Awesome! Thanks for this, there just aren't enough good drowning fics on here. In fact, I've been thinking about writing some myself.

Anyways, keep up the good work!

Very nice stuff here!! Haven't read all of these, but there are definitely some good ones. :)

And Fates gives a lot of potential, what with the ability to capture and then recruit enemy units, you have a lot of generic characters that can be used. :)

I would like to see something with a generic Sky Knight by the name of Fumi, if possible. :)

Good times

Midori, Fire Emblem Fates
Non-con, rape, bondage, piss, humiliation, archery, snuff
I also want to start a series with the kids from Fates, usually what might happen if their parents don't show up to save the day. So, here's Midori.

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“I could stand here and complain about you dragging my name through the mud.” the curvy thief says, “But Candace is going to take the high road—and just say good-bye. You could try to take back your bag. But I'll warn you. I'm quick as a wink.”

And with their exchange ended, the woman departs, with Midori’s hard-earned Dragon Herbs in hand. Without hesitating, or waiting for her father and his allies to catch up, Midori takes off after her. True to her word, Candace is quick, darting through the forest with surprising speed. It takes all Midori has just to keep up, and Candace is definitely gaining ground. Of course, in all of her haste, all of her desperation to reclaim the highly rare reagent, Midori isn't quite as observant as she usually would be.

When she sees Candace standing in the center of a clearing, panting from her wild sprint, she charges in without thinking. As soon as she passes the trees that border the clearing, and steps into open ground, Candace drops the act, smirking wickedly. And a cudgel crashes into the back of Midori’s head, knocking her senseless. The last thing she sees is that damn smirk, coupled with the knowledge that she lost. That she'll never have the Dragon Herbs she hunted down for her father.

But Midori doesn't know yet just how much she's truly losing.

XXX

When Midori finally comes to, her head feels like it's splitting in half. The pain is unbearable, and only grows worse as her eyes flicker open, and light floods her vision. She's on the ground, sun beaming down on her, and she can feel the soft, warm grass beneath her. A quick glance to the side reveals the forest she dashed through so recklessly, and Midori sighs. She reaches for a pouch on her belt, hoping for a pinch of something to stop this throbbing in her temple, but finds she can't move an inch.

Her hands are bound beneath her, tied tightly at the wrists and the elbows. A quick test reveals the same holds true for her legs; rope holding her ankles and knees together.ether with no room for movement.

“Finally waking up, hm?” a familiar voice rings out. “You know, you did quite well to keep up with me. Very tenacious! But Candace can’t have anyone that can keep up with her up and moving, hm?”

“My dad and his friends are going to find you! And don’t worry, they’ll definitely be able to keep up with you!” Midori says, already more than fed up with this thief.

“Is that right? You mean those simpletons that are still searching miles away for you?” Candace says, glaring down at Midori in triumph. She kneels then, pinching the girl’s cheek. “I guess they didn’t expect you to chase after a renowned treasure hunter all on your own. Really, that wasn’t a smart move at all.”

“But you robbed me! You’re just a no good thief, and Midori can’t tolerate that!” Midori says, wishing her voice didn’t sound so small coming from so low.

“Oh, please. Candace is no thief! And I’ve got quite a respectable gang, as well. Don’t go selling me short!” Candace says, snapping her fingers. On cue, many unsavory characters begin stepping out of the shadows of the trees. Midori’s eyes widen, as she realizes just how much trouble she’s in. “See, little Midori? You really should have waited for some help. Now we get to have a lot of fun with you.”

“But… but… my Dragon Herbs… I worked so hard for them!” Midori protests, weakly. Gods, does her head hurt, and the stress of the situation only makes the pain worse.

“D’you hear that, boss? She worked hard for them,” one of the men sneers. “I guess that makes them worth your life then, huh?”

“W-what? M-my life?” Midori stammers, as the stakes grow higher than she imagined. They are rare herbs, to be sure, but would someone really kill for something like that?

“Well, I can’t exactly let you walk away and bring down the wrath of this oh-so-impressive father of yours, can I?” Candace says, shaking her head. She shrugs, before adding; “It’s the only solution, really.”

“No… No! I won’t tell them what you look like, or where you were! I’ll say I just got lost, and lost the herbs… and… and…” Midori begins, tears welling up. “I’m sorry!”

“Tsk, tsk. Where’s all that fire from earlier?” Candace asks. “I’m just a no good thief, as you say. Maybe Candace the Treasure Hunter would let you go, but you wouldn’t accept that.”

“I take it back!” Midori sobs, her voice cracking. “You’re a treasure hunter, and you can have the Dragon Herbs, just… let me go! Please?”

“Gods, can we shut this whelp up? Her whining is giving me a headache.” one of the thugs says, rubbing his head. Midori can’t help but doubt his head hurts as badly as hers, but the suspicious cudgel at his belt has her sympathy at an all time low.

“Yes, and I have just the thing! I’ll keep her really quiet while you boys have some fun. Isn’t she just adorable? We’ve really caught ourselves a good one!” Candace says, looking Midori over.

“Wh-what? What are you going to do!?” Midori asks, deeply concerned by Candace’s words. There’s only so many ways a bunch of thugs can have “fun” with her, and none of them are good. Especially not with the hungry edge in Candace’s eyes, matched eerily by the hunger in the eyes of her gang.

