Manakete Mating Mania - Chapter 1 - (Grima/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes)

“You did good in that battle, Grima. Well done.”

The wings of despair claimed she was not one to care for compliments, but in the time you had spent working with her, you had learned she at least didn’t mind them.

Of course, she’d never outright admit that, but body language was a powerful thing-- especially for someone who still wasn’t quite used to one.

“Tch,” she scoffed with disinterest. “I did not ask for your opinion, worm.”

That was pretty much the response you were expecting.

Grima was currently under a magical contract to work for the Order of Heroes. It was a form of restriction that displeased her, naturally, but considering she got to fight frequently and strengthen her abilities, she was not too opposed to it most of the time.

The contract was more or less reserved for the more disorderly types of heroes, making sure their power could be put to good use without them causing harm to the good folk. There was some argument to be had about how ethical this practice was, but when the alternative was setting them loose on Askr or their original world, the means did justify the ends.

“Though  I will admit,” she continued, as she always did after a period of silence. “I cannot deny that I am stronger. In fact… I think I am strong enough!”

“Oh?” you were curious about what she meant by that. It was rare to see her sound so enthusiastic.

“I have decided I have finished following your orders,” she elaborated. “You, nor this Order of Heroes, have any more use for me.”

“Really, now?”

You were understandably not convinced this would go the way she was hoping.

Grima scowled at your lack of interest. “I understand why you’re underestimating me, summoner. You think you have me all wrapped around your finger thanks to that contract, don’t you?!”

“...well, yeah.”

You were expecting another growl of frustration, but instead… there was a smirk.

Grima chucked, generating a little bit of nervousness within you. There was no way her power had grown enough to break free of the contract’s magic, surely? No… surely not! She was just being cocky and overestimating her power. That would be the Grima move.

“Go on, then,” she urged you. “Order me to do something. I dare you.”

The best case scenario here was that you’d do that, her body would respond in turn, and she’d rage about how she actually was not powerful enough after all.

Surely, that was what was going to happen… right?

“...okay then,” you accepted the unusual request. “Raise your right arm and point to the ceiling.”

It was a specific enough request that could easily verify the contract’s authenticity.

…

Nothing happened.

“You are very boring,” Grima rolled her eyes. “Could you not have ordered me to blast that wall to smithereens? I could have at least had some fun playing pretend for a while.”

…oh no.

This wasn’t good.

Grima had broken free from the contract!

“Ah, that’s it! That’s the expression I wanted to see!” the Fell Dragon chuckled in amusement as she walked towards you, that grin never fading. “The despair! The horror! At any moment, I can stop holding back and annihilate you and everyone you care for!”

Ah… well, you had been pretty lucky so far, all things considered.

It had been a good life, all things considered.

“Do you want to know something fun?” she continued her antics, the cracks of despair on your expression providing her much satisfaction. “I broke free from the contract long ago! I only continued doing as you asked as I figured I could become stronger still. You should consider yourself lucky that you never abused the authority you had. You simply told me to fight the enemy, and that is what I did. If you had asked for more… well, this conversation may not have happened.”

You remained silent, knowing your speech would come out in stutters that would enhance her entertainment.

This was… a lot to take in.

“Aww… don’t you worry, you pathetic little worm!” she continued to amuse nobody but herself. She raised her hand, grabbing you by the chin and lowering your head. You were a bit taller than her, after all, so that was a way to amplify how threatening she was. It… kind of worked. “You have helped me no matter your reasons. Because of that, once I let go, I shall give you one minute to run as fast as you can and gather aid before I eradicate this pathetic organization.”

“...I… uh…” you mumbled, knowing full well that was not enough time. “...I don’t… suppose… is there any way… I can convince you… uh… not to do that…?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Okay, okay,” you swallowed hard. “Could I do something to earn at least a bit more time to run, then? That’s not asking for much, surely?”

Everything you were saying was spontaneous. Your only hope was that something would click and make her consider granting you any advantages you could muster.

