(Creator Poll Winner) Tempting a Twisted Fate (Lucina/Chrom from Fire Emblem Awakening)

Chrom could count the number of times he had seen the mysterious warrior on one hand. Because of that, it was understandable that he was unable to get a read on their motivations, though it was still frustrating. During their first encounter, they were responsible for saving his little sister’s life, but during their second, they found themselves facing each other in combat.

He was entranced by them for those reasons, and so many more. He wanted to know who they really were. Chrom didn’t picture himself as the type so keen to unravel a mystery, but this swordsman had proved him wrong.

…swordswoman, rather.

Their third encounter had yielded some interesting revelations.

Not only were they from some dark future, but they were also a woman! He wasn’t sure which part shocked him more. He really should have picked up on all the signs before they ended up unmasked.

Despite the absurdity of their claim, he believed this unknown lady was indeed from the future. However, he still didn’t know their name, nor were they keen to share it when prompted to, subtly or otherwise. It was perplexing because he couldn’t exactly refer to them as ‘Marth’! She clearly wasn’t the hero king of legend, though she wasn’t wrong to claim she was quite the actress-- he had been fooled for some time. It made him wonder why she adopted the persona.

His fascination was high before she defended him from assassins, and now it was off the charts. He had many questions, some important, and some more personal, and he knew he’d see very little answers if he let them leave. Knowledge of the future could do so much, especially if they had a lot of it!

After dispatching the assassins sent against the exalt, Emmeryn-- how very own sister, he was worried she’d slip away again without anyone noticing.

Fortunately, he managed to track her down before she could do so. Naturally, he attempted to persuade them to stay.

He wasn’t sure if he could handle another disappearance, nor the wait for their return, even if it was likely inevitable.

“Are you absolutely certain?” he asked the lady, realizing he was being quite tenacious about the situation, but considering how rarely he saw this girl, he didn’t feel too guilty. “Is there really nothing we can do? We are incredibly grateful for your aid.”

“...no, that’s quite alright,” she was insistent with her response.

“Then what of the future you spoke of?” Chrom changed the subject. “You could share your story with us, and with your knowledge, we could do all we can to eradicate any possibility of this dark future occurring. We want to help.”

He understood he was being a little guilt-trippy, but he was being persistent for the sake of Ylisse. It would satisfy his personal curiosity as well, but the safeguarding of his friends and family mattered most. From what he could gather, Emmeryn was fated to die on this day… but they had prevented that, and could prevent so much more!

The unmasked swordswoman from the future merely sighed. He could tell she wasn’t happy about his stubbornness, but she didn’t seem angry at him, at least. “I am sorry. I cannot. I have my reasons.”

“Then… at least stay the night,” Chrom was insistent. “Accept our hospitality and recuperate before you return to your journey.”

‘Marth’ bit down on her lip briefly, perhaps contemplating the offer, but they ultimately sighed. “Your offer is generous, and very appreciated, but as I said… I have done what I came here to do. My presence is no longer needed."

“...please,” he tried one last time. “I can tell you’re exhausted. Every warrior has their limits.”

It was no secret that he was fascinated with this lady. Who wasn’t?

But he knew his interest ran a little deeper. He was obviously interested in the information she had regarding the future… but he wanted to learn more about her on a personal level too.

She was beautiful, and the way her swordsmanship was practically identical to his was strangely alluring. It was like he was looking at an opposite gender version of himself, at least from a combat perspective. She was ticking so many boxes! He wanted to acquire her knowledge for the good of Ylisse, spar with her to improve his skills, and… well, he would be lying if he said there wasn’t a degree of romantic interest. He was a young man, and though his priorities were Ylisse, he still had needs too.

But those kinds of potential encounters were not at the top of his priority list. He believed he was good at remembering that.

Right now, Chrom just wanted this girl to accept their thanks, and she was being awfully stubborn about it!

‘Marth’ was quiet for some time, but at least she was still here. He was more than happy to give her some time to think about it, and was about to suggest he leave to give her some time to think, under the promise they’d meet again shortly, but she managed to respond before he could do so.