The treasure hunter stands, then, and begins removing her panties from beneath her skirt. Midori’s eyes widen, finding the act entirely out of place for the situation. But as Candace works the cloth down her legs, and over her boots, Midori feels a growing sense of dread. Whatever’s going on can’t be good, she at least knows that much.

And as Candace finishes, she makes her way toward Midori, and stands over her. She squats, then, positioning herself above Midori’s face, and giving the young apothecary quite the view of her folds, which are by now wet with her excitement.

“What?! Please, stop, what are you doi-” Midori begins, but Candace lowers herself, pushing her cunt onto Midori’s face, and muffling her protests. With how tightly she’s bound, Midori can’t even struggle as Candace grinds against her, and as the treasure hunter’s weight bears down on her.

“With all the wagging you’ve done with that tongue, I think it’s time you put it to better use!” Candace says, then chuckles. “Alright, boys, do whatever you want with her, so long as it doesn’t interrupt our quality time. Oh, and do save anything really nasty for me, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” one of them says, as he pulls a knife from his belt. He goes to work on the ropes binding Midori’s legs, freeing her for a moment. Before she notices she can move, distracted as she is by Candace’s rough grinding, two more thugs have grabbed her, spreading her legs apart. The first goes to work on her clothes, stripping her, cutting the clothes away when necessary. Before long, Midori is exposed, and can feel cool air on her belly, her legs, and worst of all… on her virgin folds.

“Any objections to me breaking her in?” the thug asks, and due to whatever pecking order the gang has, it seems there are none. Midori isn’t sure if she wishes she could see what’s coming, or prefers the view of Candace’s ass that takes up her entire field of vision. At the moment, she’s far too distracted either way, gasping for breath whenever Candace lets up, and praying the thief doesn’t smother her here and now. Despite how hopeless things seem, surely Kaze will come and rescue her.

Though, as Midori feels the tip of the thug’s cock pressing against her cunt, she finds herself wishing her father would be a bit quicker. Much quicker, actually, coming in at this exact moment to save his daughter’s purity… and for a moment, everything seems to freeze. Time stretches out, like a blade pulling from its sheath. Then, the thug grunts. And his cock is forced into her sheath. Midori is nothing if not small, and the man’s thrust is far from gentle. She feels herself stretch to accommodate his girth, as her virginity is stolen from her.

She cries out, but the sound is engulfed by Candace’s folds, only furthering the pleasure of the woman who got her in this mess. She moans, then, obviously pleased with the pained sound coming from beneath her.

“Ah, that felt delightful! Be as rough as you want, boys, this one’s a squealer!” she says, grinding even harder. Again, Midori wishes she could take something, just one pinch of her concoctions could dull all this pain, could help her relax… perhaps, with enough, she could be free from all of this. She’s yanked from those thoughts abruptly, as the man grunts with effort, fucking her even harder, even faster. Between the motions of both Candace and her thug, Midori can hardly think straight, hardly breathe, and it goes on for what feels like an eternity.

Finally, the man groans, and Midori feels a wet heat spilling into her strained cunt. He stays in, for a moment, but it doesn’t take long for one of his comrades to grab him by the shoulder, yanking him out of her nearly as roughly as he went in.

“Turns up, I’m next,” the man says, and Midori is only given a moment to rest before he’s taken the other thug’s place. With a thrust, he’s in, and somehow this one seems even larger than the other. Midori whimpers, and Candace moans, and it all starts again. Sometime during this man’s thrusts, Candace cries out, and Midori feels her trembling on top of her, the weight growing worse as her legs threaten to give out.

“Now, now, Midori. You can do better down there!” Candace says, once she regains her composure. “I hardly feel that wicked tongue of yours, you know! If you do good enough, we might let you live as our little toy!”

Somehow, that threat gives Midori hope. Whatever the circumstances, if she can survive, her father might find her and save her. With her life on the line, she opens her mouth wider, and begins lapping at Candace’s cunt. The woman moans, grinding even harder as the pleasure she feels is magnified, but it is difficult for Midori to focus or keep up any sort of rhythm as she’s fucked mercilessly by the man between her legs. Her body can hardly handle the cock that’s forced into her, and the pain she feels is incredible, almost like her cunt is tearing from the strain.

Then, a new sound escapes Candace’s lips. More of a gasp than anything else, and Midori is shocked to find a sudden heat filling her mouth. It’s a strange taste, and judging by the scent, it can only be one thing. The offending liquid rushes into her mouth, and Midori can do nothing but swallow as Candace’s piss spills into her. Any attempt to spit it out, or to hold it in her mouth, would only end in her choking on the hot liquid, and likely anger Candace either way. Still, she feels a wave of shame, of embarrassment, swallowing the other woman’s piss. Especially when the men surrounding her catch on, and laugh and jeer, hurling insults at her.

From there, things only get worse. When Candace has had enough, Midori is lifted. One man takes her ass, another her mouth. Others make her stroke them off, coming wherever they like on her naked body, while others piss on her. By the time she passes out, Midori has serviced countless of the gang, but still others wait for a turn, while some are eager for a second round. Her last thought is of her father, and how he should be here any second now, before her vision fades.

XXX

When she wakes for the second time, Midori finds herself bound to a tree. The sun has fallen, and the clearing is cold. Her skin is bare, and her body aches. Midori is sure they fucked her countless times while she was out, and the pain she feels seems to confirm that. Still, judging by the empty clearing, it seems they’ve simply left her for dead. Not as bad as it could be, she supposes. This way, it should be easy for her to be found, and the torment will finally end.

