Alone Time
Corrin, Fire Emblem Fates
Non-con, impalement sort of?
This one was a request for a friend, though it is also based off of one of Veiled616's wonderful pictures.

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Finally, Corrin is alone. The princess doesn't mind her family, or her servants, but at times their constant companionship grows a bit much. At times, she wants some solitude. And as she opens the door to her personal quarters; a curious but cozy treehouse, she breathes a sigh of relief. In her haste to get into bed, Corrin enters the room quickly, not pushing the door closed behind her.

Of course, she fails to notice the quick hand that pushes into the jamb, preventing it from closing completely. She hums to herself, remnants of one of Azura’s songs on her mind as she undresses. Even humming the song is soothing, but it serves as a convenient filter, overpowering the soft footfalls of the dark figure infiltrating her quarters.

By the time the shadow closing in on Corrin registers in her peripheral vision, it's far too late. There's a soft crack as the assailant's club crashes against her head, and the white-haired woman crumples to the floor, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The Nohrian assassin stands victorious over his prey, having incapacitated King Garon's greatest threat with relative ease. He works quickly, feeling over her half-dressed form, searching for any weapons or means of self-defense.

In his probing, he can't help but notice the curves of her body, the gentle swell of her breasts, the way the fabric of her pants clings to her shapely thighs… though he tries to remain professional, it isn't long before he's hard. And it is only then that his hand brushes against something hard, as well. A stone, blue, and somewhat pointed. Though he isn't entirely sure what it might be, he takes it and pushes it out of Corrin's reach. It joins her Yato blade, both far from her reach even though consciousness still eludes her.

Then, the assassin pulls back. He looks over his prey, feeling the dull ache of his erection as he gazes down at that peaceful face, her bare chest… it would be safe to say he's developed a bit of a fixation with the young woman by now. This mission was far from easy, infiltrating another world by slipping in amongst Hoshidan ranks after a battle. Then, he had to deal with her infuriating entourage.

Brothers, sisters, servants, friends… the princess was always surrounded! For days he had watched her, pilfering food just to keep himself sated, and naturally he thought of his prey often. Thought of what he might do when he finally gets her alone, after all this waiting. And now, he moves quickly. With a deft slash of his knife, and some maneuvering, he continues the job she started. Her panties, at least, are gone. Her stomach, legs, and arms remain covered, but he has access to what he needs.

Next, comes his own clothes. He simply frees his cock, pumping his hand up and down it's length once, just to prime himself. He then kneels down, pressing his fingers against the folds of her cunt. He traces up and down her length, savoring the warmth of her flesh, before pushing one finger inside.

“B-brother…” Corrin murmurs, shifting slightly in her forced sleep. The assassin pays her no mind, continuing his teasing. Though, his mind can't help but wander. Which brother is she dreaming of? The archer? The Prince? Or perhaps one of her adoptive family from Nohr? How involved was she with them? The knowledge that she's soon to be his, then no one else's, sends a thrilling shiver down his spine.

With that, he can hold out no longer. He slips his hand back, and moves, lining his cock up with her entrance. With a thrust that holds days of pent-up frustration, he pushes into her folds, losing himself in the warm tightness of her body. His touch and her dreams must be pleasant, with how wet the princess is, and once he's in, and settled into an easy rhythm, she speaks again.

“I'm… yours, big brother…” she says, and he feels his pulse quicken. Such words are maddening, and spur him on. With his pace picking up, Corrin begins to stir. Her eyes flutter open, gazing up at her assailant. And realization dawns on her. She screams, until his hand pinches her nose, making breathing impossible. His other hand pins her arms, and she finds she cannot overpower him.

“I may not be your ‘big brother,’ princess, but you're definitely mine,” he says grinning down at her. He bunches up the remnants of her panties, and forces them into her gasping mouth, muffling her. And freeing his hand in the process, allowing him to reach down, pinching harshly at her nipple.

She whimpers, a pathetic muffled sound, but his thrusts only continue. In spite of herself, her body reacts to him. She was already feeling mounting pleasure, due to her pleasant if confusing dream of her brother, and even the horror she woke too isn't enough to force it from her mind. Still, her eyes dart around the room, seeking salvation.

They light upon her dragonstone, and hope wells up within her. If she can reach the faintly glowing stone, she can change her shape. This assailant could never stand up to her draconic form, and so, she struggles. Finally, one hand slips through, the man’s frantic thrusts making him lose focus, and she reaches out… her fingertips manage to brush against the stone. She cries out, straining harder, and just as she thinks she might reach it, his hand closes over the faintly glowing stone.

“Now, now, trying to cut our fun short?” he asks, as his hand blocks both the light of the stone, and her final hope. “I've been waiting days for this, and you'll fuck just as good dead. So calm down, and enjoy yourself. Plain to see you already are, whore.”

But Corrin reaches up, frantically trying to snatch her salvation from him. She could shift now, without the stone, but she refuses to give in to her fear. The thought of who she might hurt is unbearable, she needs the stone to focus her energy.

“You want this rock pretty bad, huh?” he asks, and Corrin feels a shred of hope. Perhaps he doesn't know the power it holds! She looks up at him, pleading with her eyes, and he chuckles in response. “You can have it then!”

As he lifts the dragonstone, holding it point down, Corrin feels a brief flash of fear, as she realizes what he means. Sure enough, his arm comes crashing down, the sharp point of the stone digging into her. She cries out, even through her gag, as it breaks the thin skin over her breastbone. There's a crack, as it clatters against the bone, not quite breaking it, though the pain Corrin feels would suggest otherwise. But, his arm raises once more.

He strikes her with her salvation, again, and again, until her bone is cracked, weak. Tears stream down the princess’ face, as he raises the stone a final time. She knows she can't take another hit, and she also knows the look on his face. Sure enough, the stone rushes down once more, and this time, her bone is sundered. A sickening crunch fills the room, as her own dragonstone crashes through her chest, crushing her heart beneath its momentum.

The pain she feels is indescribable, but beneath it all, as her mind races to comprehend her imminent death, burning through what little oxygen it has left without her life's blood pumping through her veins, she feels him climax. She feels his seed enter her, and a choked sob is eaten up by the fabric of her panties.

Despite finishing, he gazes down, watching the life fade from her eyes, and continues pumping into her. His cock aches, as he strains his body, continuing to fuck her past his limit. He lifts her leg, attaining an ideal angle for fucking her. Just before the last life leaves her, she feels herself let go. Her body is too weak to fight her bladder any longer, and piss begins to rush out of her, soaking the assassin's legs, his cock, but for some reason that goads him on. In only a few more thrusts, he's there, spilling his seed into her corpse.

He reaches up, gingerly slipping the saliva-soaked panties from her mouth, and places them in his pocket. A thin stream of blood dribbles from her mouth, as her lifeless eyes gaze up at him. He leans down, pressing his lips to hers, and kisses his prey goodbye. So long as he can make it out of this strange pocket-dimension, King Garon's bounty on his traitorous daughter's head means the assassin will live the high life.