“...I don’t know… I’m sorry…” she answered, sighing to herself. Chrom felt a little bad, believing he had made things awkward, but he still believed a luxurious rest could do her some good.

On the plus side, she was contemplating it all.

She just needed a little push.

“How about this, then?” Chrom caught her interest with a proposition. “Let’s spar. If you defeat me, you can leave freely… but if I win, you’ll rest with us tonight.”

The future witness perked up upon hearing the suggestion. Supposedly, when it came to a love of combat, they spoke the same language. Chrom assumed as such, at least.

“That sounds interesting,” she confessed, the prospect of a spar apparently all that was needed to convince her. “But be warned-- I won’t lose!”

She was definitely speaking his language!

…though, as much as he didn’t like it, he wasn’t going to treat this like a normal skirmish.

When he mentioned how he had noticed the woman’s exhaustion, he wasn’t kidding. She was doing her best to hide it, but that had to be the reason she preferred keeping one of her eyes closed! That was a sign of tiredness… right? He was pretty sure… but then again, he wasn’t any cleric…

He snapped out of his thoughts when his combatant drew her sword, so he did the same.

Chrom decided he was going to make this quick. The sooner this girl got some rest, the better!

To prompt her to initiate the fight, he entered a defensive stance. His combatant seemed hesitant at first, as if something was on her mind. Eventually, she accepted his offer, setting free her own blade. A considerable amount of strength backed her running slash, but he could tell she wasn’t operating at one-hundred percent.

His objective was to make her notice that!

He countered by striking back, the twin blades clashing against each other fiercely, but Chrom only had to put in a moderate amount of energy to overwhelm her.

Eager to take advantage of his opening, Chrom pushed the offensive, slashing dangerously without holding back. He didn’t want to hurt her, of course, but he had to show he was taking this spar seriously… and hopefully send the message that she was too tired for a serious fight. While she was managing to dodge or counter his onslaught, she was doing so less with increasingly less efficiency. Nevertheless, his sparring partner was proving to be as stubborn as he typically was when it came to sparring, thus was not eager to give up the fight so easily.

It was only when she attempted to strike back, eager to take advantage of the smallest of openings, that Chrom managed to dismantle her. He had purposefully left himself open, knowing she would take the bait, and that her speed would not be good enough. He sent her Falchion flying onto the nearby grass. Before she could even think about retrieving it, his own blade was close to her neck, a signal that the duel had come to a close.

“Excellent swordsmanship as ever,” he commended her. “But held back by your exhaustion. I hope you now understand the importance of rest.”

The lady bit down on her lip, ultimately sighing in defeat. Chrom sheathed his blade and offered his hand, and she happily accepted the handshake.

“...perhaps you are right,” she admitted.

“Good,” he was happy to hear it. “And if we’re going to be seeing each other a lot more tonight, then I think it’s only fair that I learn your name. It’s definitely not Marth, right?”

His sparring partner seemed hesitant at first. She kept her eyes closed as much as she could, and was avoiding eye contact too… and he just couldn’t figure out why! She was so secretive even with her body language!

“...Lucy,” she finally gave her answer.

“Lucy, huh?” he scoffed. “Not the kind of name I would pick for a child. I’d probably go for something like-”

“Do you want me to stay?” Lucy scolded him, and rightfully so. She was awfully flustered, an indication that she wasn’t fond of her name, perhaps? Either way, he knew now not to make a big deal out of it.

…he did wonder why his comment seemed to briefly shock her though, but he didn’t think too much about it; he now had time to figure out how this girl worked… hopefully.

Lucy retrieved her Falchion, sheathing it slowly. He hadn’t noticed until now, but the girl was panting quite a bit. The battle had taken quite a lot out of her, though he couldn’t blame her considering the eventful day she had! Not only had not only saved his life, but also played a part in defending the exalt, and ended the day with a spar! That was quite a lot of activity for a single day. Even he would be drained, and he was.

“Alright then, follow me,” Chrom offered. “I know a spare room-”

He was about to beckon her forth and turn around.

He was glad he didn’t.