But then, a familiar figure steps in front of her. A woman clad in pink, now holding a wicked looking bow in her hands. Midori trembles at the sight of her, bound as she is. Again, there’s that damn smirk, and Midori knows she didn’t do well enough. Either that, or the promise was false to begin with.

“I… I’m sorry... “ she says, weakly. “Please. I tried, wasn’t I good enough?”

“You were pretty good, honestly. And the whole gang would agree on that, I think, they each took at least two turns. Not to mention you drank my piss pretty willingly, and that’s rare,” Candace says, “You must be pretty freaky, to have done all that.”

“I didn’t like it or anything!” Midori shouts, her voice cracking. “I… I mean…”

“Now, now, that attitude is exactly why I brought my bow. We really can’t let you live, Midori.”

“Please,” Midori begs, weakly. “I’ll… I’ll do anything! Just let me live.”

Candace notches an arrow, and pulls it back. That smirk never wavers, even as she takes aim. Even as she lets loose the arrow, and it finds its mark in Midori’s shoulder. The impact comes first, causing Midori to gasp. Then, comes the pain. It’s blinding, unbearable, and so hot as agony radiates from her pierced shoulder. Tears well up, blurring her vision, but she can still see Candace pull another arrow from her quiver.

“Please!” Midori shouts, but the next arrow hits her in the stomach, tearing through her before burying itself in the tree behind her. Midori’s extensive knowledge as an apothecary makes her very much aware of how lethal damage to the abdomen is. And how slow of a death it is. But Candace does not let up. Another arrow is let loose, and another, neither missing their mark. One hits her thigh, the other, her chest, bouncing off her sternum. The fifth slips between her ribs, piercing a lung, and finally putting an end to her crying.

All Midori can manage now is soft, desperate pleading, her breath ragged and weak. Blood oozes from each of the punctures, slowed only by the shafts still stuck within her. Again, Midori knows just how much time each of those shafts give her, not sure if she should be grateful or curse the time she has left to suffer. One more arrow strikes her, again tearing through her stomach, before Candace has spent all she’s brought.

“Oh, dear, I really should have brought more arrows, hm?” she muses, before approaching her target.

“P-please… please…” Midori manages, blood spraying from her mouth with each word.

“We both know it’s far too late, now. Don’t we?” Candace says. “Besides, you’re such a good target. I’m just getting my arrows back.”

And with that, she tugs each of the shafts from Midori, allowing the blood to flow more freely. She lingers for a moment, trailing one of the arrowheads down MIdori’s abdomen, slowly guiding it to her cunt. She presses the tip against her, and Midori breathes in sharply. With a whimper, she loses control of her bladder, pissing herself. Candace walks away, laughing derisively as she takes aim once more.

Again, all of her arrows find their mark. By the end, another is buried in Midori’s stomach, with two more in her shoulder and thigh. The fourth ruins her final lung, and the fifth manages to strike her in the cunt, but by now Midori can hardly feel the pain. The sixth, almost mercifully, is aimed at her face. It slips into her eye with ease, piercing her brain and suddenly it all comes to an end. Midori twitches, her body spasming and straining against her bonds, as her life slips away.

Candace turns, then, leaving the young apothecary’s body for whoever - or whatever - might find it. She pats the pouch at her waist, eager to find a buyer for the Dragon Herbs resting there. The Dragon Herbs that a young girl already paid such a high cost for.

>>10727
Nicely done

Any chance of some karma murder when Kaze and his wife find out about this. Man Oboro would impale her on a polearm

Again, very interesting stories

Any chance you can do some consensual scenes? Warriors ending their lives on their own terms, things like that?

>>10758
Thats an interesting some I don't want to die a virgin moments cause there would have been alot if RNGesus had anything to say about it

>>10822

Yeah, those would be good. :)

Actually, the guy who drew the Sakura pics has a some more Fire Emblem stuff, including a new one with Mist

In case you're looking for new ideas.

>>10869
Got a link?

GCs being weird and won't let me post links. He's called uwfan tomson, just look him up on deviant. But yeah, he's got drowning sets for Mist, Sakura, and Hana from FE.

Bump in hope of an update, preferably a consensual one. :)

The Price of Seclusion
Olivia, Fire Emblem Awakening, Heroes-verse
Non-con, throat-fucking, gutting, ryona

XXX

If Olivia thought finding a place to practice her dancing was difficult among the Shepherds, then it’s impossible in Askr! Sure, the Order of Heroes is nice enough; a massive collection of heroes from all times and realms, but there’s really not much in the way of privacy. What places there are that offer solitude are often already claimed, but the shy dancer does her best to stake them from time to time. After all, her dancing is invaluable, as Kiran has told her on multiple occasions.

Today, by chance, one of her favorite locations is unclaimed. It’s an old store room, in the depths of the castle. It may be a bit musty, but it’s empty enough, and well lit by putting flame to just a couple torches. It’s just roomy enough for her to dance freely, without worrying about being watched, or interrupted. So, breathing a sigh of relief that her impromptu studio is all hers, Olivia begins.

XXX

Valter keeps a close eye on the pink-haired dancer these days. Since his summoning, the Moonstone can’t help but feel a bit… off. He’s a hunter, after all, and hunters aren’t meant to be cooped up for long. His instincts run wild, a certain hunger rushing through his veins, and Valter finds himself stalking and planning before he truly realizes what it is he is doing.