It was no wonder she had opted to reveal her nefarious plans now. Everyone else in your squadron had already left! Where was Nowi? Nah? Literally anyone?

Grima had looked like she was sulking a little at the back, prompting you to compliment her abilities… but now you knew it was all a ruse.

Grima looked as if she was contemplating a potential positive answer. Your hopes weren’t high, but it was something.

“I will grant you an additional minute if you answer this question adequately,” she offered.

“Shoot.”

There was no need for formality when you were probably going to die anyway.

Grima mumbled with her mouth momentarily, making all sorts of frustrated sounds in the process. It was a little unusual to see, but because it could potentially lead to something good, you didn’t comment on it.

“...how knowledgeable are you on the mortal body?”

That was an unusual question to be asked.

“What do you need to know?” you asked for elaboration. You were unlikely to be an expert on whatever she was about to ask, but you were confident you’d at least know more than she. Maybe that would be enough to grant the bonus time.

“On occasion, I experience a… strange sensation… one that invokes heat from within, and brings a fluster to my cheeks, as if I were embarrassed, though I am obviously not!”

…that was still awfully vague.

Was her body experiencing some form of sickness?

Heat from within… fluster to the cheeks…

…wait.

You had a theory. “When do you experience those sensations?”

It was a dumb theory though. There was simply no way it was that.

To some extent, you hoped it actually was! At least you’d die with a silly smile on your face after she killed you for answering and inevitably humiliating her. Something something last laugh and all.

“...if I must be honest, I feel those sensations around you,” she answered. “That is why I have brought it up in your presence. Are you… enchanted in some way? Cursed, perhaps? I would preferably like to know your secrets before I kill you.”

This was dumb.

But there was a chance here-- a chance for survival. Not just for you, but for the Order of Heroes!

Even if it was so dumb.

“You are attracted to me.”

“Ridiculous. I detest-”

“Physically,” you interrupted with a correction. “You find me physically attractive. You have taken over the body and mind of a mortal, hence you must deal with mortal desires as well. You cannot completely eradicate them.”

“What nonsense are you blabbering about?” Grima seemed confused by what you were saying. “Well, I suppose I don’t need to know the specifics. You seem to know what’s happening, and that’s good enough. Now then, let’s cut right to the chase-- tell me how to rid myself of this… attraction. Do I have to kill you? Please tell me I have to kill you.”

You took a deep breath.

…that was technically a solution, but you were obviously not going to mention that.

Thankfully, there was another resolution that would not result in your gruesome demise. It was going to be one of the greatest gambles of your life, however. Not even the worst battle you participated in would hold a candle to how life-threatening this was going to be.

There weren’t any other options though.

Grima was hot. Sexy, even.

Robin, the original person, was already an attractive individual. Combine that with the ferocity and almost comically evil personality of the Fell Dragon? Terrifying and dangerous as she was at times, she was so strangely sexy as well!

“Would you mind postponing your day of destruction?” you requested. “I will help rid yourself of this problem once and for all… but I need a little time.”

You had a feeling that Grima was more troubled by these sensations than she let on.

But she let go of your chin, letting you breathe a little easier. It was nice knowing she wasn’t moments away from crushing your skull.

“Your single minute has become a single hour,” she growled. “Use it wisely.”

…you really should have asked for a specific amount of time.

But an hour was okay. You could work with that.

Hopefully.

“Alright, follow me.”

The Fell Dragon grumbled again.

But nevertheless, she followed.

___

“Why are we here?”

You had taken Grima to your room, and she understandably couldn’t figure out why. How was a supposed solution to her problem meant to be found within someone’s resting chambers, after all?

“Issues like these are usually resolved… in private,” you answered, offering no further elaboration. The technicalities didn’t really matter. “Are you ready to commence?”

“Tch,” she crossed her arms and grunted, but that disinterested expression did not last. “...yes.”

“Good. Take your clothes off.”

Please do not react badly. Please do not react badly. Please do not react badly.

Hopefully, one of the gods and goddesses currently present in Askr would hear and answer your prayer.

“...why?”