Lucy began to stumble, but before she could fall over, he instinctively rushed forward and caught her, effectively sealing her in a hug.

…he had really underestimated just how tired this girl was!

She seemed hesitant to return the hug even though it would bring her some stability. He could hear her mumble something, but the voice was too muffled for him to make out any understandable words.

The two remained in this awkward embrace for some time.

Chrom knew it was best to pull away, but for some reason, he just couldn’t.

…no, that was a lie. He knew exactly why, and it was for an incredibly selfish reason.

She smelled nice.

It was safe to say Chrom was a little obsessed with this woman. Not only was she a fierce fighter, but she was astonishingly beautiful. Something about her left him completely entranced.

“...sorry…” she finally mumbled something comprehensible.  “This is… not how I wish for you to see me…”

Chrom shook his head. “We all have our limits, Lucy.”

She groaned frustratingly, and he didn’t know why. As much as he was captivated by this girl, he unfortunately knew very little about her mannerisms and what they meant.

Lucy gazed up with those narrowed eyes of hers, and he saw tears forming in them. Noticing he was looking at her, she promptly closed them.

Chrom stared for some time.

Like this, she looked incredibly vulnerable, like someone who had to be safeguarded at all costs. This was because she was willingly showing him weakness, and he wasn’t sure if he was deserving of it. Nevertheless, he was glad she had dropped her guard; she always looked so tense whenever they spoke!

…she looked cute. Ridiculously cute.

His fascination had grown rapidly over the last few moments, and he could feel an instinctive and very irresistible urge building up.

For that reason, Chrom found himself leaning his head a little down, until…

“W-W-W-What a-a-are y-y-ou d-D-DOING?!”

Lucy had forced herself away from him in an outburst of confusion and fury. She was completely startled, and he found himself glancing away. This time, he was the one unable to maintain eye contact.

Chrom had kissed her.

He didn’t really know why. It just felt right.

But he was poorly mistaken.

“...I am sorry,” he apologized as sincerely and hastily as he could. “You can leave. Forget the conversation we had today. Be on your way.”

He had messed up tremendously.

There was a reason he wasn’t the tactician of the group!

At the very least, he was smart enough to know he had no right to ask her to stay. Not anymore.

Sighing to himself in shame, he turned around and prepared himself to leave.

“W-Wait!”

He paused. He had no idea why she had blurted out that, but he had no right to ignore her.

“...answer me,” she spoke up. “Why… why did you do that?”

That was a difficult question, not because he couldn’t think of an answer, but because each and every one exposed just how self-absorbed he had been during that moment.

…but he had to be honest with her.

“I was being selfish,” he answered. “You looked beautiful, and I couldn’t hold back.”

“...I… I had no idea you were… that kind of man…” she was a little vague, but it didn’t take long for him to put two-and-two together. If she knew of his intended death, then she likely knew a lot more about him than he thought. Perhaps her view of him was grand… and he had gone ahead and shattered it, all due to an impulsive rush.

“I’m not…” he muttered, not particularly sure what she meant by that, but it was definitely not a pleasant viewpoint. He was not enjoying this conversation, but since she was willing to keep speaking, he had to at least do his part to make things less awkward. “At least, I don’t think I am. Listen… I… was in the presence of a beautiful woman, and I read the mood wrong. I am genuinely very sorry. A prince should know better.”

He wasn’t sure if he sounded convincing enough.

Therefore, to show his sincerity, he bowed his head.

“Please, forgive me for my transgression.”

Lucy said nothing. He suspected she didn’t know how to answer, but he was more than happy to give her time to process it all.

Chrom lost track of time when it came to how long he was bowing his head, but salvation came when Lucy finally responded.

"You are… forgiven…" she muttered, but he wasn't convinced by her tone. He gazed up, and realized why she sounded so shaky.

She was blushing.

Tremendously.

Once again, he found himself flabbergasted, simply unable to understand what was going through this girl’s mind.

He waited for a long, long time, expecting her to say more.

She eventually did, but it came in a swift mumble that took a moment to discern.