When she sets off on her own, a defenseless member of the herd slipping away from safety, the hunter is close behind. And once she dances, he watches. Her movements remind him of her languid form on the battlefield, though without the grim determination of her performance being life or death. Instead, she smiles softly, blissfully unaware that perhaps this performance means more than she can imagine.

XXX

Olivia hums to herself as she moves, flowing through the room like a gentle breeze. The cool air grows even colder, as sweat beads up on her skin from her efforts. After several practices of her routine, she tires, panting and leaning against a cold stone wall. So tired is she, and her breathing so loud, she doesn’t hear the door slowly push open.

She does hear the heavy footfalls of the wyvern rider, however, as he strolls into the room. Olivia straightens up quickly, whirling to face the door, and the intruder who disturbs her solace.

“My, my, what a delicious little treat I’ve found! And I thought this store-room was emptied ages ago,” Valter says, shutting the door behind him. There’s a certain finality to his actions as he slides the bolt home, securing it.

“Uhm… I-I’m sorry, I was sort of in the middle of practicing down here. V-Valter, isn’t it? I don’t really like having an audience… if that’s okay…” Olivia stammers, doing her best to tell the off-putting man to make his exit.

“Oh? But your outfit is so revealingly alluring, while your dance is enticing. It is enough to drive a man mad, you know!” the Moonstone says, closing the distance between them. Reflexively, Olivia takes a step back, and is quickly reminded of the wall that stands behind her. The stone is as cold and unfeeling as this man’s eyes, and Olivia feels a chill run down her spine.

“P-please, it’s not like that! I only want to practice in peace…” she says, not daring to wonder at what this man wants from her. Yet, he comes closer, and closer, and closer. Until his hand is on her shoulder, fingers digging into her flesh. He opens his mouth to speak, and Olivia can feel the heat of his breath.

“Perhaps I want some practice as well. Would you deny me that, Olivia?” Valter asks, and at the use of her name, the dancer stiffens. He must have been watching her closely for some time, to pick up her name.

“I-I can go, then. This room’s all yours! I’ll just be leaving now, and…” Valter’s grip tightens, then, as he pulls Olivia toward him, only to shove her back against the wall, knocking the air from her.

“I simply cannot practice alone, Olivia! That wouldn’t do me any good at all,” he says, and Olivia feels all hope drain away. His name finally clicks. Valter, the Moonstone. Referred to (behind his back of course) as a beast, someone you absolutely do not want to cross paths with. As panic seizes her heart, Olivia takes leave of her senses.

She tries to bolt. Kicking away from the wall with all the strength her slender legs can muster, she runs, heading for the door in a frantic sprint. Valter's hand, however, strikes out quick as a snake’s bite, grabbing her by the wrist. It isn't hard for him to overpower her, then, dragging her back toward him and then flinging her to the stone floor.

“P-please, don't do this!” Olivia begs. “I'll do anything, just let me go!”

She cowers on the floor, legs splayed out, trembling in fear. She wonders if she should try to scramble to her feet, to flee again, but before she can Valter is standing over her.

“I won't just let my prey walk out of here. I've spent a long time, getting you alone. Lining everything up,” Valter says, as he raises one foot. Olivia looks up in horror, as he slams it down, stomping on her ankle, and she hears a crunch long before the pain hits her. “You'll not get away!”

She turns her head, as the pain explodes through her mind, forcing bile up from her stomach. She turns her head, as she retches, vomit splattering onto the floor. Olivia groans, then, the pain crashing into her in waves. But Valter only reaches down, dragging her up by her hair. She balances, shakily, on one leg, not daring to put weight on her shattered ankle.

“Now, dance for me! Amuse me!” Valter commands, and Olivia's eyes widen.

“I… I can't! You ruined my leg, I can't do anything with it…” Olivia protests, but Valter gives her a look that quickly silences her.

“Dance, or die. I'll get my entertainment one way or another, lovely Olivia. And I promise, I'll ruin a lot more before I take your life. Do you think you'll come back if I kill you down here, like in battle?” Valter muses, Olivia still trembling from pain and fear. “If that's the case, you'll be my new plaything. I'll kill you again, and again, and again! A fresh toy each time you come back!”

Olivia whimpers, despair and hopelessness mingling in the depths of her heart. Still, she sees no option other than giving in. Tentatively, she puts a little weight on her shattered ankle, and the pain she feels is far too great for her to manage any sort of dance.

“I… I can't put any weight on that leg. I'm sorry…” she murmurs, her voice hardly above a whisper, as tears begin streaming down her face.

“You're not going to try? Even with your life on the line?” Valter asks, “I'd think that might give even a weakling like you some determination.”

“It's impossible…” Olivia says, and as soon as the words leave her mouth, Valter is upon her again. He drags her toward the wall, not concerned for her injured leg in the least. He shoves her up against the unforgiving stone, and begins ripping at the meagre fabric she wears. It takes him only a moment, until she's standing naked in the room.

She whimpers, as his warm hands probe at her, groping her breasts, slipping between her legs to tease at her entrance. He even grabs her ass, feeling the firmness of her rear, and gently pushing a finger against her ass. Without warning, he shoves his finger into her, and Olivia cries out. What sort of man would do such a thing, she wonders, but that thought is short lived as Valter pushes his lips against hers, kissing her with a surprising passion.