Huh. Well, that could have been a worse response, you supposed.

“Trust me.”

Grima… did not look pleased. She hadn’t eviscerated you on the spot though, so there was that.

If you had asked any other girl to do this, they would have punched you. Grima, however? There was a solid chance she lacked understanding of why such a thing was inappropriate.

Additionally, she was a dragon. Dragons were powerful. Dragons were terrifying. Dragons also had a tendency to forget decency when in heat.

This was Grima’s problem.

She was experiencing an issue every dragon eventually had to deal with, yet had no insight on what that meant whatsoever nor what she had to do to resolve it. For an ordinary person, a burst of arousal could be controlled. For a dragon? It was immensely difficult. You hadn’t had the pleasure of aiding a manakete with this unique quirk before, but you knew of its existence.

It was strange to think Grima didn’t know anything about this phenomenon, though considering the artificial nature of their birth, plus the fact that they had spent most of their life in a slumber after being sealed… well, they hadn’t exactly had the opportunity for an education.

“What ridiculousness are you asking of me?” she questioned you a little angrily, making you ponder your theory a little. “How is the Fell Dragon meant to invoke horror into the hearts of men if I do not look the part?”

Hm.

You were not expecting Grima to have a fashion sense.

The revelation was so fascinating you took a few seconds to respond. “You… can put them back on after we’re done.”

“Hmph,” she scoffed. “In that case, fine.”

Grima then proceeded to take her attire off within the span of about thirty seconds.

…and it was the most glorious thirty seconds you had ever experienced.

Who knew it was rather easy to discard an outfit that only looked complex because of the coat?

The realization that she did not wear any underwear came shortly after you had gotten over how mesmerized you were by her breasts. They were just as large as they looked whilst hidden away by her attire, and you really could not wait to sink your hands (and maybe mouth) into them.

But you had to exercise patience here.

…though it was going to be hard, though not quite as hard as you currently were.

The body that once belonged to Ylisse’s tactician was magnificent. The legs were just the right amount of plump. The hips were beyond enchanting. Had you mentioned the boobs yet? Even areas typically less appealing like the shoulders looked so delicious and you wanted to nibble on them so badly and then there was the slight hint of a beautiful butt between those legs too, and had you mentioned the boobs yet?!

“Now what, worm?” Grima snapped you out of your trance. “I don’t believe staring is going to solve my problem.”

She wasn’t embarrassed about the situation whatsoever. She truly had no idea.

The body told another story, however.

She was dripping wet.

“Have you noticed what’s happening between your legs?” you asked her, expecting an uneducated response.

“That is the source of some of the sensations, if that is what you’re asking,” she offered quite the marvelous response. “It has been ignorable… mostly. I will not deny it has been challenging, even for someone as powerful as I.”

Goodness. Had she not tried touching herself?! Had the thought not even come to her head?! Grima was one heck of a fascinating dragon.

“Lay down on my bed,” you instructed. “And soon, all your problems will melt away.”

You were initially nervous about doing this, but it had been easily conquered by the bursts of confidence radiating through your body as she spoke. This was a woman who knew nothing of sexual pleasure, and you were thrilled to give her the first taste of it.

“This better not be a trick, you pathetic mortal,” she grumbled, reluctantly doing as you requested. She laid down, thankfully on her back, and for a moment you were enchanted by how beautiful she was once more thanks to this new angle. Remembering you had a job to do and that your life was on the line, you just about managed to snap out of it.

All you had to do now was pray this would make her experience a form of divinity she could get behind.

“Why are you climbing between my-”

Grima’s confusion was obliterated with one simple act. You gazed up momentarily, scanning her expression while you could.

It was hard to believe that face belonged to a being who had caused so much destruction.

The cause of her disarrayed visage? An eager lick against her pussy.

“W-What was… what was… what…”

One mere lick had done that.

Her head was tilted back. Her hands were quivering; each finger was twitching as if it had a mind of its own.

Never before had she experienced anything as grandiose. She didn’t know how to react. She didn’t know what to feel. It was incomprehensible.

