inside the castle..."
"Three? So then their men already fled." Aversa spoke.
"Indeed. They had no intention to win this battle. Get everyone moving, this won't take long..."
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Ferox's royal palace was a familiar place to Grima, he had been here several times before his ascension. The castle was much lonelier this time as the halls were empty, the frequent sound of Ferox's armored guards' footsteps clanking against the stone floor was eerily absent.
After passing through the palace's opening halls, Grima finally reached the two large double doors that held the throne room. Standing in guard in front of the entrance to the throne was Lon'qu.
Lon'qu squeezed his blade firmly, "You've come."
"You've saved me the trouble of hunting you down. Are you so eager to die at the hand of your true god?" Grima mocked.
"Hmph. I care little for your games, monster. I may not be able to kill you, but I shall delay you!" Lon'qu ran forward in the open room, he swung his killing edge down at his foe. Grima waited until the last second until he quickly drew his bronze sword from his scabbard and blocked Lon'qu's strike.
Their blades locked together, the swordmaster was taken back at the unnaturally swift movements Grima displayed, he grunted and gritted his teeth as he pushed his blade harder against Grima's.
"And here I thought you'd provide a challenge. You'll be as boring to kill as Chrom, or Gaius..." Grima laughed evilly, their blades still clashing together in a standstill.
Lon'qu jumped back, he swiftly ran back at Grima and swung in a flurry of swift and powerful strikes. Grima somehow managed to blocked each of Lon'qu's srikes, he kicked Lon'qu backwards and sent a fiery ball of magic at the swordmaster.
Lon'qu rolled out of the way of Grima's spell, he stood back up and raised his blade just in time to block a wave of fierce strikes from Grima. Grima proved to fight fierce and almost demon-like, Lon'qu was fortunate to get a chance to bring his guard back up when Grima jumped back.
Grima tossed his bronze sword to the ground and drew Olivia's iron sword from his other hip, "I didn't even need to draw blood before she gave up... Poor woman."
Lon'qu's eyes widened when he recognized the blade Grima held, "Be silent!" Lon'qu roared, he rushed forward once again only for Grima to block Lon'qu's savage srike.
"I can see that the Khans weren't taking me seriously. Did they even tell their people about whatever they're plotting before they sent them away?" With one flick of his wrist, Grima broke the standstill and sent Lon'qu sliding back.
Lon'qu grunted as he was staggered, he was unable to bring up his blade in time as Grima rushed forward and had already driven his blade into Lon'qu's stomach.
"How pathetic. Is this the best Ferox can offer?" Grima spat as his blade was soaked with Lon'qu's blood.
Lon'qu's eyes widened, his body felt cold with imminent death. His blade slipped from his hand and he fell back onto the steps leading up to the doors to the throne room. "D-dammit... Basilio..." Lon'qu groaned in pain, he placed his hand over his wound, he watched in failure as Grima silently walked passed him up the stairs and pushed the doors open.
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Basilio and Flavia watched as a hooded figure they knew all too well walked right into the large throne room .
"Dammit." Basilio muttered.
"Grima." Flavia said.
Grima stopped in front of the pair, he swung his sword down, flicking blood off of the blade and onto the floor towards their feet. "You've made the situation far too complicated; I've no choice but to end the both of you." He said, pointing the tip of his sword in Flavia's direction.
"Oh? You're not going to make me one of your pathetic 'servants'?" Flavia laughed tauntingly.
"I had planned to. But I've decided you're more trouble than you're worth. You're quite lovely, Flavia; I would have loved violating you in front of your subjects." Grima turned his gaze to Basilio who hadn't spoke much, "Ah, Basilio. You'll be glad to know that Lon'qu fought valiantly. And Olivia--she will make a fine slut for her new King."
"C'mon now! Fight whatever's inside your head!" Basilio called out, attempting to bring the Robin they once knew back to them.
Grima laughed menacingly, he sent a beam of lighting at the man, causing Basilio to fall to his knee after the magic hit his broad chest.
"The pathetic man you knew is gone. He was weak, naive, and foolish. He could've been the king of Valm or Plegia if he so desired it, but instead he continued to assist the even more pathetic rulers of this world. I won't let the Exalted family or the Khans decide the world's fate any longer." Grima stepped up to Basilio and raised his sword.
Grima swung his blade down, Basilio closed his eye and waited for the strike to land. Instead of feeling the blade tear trough his skin, he heard Grima's blade collide with steel. Basilio opened his eye to see Flavia in front of him, locking blades with the former tactician.
"Let the old man go."
"......" Grima kept quiet and looked at Flavia curiously.
"I'll go with you to your castle if you let Ferox continue as she is now." Flavia said, she felt the weight of Grima's blade lessening, he started lower his blade.