Olivia does not kiss back, she only keeps still, taking whatever he forces on her. Somehow, her utter refusal to react only spurs Valter on, and he continues fingering her ass as he works his cock free with his other hand. He breaks the “kiss” then, only to lean down, and bite at her neck. He bites hard, and Olivia cries out again, but then his finger pulls out, and both hands rest on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees.

She stumbles, nearly toppling over, as she tries to maneuver around her ankle, but Valter holds her steady. Once she's down, she's at eye level with his hard cock, and it doesn't take her long to think of what's next.

“Open wide,” Valter says, forcing his tip against her lips. Instead, Olivia clenches her jaw, not allowing him entry. Things have escalated so quickly, and all she can manage is this pathetic resistance, but she doesn't want to make it easy for him, even under the threat of death. Naturally, this angers Valter. “Hm, resisting? Perhaps you have a spine after all.”

With that remark, he pulls back, and Olivia feels brief relief. But then he rears back further, his hand balling into a fist, and he punches her, his fist striking her right eye. The impact is enough to force her back, and the dancer's head smacks against the stone wall behind her, causing her vision to swim with stars. She can't help but open her mouth to groan, and Valter's fingers dig into her hair, pulling her head up as he forces his cock into her mouth.

Olivia frantically pushes against his legs, nails scrabbling against the cloth of his pants, but can make no purchase. And as he tips forward, thrusting into her mouth, Olivia can only whimper. He shows no mercy, tipping her head back and sliding his cock down her tight throat. Olivia finds she cannot breathe, as Valter begins roughly fucking her throat, causing her to gag with each thrust.

The pink-haired beauty continues pushing at him, but Valter is far stronger than her, even at her best. With his cock down her throat, Olivia's lungs begin to burn. She needs air, but nothing she does can stop the wyvern rider from using her how he sees fit. As she grows more and more frantic, she only grows weaker, and before long her hands drop, the room begins to spin.

Still, Valter fucks her. The last sensation she feels, before her eyes flutter shut and she loses consciousness, is the heat of Valter's seed, spilling down her throat into her stomach.

XXX


Olivia’s eyes flutter open, slowly. Or, rather, one does. Her other eye is nearly swollen shut, and she struggles to so much as crack the lid open. Her mouth is dry, her throat is sore, and her ankle still pulses with a dull, constant ache. All in all, the dancer can tell the horror she went through in that basement warehouse was no dream. She moves her head slowly, glancing out the window to find that night has fallen over Askr.

The window itself shows she’s no longer in the lower portions of the castle, and the soft bed she lies upon is a further indication she is in someone’s quarters. For a brief second, she hopes someone rescued her. But an attempt to move her arm quickly reveals she is bound to the bed. The dancer can hardly move an inch, and immediately realizes that her attacker has simply hidden her away in his room.

Her heart begins to race, as she searches the room for Valter. At the moment, he seems to be gone. Desperate for some sort of rescue, Olivia attempts to cry out, to scream for aid. All she can manage in the end, however, is a hoarse whisper. She has no way of knowing, but even once she passed out, Valter continued fucking her throat, working it completely raw as he rammed his cock into her over and over, finishing within her several times. With her hope of alerting someone gone, Olivia begins pulling at her bonds, trying to yank herself free, but the ropes are too strong, and the knots too tight.

Her situation is utterly hopeless, and once the dancer realizes this, she begins quietly sobbing. Has no one noticed her absence? There are several of her within the Heroes serving the order, a fact that is still odd to her, and many of them are better trained than she. As she dwells on this, the door to the room creaks open, and Valter returns to his quarters.

“Ah, my prey is finally awake? Fantastic,” he says, and Olivia couldn’t disagree more.

“P-please,” she whispers, her voice hardly audible. “Water?”

“Oh, hm. Yes, I would imagine you’re thirsty. And I’m sure your throat hurts, yes?” Valter says, approaching her. He casually rests a hand on her shattered ankle, squeezing it, and forcing Olivia to squirm beneath his touch. If she could muster enough of a voice to scream, she would, but her mouth only opens in a soundless wail. “Keep your mouth open, just like that, and I’ll get you something to drink. Do be sure and close your eyes, though.”

Olivia does as she’s told, far beyond the point of futile resistance. Keeping her eyes closed, she can hardly see anything, but notices his shadow blocking the light before her. She hears him fumbling, hopefully reaching for a glass of water, and before she knows it, liquid is pouring into her mouth. She’s so parched that she begins frantically gulping it down, hardly noticing how warm it is, or the strange taste. That is, until Valter begins chuckling, then full on laughing as the liquid stops. She opens her eyes to find him gazing down at her, cock in hand, still aimed into her open mouth.

She drank his piss. She opened her mouth, and willingly drank this beast’s piss. Olivia cries out, turning her head to retch, to vomit it all back up, but Valter rushes over, slapping his hand across her mouth. Olivia has no choice but to swallow his piss, now mixed with her bile, and remnants of his come, a second time. She shudders, as the taste overwhelms her. Yet, the humiliation of it all does something to her, and the dancer feels a slight heat between her legs.

“Did that hit the spot?” Valter asks, laughing. Olivia only looks away, not able to meet his gaze. She’s suddenly very aware of her nakedness, as he stand over her, his eyes crawling over her body. Before long, her begins working her bonds loose. She knows better than to get her hopes up, and sure enough, he’s only changing her position. He forces her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed, and quickly ties her in such a way that she cannot move in the slightest.