Henceforth, you dug in, showing her no mercy as you relished how delicious she was. Her cushy thighs instinctively crashed around your face, trapping you within her jaws, but that did little to disturb your decisive attack.

Your time as the tactician for the Order of Heroes taught you many things. One such lesson was that sometimes, the outcome of a battle could be decided by a single strike.

This was one such scenario.

Grma was never going to be a problem again.

Eager to keep her clouded by comfort, you caressed her clit constantly. The pressure was undoubtedly overwhelming on her end, for she was shivering even more than those she inflicted fear upon.

Though overloading her with bliss was a clear objective, it was imperative you gave her moments to breathe; how else would she grow addicted unless she suffered from some withdrawal symptoms? When you opted to target other areas, it was still pleasurable for her, but it was clear from the impatient humming that she wished for you to return to the most sensitive spot.

“You… worm… ngh…!”

Interrupting Grima by giving her what she was about to ask for was something you suspected would never grow tiring. Try as she might, she was not able to articulate any complete sentences. To say it was satisfying would be an understatement.

You looked up once more, her head so tilted back that it was hard to distinguish her emotions. It wasn’t a disappointing view though; those large tits of hers were prominently on display, after all. Driven by a desire to bring her further to the depths of depravity, you took hold of them, squeezing them relentlessly and making sure to target her already-erect nipples. Considering how sensitive she was between her legs, it wasn’t too shocking to discover her buds were delicate as well.

“I… ahh…. I can’t… what is… nghhh…”

Grima was close. She didn’t know what was happening, but the increasingly volatile reactions made it clear to you. Desperate to see and feel her overwhelmed by her first-ever climax, you ate her out with as much might as you could muster.

Finally, that wondrous moment came. Unable to fathom the surge of euphoria throughout her body, all Grima could do was scream in pure delight. Her body was on fire, but even that didn’t stop you from pleasuring her for some time. It was only when your jaw was seriously starting to hurt that you backed away, but it was just about when her orgasm was dying down anyway.

As you observed the damage you had done, you knew you’d never be intimidated by this dragon ever again; that dazzled expression of pure joy was something to behold

“That… that was…” she mumbled quietly.

“Just the beginning,” you finished the sentence for her.

“...b-beginning…?” she sounded perplexed… and intrigued. The first slice of heaven had been met with a positive reception, so it made sense she wanted a second, and a third, and a fourth…

As she recuperated, you used this time to fully discard your outfit, joining her in the nude.

“Do you want to feel really good, Grima?” you asked her curiously, feeling a little smug as you positioned your cock close to her soaking snatch. “Better than that?”

“If such… such a feeling… is possible…” she murmured. “Then perhaps… I may spare you, m-maggot…”

That was a good response.

Thanks to how absurdly wet she was, it was effortless to slip your cock inside her, your full shaft filling up her insides in one swift motion. Grima reacted just as you expected she would-- very, very, intensely. She was trembling all over, leading to her arms reaching behind your pillow so she had something to sink her fingers into for stability.

“...w-what… ah… is… aaahhh…”

It was tempting to give her an explanation right there and then… but it would be a distracting story; she was so, so tight! How you were able to fill her up so swiftly was beyond you! Everything felt so cozy and warm! It was a miracle you could keep your composure as well.

Perhaps you were fueled by a curiosity to see just how far the Fell Dragon could fall.

Holding firmly onto her hips, you began to thrust, forcing the most adorable moans out of her mouth. The compactness of her insides meant your pace was slow and steady at first, but her defenses weren’t impenetrable and could not withstand the pressure of your thrusts. Each jolt upwards tickled the entrance to her womb, causing mini-spasms on top of her already spasming body.

Grima was in a state where she could barely maintain eye contact. She was having the most blissful internal meltdown of all time, and the state of her body reflected that too. She was sweating a maddening amount, and that blush of hers had never looked as crimson as it did now. Her body was a visual treat you prayed would stick within the depths of your imagination for all time. She was even salivating!