“...mother, forgive me…”

That was a curious statement. Why was she asking her mother for forgive-

Chrom suddenly stopped caring when Lucy lunged at him, embracing him in a feisty kiss of her own. He was not expecting her to suddenly reciprocate his feelings, but he was more than happy to kiss back.

…this was certainly a way to break apart the awkwardness between the two.

Though he still had many unanswered questions, he was content with learning those answers later. Right now, both he and Lucy were indulging in a mutual attraction to each other, and after such a long and tiring day… he was all for it.

The kiss quickly escalated as the stiffness between the two started to dissipate. As they gradually realized there was no need to be so tense, they focused more on the pleasure. Kissing was nice, but sliding their tongues against each other was even sweeter.

Chrom could detect his partner was still feeling smidges of hesitation, so to reassure his new lover that he was very attracted to her, he dominated the kiss with an unrivaled thirst and hunger. Part of him wasn’t sure if being so aggressive was the best course of action… but it was what he wanted.

Ultimately, the two had to conclude their little session when the need to breathe could not be ignored.

“...ah… should we… move this elsewhere…?” Chrom suggested.

“I…” Lucy murmured, extraordinarily out of breath. “I… uhm…”

“...if you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” he offered, not wanting to force her into anything if she was second-guessing herself.

“N-No, it’s fine…” she answered. “I… am… just afraid.”

“Of…?”

“How this will change the future,” she confessed.

It was both a thorough and vague answer. “I fail to see how a night together will change things, but if you are fearful that-”

“I am, but… well…” she mumbled again. Her typical confidence had been long shattered by this point. “Well… the specifics do not matter… the heart wants what it wants.”

She was still so secretive, but he couldn’t disagree with that last statement. Whether this would be a long-term deal was yet to be seen… but right now, they wanted each other.

Chrom escorted Lucy to his quarters, taking a route that was quick, but would also maximize the chances of not running into anybody. He didn’t exactly want rumors to spread about what was going on in his love life.

There were times where she looked as if she was going to change her mind and run, but ultimately, she followed him all the way to his room.

As soon as he closed his door, he returned to her side, embracing her in a deep, passionate kiss. It helped remove the brewing tension on her shoulders, and before they knew it, they were once again excitedly going at it.

But Chrom didn’t seek the refuge of privacy for just more smooches. When she needed to breathe, he kept her on her toes by smothering her neck with a barrage of kisses, nibbling lightly to see how she’d react. Her moans were very girly, and he adored those sounds tremendously. They were a far cry from the rough and tough tone she used previously.

When he started to tug at her outfit, Lucy knew she was in this for the long-run now.

…but Chrom could tell she was still hesitant.

“...second thoughts?” he asked again. He’d be disappointed if she called it quits now, but he’d respect her decision.

“N-No…” she answered. “I am… well… not particularly large, if you know what I mean…”

“I don’t mind that at all,” he reassured her. “Take off your clothes, and I’ll prove it.”

The determination and eagerness in his voice was doing her wonders, and after a deep breath, she did as he requested.

Lucy wasn’t joking. She wasn’t well-endowed at all… but she had nipples-- large, pointy ones at that… and for Chrom, that was more than enough. In fact, he preferred it this way! There was a lot to suck on and tease here, and he did just that.

It was obvious from the beginning that she wasn’t anticipating such greed from his sucks, nor was she expecting it to feel so amazing. Chrom kept one nipple embraced within the comfort of his mouth at all times, making sure the other was occupied with his rough fingers. Her breathing only reached a level resembling stability when he briefly switched which one he was sucking on, but of course, those moments were rare.

“Fa… ah…” she muttered, and Chrom adored how sensational she was sounding. It encouraged him to keep up the pressure for some time. While the prospect of sucking her boobs like this all night was an exciting one, he couldn’t ignore how uncomfortable he was feeling down below. He was hard-- ridiculously hard, and he needed to set forth his member now.

“...Lucy…” he panted after finally letting go. He helped himself to a few more kisses, adoring how much she was blushing, and how she was keeping her eyes closed as if she liked to be surprised by what he was doing. “I want you…”

He targeted her ear, suspecting it would be a weak spot. The hot breath and choice of words did wonders, and she slowly nodded.