"N-no..." Basilio groaned, he tried to pick himself up but found he was too weak from Grima's attack to stand, Basilio's axe slipped from his hand and hit the stone floor at his feet.
Grima sheathed his blade and watched as Flavia let her sword fall to the floor as well. Grima stepped close to Flavia and embraced her, his lips were soon pressed against hers, Flavia felt Grima's hands run down her back and settle on her ample rear.
"I'll let the crippled man leave, but you must stay here and rule under my authority."
"Flavia, don't be stupid!" Basilio argued, he was too injured to stop what was happening.
"Shut it, Oaf," FIavia said, she looked back forward at Grima, "ll agree to those terms as long as you allow Basilio and the rest of his men go."
"Hmm... Very well. I'll give him one chance to get out of my sight; but if he tries to get in my way, I'll cut him down and feed his corpse to my Risen." Grima heard several footsteps approaching from the halls he came from.
"Master!" Aversa called out, she ran to his side with a myriad of Plegian soldiers behind her. "You've won."
"You would expect less from me?" Grima scoffed, "I want Basilio and his men disarmed and sent off into the wilderness. If they try to resist, end them."
"Understood, my love..." Aversa looked over to Flavia who still wore a determined look, "What of Ferox's lead wench?"
"Strip her down and send her down to Ferox's dungeons; I'll deal with her later."
Grima's men escorted Basilio out of the throne room, leaving Grima and Flavia alone. The woman remained quiet as he pushed himself against her once more. Flavia felt like nothing more than a prize, Grima hands slid under her short skirt. Grima filled his hands with Flavia's full rear, he squeezed down on her panties as he pressed his lips against hers. Flavia had been with many powerful men before, but none so forceful as Grima.
Grima pulled back and smirked, "When I was atop the dragon's body, I saw a ship leaving the harbor. Tell me: is that where my dear princess of Chon'sin went?"
"......." Flavia grunted in disgust and refused to meet his gaze.
"You weren't expecting me to keep you here in Ferox, were you? You offered your body to me far too quickly to not have some sort of agenda," Grima turned her face forward and forced her to look into his glowing eyes, "I'm not letting you near any of the Exalted line." Grima pulled back and smirked, "Once I've captured Say'ri, Aversa will announced that I am the world's true ruler. Those who resist will be punished, and those who submit will be treated fairly."
"You'll have prove that you can rule over me, Grima. Bed me if wish, you'll see that I'm far more of a challenge than anyone else you've fought."
"I'll enjoy breaking your mind, once my seed has been planted, you'll be nothing but a simple whore."
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Say'ri paced around her cabin on the ship she boarded. They had sailed decently far from Ferox, Say'ri had watched as the fell dragon came out of nowhere and flown over the top of Regna Ferox. Night had set in and the captain of the ship had ordered Say'ri to get some rest.
Say'ri finally got the courage to remove her armor, she climbed into her bed with her blade nearby. She removed her white headband from her head and set it on the nightstand next to the bed.
It had been many months since she had seen Valm, even with the fell dragon looming over Ferox, yet she was still excited to return. Say'ri had felt nothing but regret since Tiki disappeared, she had wanted to charge Plegia and rescue the one she swore to protect, but Flavia insisted that she would handle it and ordered Say'ri to gather able bodies in Valm.
Say'ri felt a cold chill run through her body, her eyes opened and she caught a glimpse of a hooded figure hovering over her just before losing consciousness.
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Grima laid down the now-naked princess of Chon'sin down on a bed he readied just for her. He admired the woman's firm, yet slender figure. Grima stroked her cheek, he only just started to imagine the wonderful things he could do to her. He pulled a blanket over her and doused out the candles lighting the room before leaving the room.
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Sumia smiled as she held baby Lucina in her arms. She was too happy to have her daughter in her arms, she listened to the girl's innocent moans and joyful noises as she gently rocked the infant to sleep.
Sumia slowly stood up from her wooden chair and placed Lucina in a crib that Morgan had found in one of the storage rooms within Plegia Castle. After she placed Lucina in her crib, Sumia heard the door knob turning, she turned her head and saw Grima silently entering the bedroom.
"Oh, hello!" Sumia whispered.
"She's asleep?" Grima asked quietly, stepping beside Sumia, he looked over into the crib to see the young princess sleeping soundly.
"Uh-huh. Thanks for bringing her to me..." Sumia turned and hugged him.
Grima stroked the back of her hair and smiled, "Do not thank me, Sumia. I know that you missed her."
"I did, but I'm happy to have all three of my daughters back now!" Sumia spoke a little too loud for Grima's taste.
"Okay, okay," He laughed, "I was just about to head to bed myself. Would you care to join me?"
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