“Look at you,” you decided to be a little cocky. “The wings of despair… the breath of ruin… reduced to an obedient cumslut.”

There was a chance you were pushing your luck a little here… but you couldn’t resist.

“Foolish i-insect… I know n-not what y-you speak of… b-but I can d-detect a-arrogance when I- AHHHHhhhhhhh…!”

…was she seriously expecting you to not interrupt her with a powerful thrust? She was basically asking for it. That shocked scream was wonderful to hear though, and it was wonderful motivation to treat her with movements equally as strong. By this point, she was still tight, but not enough for it to disturb your motions too much.

Your thrusts weren’t the only thing getting more powerful. Her voice was amplifying ever so slightly with each push against her cervix, communicating a very clear message-- she was approaching her end once more.

And she wasn’t the only one.

“F-Fuck… fuck…!”

Grima was losing her mind. She was completely lost within the sea of pleasure once again. Before, you could only see and hear how her body was reacting, but this time, you could feel it too! She was tightening up dramatically, enough to disrupt your thrusts significantly, but it was very fun to fight back against her grip.

It wasn’t long before her second orgasm of the day struck like lightning, filling her to the brim with an abundance of euphoria that she still could not comprehend. Her volatile orgasm was the catalyst for yours, and you did not hesitate to fill her to the brim with your semen, caring not for the consequences. Knowing Morgan was possibly being conceived at this very moment was a degenerate form of joy that you were happy to embrace.

Everything after was a bit of a blur, but you just about managed to pull out and lay down, the exhaustion you had resisted finally hitting you like a truck. Grima looked as if she was in a trance, though she was still conscious to notice she was leaking something.

“...you… you fool…” she growled. “Worm… maggot… filthy human…!”

“Hmm?”

“The sensations… you’ve made them worse!”

You couldn’t help but grin. Was that her way of asking for a second round? Tired as you were… you could probably muster the energy for one… or more… maybe.

…this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

___

“I am… the F-Fell Dragon… I will not… be… d-domesticated…!”

How many times had she said something along those lines? Eight? Nine? Maybe even ten?

You had lost count, but it wasn’t like you were tired of hearing it.

It had been a few days since you had first fucked the Fell Dragon. Since then, you had made a discovery that was both unsettling and exciting.

A few fucks were not enough to quench a dragon in heat. It was awfully obvious in hindsight. Dragons always played by different rules.

“Look, Grima,” you spoke calmly, for you weren’t going to play by her rules unless she also played by yours. “You’ve demanded I fuck you silly for days now. The least you can do is cater to my demands a little! You’ve already put it on! That’s the hardest part!”

“I d-did not think… I would look so p-preposterous…!”

The attire she was wearing was similar to her ordinary one.

…but it had a bit of a Harvest Festival flare. Big werewolf-esque gloves. Huge wolf ears. That kind of thing!

It felt fitting, too. Grima had been as demanding as a pet, so it felt only appropriate she wore the part if you were going to keep fucking her.

…and gods and goddesses, did she look really cute and sexy in this outfit!

Not a single shred of fear was left within you. Grima was never going to kill you. She would never admit it, but she was addicted to your cock. She loved to moan. She loved to cry out in joy. She loved to be fucked senseless.

“P-Pathetic worm… I ought to…”

“Are you threatening me?”

You crossed your arms and glared at her. At first, she looked ready to growl and say something nasty, but she was just about able to hold back. Instead, she mumbled a little before sighing.

“N-No, of course not…”

Grima would bark, but never bite.

“Then get on all fours.”

Grima complied, as she always did.

The shorts she wore were short. Very short. They barely fit her, but that was the point; it highlighted her gorgeous ass perfectly. You had somehow neglected how plump it was due to how amazing her boobs were, but today was going to be different. There was meant to be a large fluffy tail attached to them as well, but you figured that would get a little too distracting during intimacy.

You placed your hands on that beautiful bubbly butt, watching her coo at the sensation. Due to her draconic demands, she was so sensitive that even a simple touch could do something like that.