“L-let me go… I won’t tell anyone about any of this, I promise!” she says, her voice finally returning, thanks to her horrible drink.

“Now, now, where’s the fun in that?” Valter asks, climbing into the bed behind her. He kneels down, and leans in, pressing his face against her cunt. Without warning, he buries his tongue in her folds, and begins eating her out. The small seed of arousal her humiliation planted within Olivia grows, as he delves into her with an expert’s tenacity. She’s even more humiliated by how incredible it feels, as no man has ever pleasured her like this, and she finds that she can only resist for a matter of moments, before she’s crying out in pleasure. When she finishes riding the waves of her climax, tears streaming down her face from the shame of it all, he simply buries his face in her again. And again.

Each time he manages to bring her to orgasm, Olivia feels a new wave of humiliation, of shame, though she has to admit it lessens each time. By the time he pulls back, she’s soaking wet, a mix of his saliva and her own fluids. The pain of her ankle and her eye have all but faded, replaced by the pleasure he’s forced her into, and as he works his cock free, Olivia finds her eyes glued to it. She wants him inside of her, after all that damn teasing, even though she knows that’s the furthest thing from what she truly wants, her body betrays her.

Not that Valter cares either way. He mounts her, unceremoniously, and shoves his cock into her. It is her first time, and despite how much work he put into preparing his prey, it is far from enough. Olivia squirms as much as her bonds allow as he fucks her, stretching her with each thrust, straining her body. Olivia can feel her folds tightening around him, holding him in, her body eager for his seed. In spite of the pleasure she feels, the dancer is disgusted by how easily he’s forced her to enjoy this.

“Y-you won’t get away with this…” she mutters, though the protest is weak, interspersed with moans as it is.

“Oh, please. As if anyone will ever notice you’re gone. I picked the weakest of you Olivias on purpose, you know. Some of the others might have provided more sport, but you were the safe bet. A perfect little plaything, hm?” Valter says. “I have a lot to test, you know. If the magic that keeps us coming back to life out there works in here… well, you could be a lot of fun.”

Suddenly, Valter produces a wicked looking knife. The blade is serrated, designed for rending flesh, and Olivia’s eyes widen in shock. He continues fucking her, showing no mercy and driving her closer and closer to another climax, even as he presses the tip of the knife between her breasts. He only pushes enough to pinch, at first, to lightly poke into her soft flesh. But as the first bead of bright red blood rushes out of her, standing out against her pale skin, Valter wants more.

“P-please, don’t. Don’t!” Olivia begs, but the knife stays. Despite her growing fear, the dancer is driven over the edge. As she cries out, her whimper broken and pathetic, Valter raises the blade. He adjusts his aim, and brings the dagger slashing down, starting just below her ribs and working his way down. It slices through her flesh easily, and Olivia’s whimper becomes a scream, as hot pain dominates her senses. Valter’s thrusts continue, even as he reaches into the wound, pulling her flesh aside and reaching into his prey.

Blood oozes out of her, covering his hand, his body, his bed, as Valter takes hold of her intestines. With a look of manic glee, he yanks them from her body, allowing them to spill out of the wound, and Olivia’s eyes widen, gazing down at the cavity he’s opened up in her. As he tears into her again and again, Valter finishes, and Olivia can barely feel the sensation of his seed spilling into her, over the blinding pain.

As she loses more and more blood, everything seems to move further away. Yes, Valter is cutting away at her, but it feels like it’s someone else. Everything seems to peaceful, even as her life fades away. Olivia’s eyes slowly flutter shut, but this time, it is no mere loss of consciousness. This time, she is dying. Somehow, even that thought seems so very far away, despite it being her last.

XXX

Valter toys with her corpse for some time. The Moonstone is eager to see what happens with her, whether she returns to life, how long it takes, what state she’ll be in after. And while he waits, what better way is there to pass the time than enjoying what warmth remains in that fit body of hers? Needless to say, Valter doesn’t truly care if she ever dances again. Besides, Askr is filled with countless other specimen, prey that no one would miss were they to… disappear.

Would you be willing to do a consensual snuff story? Like a seppuku, or perhaps someone willingly hanging to death, or something like that?

>>11036
I keep thinking about Faye committing suicide and Silque comforts the loss of her friend with the body before either leaving or joining her in death

>>11058

That'd work. :)

Remeber the paladin who betrays us in Sacred Stones to revive his wife that necro fuel right there could have him spend is last moments with her right before Ephrim puts him down

>>11058
There really is not enough suicide is FE I mean Awakening lost world would be all about killing yourself like Lucina killing or being killed by Servera before offing herself is like my dream fic or pic

>>11134
Considering this is the first dark thread for FE i have seen there is not enough anything but I have never seen a suicide fe pic or fic

>>11144

I've never seen any FE Suicide Fics or pics either. And I really think it's something that is missing. I really hope someone will do something like that. :)

Bump in hope of a consensual FE story. :)

Hope you come back soon was over in images and there was an update of veiled616 I want to ask if you do fic of pics

>>11469

If it's one of Veiled616's, I'd be happy to take a crack at it. I'm such a huge fan, that art is such a blessing. Which one was it?

>>11477
Sully as anon said there is just not enough stuff or any of her being bested . Love to read her lose and get done

>>11481
>>11477
I always thought that armor look like a bowl

>>11477

How about Tana or Camilla?

>>11481
>>11483
Honestly all three of these sound fun. I love that the Veiled616 pictures are usually kind of the aftermath, so writing it actually happening would be cool. I'll see what I can do!