Lucy removed the rest of her attire, something she found a lot easier because Chrom was doing the same.

…at least, until she saw his chiseled chest and the selection of scars covering it.

It was something she could stare at for ages… and she would have, if she didn’t see him set his cock free.

She gulped. For many, many reasons.

“I must confess,” Chrom started, chuckling a little to himself. “I was not expecting something like this to happen tonight.”

“...neither was I…” Lucy responded in a quieter tone, but she was just about regaining her normal voice… something she considered a miracle considering how fast her heart was beating. She knew it wouldn’t last though. “Fate works in funny ways.”

Chrom smiled, and for Lucy, it perfected the picture. The sight of this handsome man was something she could get used to.

…she never thought she’d ever think that, yet here she was.

She smirked. She had come here to challenge her fate, and in a very twisted fate, she had done just that…

But it would be okay. What she did here wouldn’t affect-

“Lucy,” Chrom interrupted her from her thoughts. “Shall we take this to the bed?”

…so much for her voice returning to normal. Hearing him say that was distorting it all over again.

Regardless, she nodded.

Currently, she still had her underwear on, and while she was a little hesitant to take it off, a good opportunity to do so presented itself when Chrom moved to the bed. She hastily took it off and discarded it, much preferring the idea of him not watching. She was embarrassed enough as it was!

…and she had yet to reveal the truth… well, one of several truths…

Because Chrom had decided to lay down on the bed, it was an implication that he wanted her to ride him.

…she had no problem with that. It sounded hot… so hot…

…what… what WAS SHE DOING?!

Why was she here?! About to do this?! With HIM?!

…she was such a fool! She had fallen for him. Him! He was gorgeous, and Naga please forgive her, she just couldn’t resist.

…it wasn’t too late though. She could still leave. She could still leave before she did something very regrettable with her-

“Lucy, you alright?” he called out, sounding as concerned as ever. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

Because he had called out to her, her eyes drifted to his body, and the rampage of thoughts she was experiencing vanquished in a moment.

…he really did look so, so good…

His muscular chest… his large cock…

“I… ah…” she bit down hard on her lip, trying to think of something to say. Eventually, she decided it was best to reveal a difficult truth, one that embarrassed her severely, but had to be said. “I have… not done something like this before.”

She wasn’t sure what to think about the notion that it was the easiest revelation to share.

“That’s okay,” he answered. “I could tell.”

Lucy pouted a little. That was not a good answer!

…but it was endearing, nevertheless.

“Do you want to try a different position for your first time?” Chrom offered.

“No, this is fine,” Lucy manifested as much courage as she could.

She hadn’t just blurted that out either. With this kind of position, she could control things a lot easier…. though that was also a blessing as much as it was a curse.

If it did hurt… she’d be hesitant to go ahead with it, whereas if he was the one in control, she’d have no choice but to succumb to it, which was both a positive and a negative.

…she mentally slapped herself.

It would NOT hurt! It would be nothing compared to the pain and agony she had already experienced.

Chrom found amusement in how rapidly her expression was changing, but he was glad she settled on a determined one.

Lucy climbed onto the bed and positioned herself above his cock, placing her hand around it so she could aim it skyward. This did bring some unrest to her mind, but she fought hard against it and controlled herself. He was impressed at her enthusiasm, though was a little worried she might be too optimistic about it.

…but she was strong, so she’d be fine.

When the tip of his shaft intersected with her folds, she winced at how amazing it already felt. It was this moment that led her to discover that somehow, despite how utterly shaky she had been all this time, she was drenched!

Lucy bit down hard on her lip. She had come this far, and there would be no going back after this crucial moment… but she didn’t care. She needed this. It didn’t matter if it was wrong.

Right now, it was right.

Finally, she started to lower herself. Chrom’s cock breached her insides easily, and while she did feel some discomfort, she was pleasantly surprised at the lack of pain.

…it even felt a little good!

Now that this crucial step had been made, her anxiety levels dropped dramatically, replaced by a burst of enthusiasm. She used it well, lowering herself more and more, and while it was intense… she was handling it well!