Despite the delightful hum, it wasn’t long before she was huffing and puffing.

“What’s wrong, Fell Dragon?”

“Insolent little-” she cut herself off. “Just… urgh… p-put it in already… please…”

Impatient as ever.

Luckily for her, you weren’t feeling too patient either.

Quickly tearing down her shorts, you shoved your manhood into her drenched pussy, returning it to what was essentially its second home by this point.

“Nghh… t-that’s it… fuck me, mortal! Fuck me good!”

Grima had been taught a little about sexual lingo; the conversations were a tad awkward, but she had understood the appeal and was using all these words so wonderfully. After all, if it made you fuck her faster and cum quicker, then there were many benefits to reap.

Adding to the list of things she would never admit… Grima had become a bit of a cumslut. She believed them to be the reason behind her escalated sensations, but rather than refuse to let you cum inside her, she had surprisingly embraced what was once an irritating distraction.

The naughty dragon arc was unexpected, but very welcome.

“Fuck me faster, you foolish mortal! Is that all you can do?”

She could be a little cocky at times too, but that wasn’t anything some light spanking or faster fucks couldn’t resolve.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck… your cock is… f-fuck…!”

There had been a few noise complaints because of her screams.

She had threatened the culprits with death.

Thus, the noise complaints stopped. It seemed word had gotten around, though no one had personally come to you to ask about it.

You had a feeling that there was an open but very quiet understanding that fucking the Fell Dragon into submission so she would be a good little dragon and work for the Order of Heroes was worth the screaming.

“Fuck… I’m going to c-cum… I’m going to c-cum from your… your f-filthy mortal c-cock…!”

You still weren’t sure if she was trying to talk dirty for your sake, or if she actually got off to the degradation. Either way, her warning was appreciated, for it meant you could prepare for the sudden squeezing around your shaft that always brought you to your climax.

“C-Cum… cum inside me, worm, or… I’ll k-kill you!”

The cumslut part was not up for debate though. The threatening part was endearing though; it wasn’t like you ever thought about not cumming inside, and as her orgasm surged throughout her body, so too did yours.

“...y-you think that’s enough to satisfy me, worm? I want more… lots more…”

…how long was a dragon meant to be in heat again?

___

The answer to that came unexpectedly one morning.

Grima woke up in your arms, and freaked out.

“Fool… you are a fool… I am a fool…!”

“...so… you want to have sex again?”

Grima always spoke in a bountiful language that was hard to gauge the meaning of at times, but usually, it translated to something along the lines of “Please fuck me!”, so…

“Anything but!” she scowled at you. “The sensations… they’re gone. Completely. And now… I feel clarity… and a massive desire to kill EVERYONE! But especially YOU!”

“...please don’t do that.”

Grima decided to vent her frustrations on a nearby vase. The poor thing never stood a chance.

Then she stormed off, never to be seen again.

Well, not exactly. There were sightings of a large, familiar dragon destroying a nearby mountain before flying off into the far distance.

___

“Wow, you sure fucked her into a frenzy!”

As if this day could get even more ridiculous, Nowi showed up out of nowhere while you were walking around, looking for any information on her whereabouts.

“Come again?”

“Her scent,” she elaborated. “It’s all over you!”

Busted, huh?

“Uh… well… she was in heat,” you justified yourself to the manakete who looked so awfully smug right now. No need to lie to a dragon who knew all about the process.

“Not anymore,” the dragon took a step forward, her grin widening. “But that doesn’t mean every dragon here isn’t~”

“...no. No, no no no!”

You were exhausted. Drained. On death’s door!

Grima had destroyed your balls. Not literally, of course, but you were pretty sure those things were as empty as they could be.

“Yes, and you’re to blame!”

“How?!”

“When a dragon fucks… the scent of sex lingers on the person they did it with for quite a while, and well… it can drive other dragons a little crazy too!”

“You’re making this up.”

Please say you’re making this up please say you’re making this up please say you’re making this up please say-

“I’m nooooot!!

Never had a giggle caused so much despair.