>>11484
My body is ready when you are

A Fatal Mistake
Sully, Fire Emblem Fates
Non-con, decapitation, bukkake, impalement
Based off of Veiled616's art of Sully. Hopefully it lives up to such legendary work!

XXX

Robin’s strategy is simple; send highly skilled and mobile Shepherds to hold key passes, harrying the approach of Plegian reinforcements while the bulk of the Ylissean force fights the main Plegian force in the area. Of course, “hold” is used loosely, by no means does the tactician expect the a single Shepherd to hold an entire pass on their own, but through hit and run tactics and intimidation, they should at least be able to hold the enemy back, allowing their comrades precious time to fight the Plegians that have already taken the field.

Naturally, Sully is one of Robin’s first choices. The Ylissean knight is incredibly skilled, with years of training under her belt. Beyond that, she has experience in the field, and often holds her own against multiple opponents from horseback, using a potent combination of lance and sword. With the highest of trust, the tactician sends her to one of four passes. Frederick, Stahl, and Tharja (not quite as mobile as the other three, her fearsome hexes and other dark magics more than make up the deficit) to the other passes, reserving the rest of the Shepherds for the battle at hand.

XXX

Sully isn’t exactly happy about her assignment. Sure, it shows that Robin has a great deal of trust in her, but it also keeps her away from the front lines. Routing a group of Plegian militia that may or may not even use the pass she’s assigned to seems like a waste of her talents. She has enough faith in Robin to stick to the task, of course, but she plans on giving the tactician a piece of her mind when they all join back up after the battle. It's only a matter of time before this riff-raff is history, especially considering the very reinforcements Sully is guarding against are mostly conscripted from the general Plegian citizenship.

Farmers and merchants that meet once or twice a year for “military drills” could never stand against professionally trained soldiers like Sully or her fellow Shepherds, and the cavalier is quite confident of her superiority. She stands in a narrow clearing, with treacherous cliffs blocking either side. Behind her is the battleground the Plegian forces chose to make their stand, and ahead is one of the few passes through the surrounding mountains. If the Plegian's are counting on reinforcements, it's likely they'll have to get through Sully first.

Still, there's no sign of movement on either horizon. The redhead stretches, standing beside her trusted steed and steeling herself for whatever may come. Her armor and the ornamentations of her lance are a vibrant red, perfectly matching her fiery hair, and years of training have given her a perfectly toned body. A body which, when coupled with her sharp instincts, is renowned for its lethality on the field of battle.

For now, however, she can't help but feel wound up. Pacing, stretching, occasionally taking a drink from her waterskin… nothing takes the edge off, as she waits for a foe who may never come. After what feels like an eternity, however, she hears voices echoing off the cliffs. Sound carries far up here, but Sully still feels her heart begin to race. Finally! Some action!

XXX

The knight mounts her horse quickly, settling into her saddle with practiced ease. With a quick spur of her heels, she guides her steed towards the voices, eager to rout them as soon as possible. She doesn’t even consider waiting around a second longer, or perhaps seeking out a vantage point. It’s not like Plegian militia would stand a chance against her, either way.

And, sure enough, as soon as they are in her sight, Sully can’t help but snort in derision. A squadron makes its way through the pass, though their marching formation hardly earns them any sort of respect. The farmers-turned-soldiers are loosely packed, clumping up into whatever friend groups they may have rather than holding to a square formation. Eyeing the wide spaces between each group, the way the inexperienced men bunch up, Sully begins to revel in how easy this will be.

Instead of slowing her mount’s approach, she spurs it on harder, driving the beast up to incredible speed. She feels wind rushing past her, as she bears down on the enemy troops, lance parallel to the ground, already seeking out her first targets. Already, she’s wondering how surprised Robin and the other Shepherd’s will be, when she returns victorious, completely crushing a group that wholly outnumbers her.

The first to notice her approach is a Plegian captain, the poor soldier tasked with maintaining some semblance of order in a group of poorly trained riffraff. Unfortunately for him, he is the only trained soldier in the bunch, and the only one with any experience of battle under his belt. Needless to say, his cry of warning is not heeded. The steady hoof-falls of Sully’s mount serve only to confuse the Plegian militia, who expected no real opposition until they reach the battle itself.

Before they can react, her lance has claimed several of their number, finding their vitals with deadly precision. The troops watch in horror as friends, brothers, and cousins are claimed left and right. As they all hail from the same general areas, this red, mounted opponent quickly raises their ire. What was once a minor inconvenience, a far off battle they wanted no part in, is now a bloodbath claiming some of their closest friends. Yet their lack of training and Sully’s mounted advantage make any attempt at striking back useless.

The captain tries desperately to rally his troops, to draw them in to make a stand, but his orders go unheeded. Meanwhile, Sully makes pass after pass, claiming more of their number each time. The exhilaration she feels reaches an almost fever-pitch. It’s thrilling, cutting down men who would likely look down on her if they had seen her before this engagement.

“Come on, you lot of cowards! You sure as hell can’t outrun her, so you might as well try to fight!” the captain bellows, and the intensity of his words, along with the obvious truth behind them, is finally enough to spur his inexperienced troops into motion. They begin to fall in together, but even this is not enough to deter Sully.