“G-Gods… this…” she tried to speak, but couldn’t finish her sentence.

Chrom was actually feeling very similar. He had not expected her to be this tight, and it was hindering his breathing. “...you feel incredible…”

Hearing his praise encouraged her, until at long last, he was buried deep inside her.

The two remained like this for some time, getting gradually used to how the other felt.

It was Lucy whose patience ran out first.

As if she was possessed by lust, she started to ride him at a surprisingly fast pace. Raising and lowering herself still winded her quite a bit, but she was getting used to it far faster than she expected.

Chrom had no complaints. The beautiful woman in front of him was sparkling with sweat, and to see all that tension evaporate from her body and be replaced by pure bliss… he was really happy for her. Apparently, she needed something like this far more than he did.

“Gods… Father… you feel so good…”

…he was not expecting that, nor was he expecting her to continue riding him so extravagantly after saying such a strangely sublime line.

…father?

Was it possible that…?

No… it wasn’t.

He felt foolish for even thinking such a thing.

He now knew what was going on here.

Lucy was being kinky. He had heard of some couples who roleplayed such a thing, and while he thought it wasn’t for him… hearing her actually say that was doing things to him!

“Father… faaatttheeerr…”

Clearly, it was doing things for her too.

Eager to reward her for awakening this strange yet sexy new fetish of his, Chrom started to thrust back. It disturbed her cadence, but she adapted to the new rhythm being built. Their somewhat fast yet still gentle fucking soon transitioned into something far rougher, and both parties adored it.

“Lucy… you feel so good… my adorable girl…” he tried his hand, and was surprised at how much he liked saying it.

If there was one downside, it was that she seemingly did not hear him… but that was only because so much incredible euphoria was flowing through her veins.

Because she was new to this, and overwhelmed by so much pressure and pleasure, it wasn’t long before Lucy succumbed to an intense orgasm. She was already overwhelmed, so this climax easily brought her the boundaries she believed existed.

Chrom was the type to last a lot longer… but he couldn’t restrain himself from a pussy so tight, especially one in the middle of contracting so much due to orgasm! It was like her body was begging him to cum inside, and while he knew he shouldn’t do such a thing… well, he didn’t have a choice.

Lucy lost her energy and collapsed onto his body as soon as he began flooding her womb full of semen, showering it with the taste of a man’s seed for the first time. The unexpected heat was enhancing her terrifyingly strong pleasure, amplifying her moans in unison. While he enjoyed how loud they were, he didn’t trust the walls surrounding his room nearly as much, so he quickly muffled them with a swift kiss.

The joint orgasms ended as quickly as they started, but the wave of tranquility and satisfaction radiating throughout their body lasted for a long time.

Neither Chrom nor Lucy expected such a magnificent night to occur, and while they both wished it could have lasted a little bit longer, they had a feeling if there was a next time, it would be even grander.

Exhaustion from the tiring day soon crept back into their souls, leading to them falling asleep in each other’s arms. Both slept soundly, especially one in particular, who could not recall the last time they experienced such a peaceful sleep.

When Chrom woke up, he wasn’t shocked to discover his lover had vanished at some point. It was very characteristic of her to do so.

But they would meet again.

…as for his lover, she was relieved her complete and utter panic in the morning hadn’t awakened Chrom. It would have inflated her embarrassment.

She had left the castle and was journeying elsewhere. There was still much to be done, and she wasn’t sure if it was right to stay with the Shepherds.

…she had many conflicting feelings about the events of the previous night.

Lucina had done something very wrong.

…but at the same time, she didn’t really mind.

He was handsome, talented, and the same age as her. She should have anticipated a physical attraction, especially since she had no interest in the men of her era.

She had told herself one self-indulgent and sinful night wouldn’t hurt. How could it?

Her hand drifted to her tummy, prompting her to breathe deeply.

It all depended on what fate had in store for her, she supposed. It had already been twisted so much at this point.

For the first time since arriving in this timeline, Lucina found herself pondering about an uncertain future.