Instead, she sets her sights on the captain himself. Sure, he’s likely experienced, but he’s still one soldier. If she takes him down, what little resolve this band of fools has grown will crumple in an instant. So, as her steed reaches its top speed, the rush of the wind pushes her on. She grows closer, closer, scoffing at the poor stance of her opponent. He must not be experienced after all, holding his lance in such a sloppy fashion. The shaft of the heavy spear is dragging the ground, almost as if he can’t support the weight on his own.

Sully grows even more confident, surging forward with reckless abandon, eager to end this little skirmish and return to the main force of the Shepherds. As she approaches the captain, her lance trained at the opening just above his breastplate, she smirks. Of course, none of them stood a chance against a knight like her. But when her lance should be rending the flesh of his neck, it meets only empty air. At the last second, the captain rolls to the side, dodging her furious charge.

In her confidence, Sully failed to notice one crucial detail. The lance her opponent held had no need of his grip, as he had forced it into the earth, bracing it at an angle. The momentum of her mount is too great, even if Sully had noticed, and now it is far too late. The lance pierces the breast of her horse, causing the great beast to scream in terror, its momentum snapping the shaft of the lance easily.

Of course, with the remainder of the weapon buried deep in its vitals, this does the beast no good. It manages a few shuddering gallops forward, before losing its footing. Sully has no time to react, as her mount pitches forward, throwing her from her saddle. In her shock, she loses grip of her own lance, and it tumbles away from her, embedding its tip in the earth. Then, it is her turn to crash against the earth, hearing a concerning crack as she does,

“Ughh…” she groans, dazed by her impact with the ground. It takes her only a second to come to her senses, knowing that she has no time to spare, surrounded by enemies as she is. She gets her feet beneath her, pushing herself up, relieved to find she is largely unharmed, beyond a few scrapes or bruises. A quick glance down, however, reveals a crack in one of the seams of her armor, greatly compromising her breastplate. Not that she has time to worry about that, as the captain and his militia close in. Sully draws her sword, confident with her skill on foot just as she was on horseback.

But confidence can’t do much against overwhelming numbers. She manages to cut down several more Plegians as they approach, but eventually one lands a kick to the back of her knee, forcing her down. Still, she slashes at her opponents’ legs, until one finally manages to knock the blade from her hand. Disarmed, surrounded, and forced to her knees, Sully finally slows her struggles.

“Damn! Can’t believe you bastards bested me…” she mutters, seeking the face of the man who outsmarted her among the numerous survivors. Of course, by the time she spots him, she’s filled with worry over the intense hatred emanating from each and every man she’s left alive. “Guess you’ve got one hell of a prisoner now, huh?”

“You could say that,” the captain says, glaring down at her. “You caused us a lot of trouble, you know. Surprised to find you’re so cute, now that you’re not careening up and down the field.”

“Oh gods, spare me that crap,” Sully answers, shaking her head.

“I won’t be ‘sparing’ you anything, considering how little mercy you showed the men under my command. As you can probably guess, a lot of the men you didn’t kill were somewhat close to those you did. And they want a bit of revenge,” the captain says, and Sully’s eyes fill with rage nearly matching those of the survivors. It’s not hard to pick up on his implications. “I might just let them loose their frustrations on you.”

“And harm a prisoner? You Plegian’s are dogs, you know that?” Sully says, spitting the word Plegian.

“King Gangrel made one thing abundantly clear;” the captain says, :we are to take no prisoners.”

Sully’s heart drops at those words. She knew that her mistake would cost her dearly, but… her life? Is that truly what this man is implying? It’s unbelievable, but the bloodlust in his eyes is impossible to deny. One quick glance is enough to remind her that the same lust shines in the eyes of all his troops. And suddenly, his boot is pressed against her chest, kicking sharply and forcing her onto her back.

“Do your worst,” Sully says, trying to sound tougher than she feels. “You’ll not get the pleasure of seeing me beg.”

“I don’t really care if you beg or not,” he says, motioning for one of his men to grab her wrists. “It’ll feel the same either way.”

And with that threat, he works a dagger free from his belt, and begins cutting away at the tight, black cloth of her shorts. It makes quick work of the fabric, and the sudden cool air on the flesh of her cunt is enough to send a shiver down her spine. Then, the captain works his cock free from his trousers, and spits onto his hand, before working the saliva onto himself.

“What are you-” Sully starts, but it takes him no time at all to push himself onto her. He lines his cock up with her bare entrance, and forces the tip into her. His saliva is a very poor lubricant, and Sully hurts as he pushes his way into her. With his men jeering all around him, it takes the captain no time at all to force his entire length into her virgin body. Sully groans, the pain forcing her words away, as she begins to wish that lance had pierced her chest, rather than that of her mount.

He falls into a rough rhythm, showing her no mercy as he uses her body as a plaything. Fucking her eagerly, with no abandon, relishing each whimper he draws out of the fit woman. All he can think of is how unstoppable she seemed, how confident, as she rode across the battlefield, and compare that to how she is now; forced onto her back, completely helpless as he rapes her. The thought spurs him on, making it difficult to hold back, until finally he reaches his climax. With a grunt, he comes, his seed spilling into her.

“Gods, you’re a good fuck. As much as we need to hurry on, I want each and every man here to take a turn with you. That oughta set their minds at ease, eh?” the captain says, pulling out. “They lost friends, family… but you might at least ease their loss.”

XXX

Sully’s life devolves into nothing but pain, and humiliation. The countless troops she had faced with such confidence descend upon her helpless form, raping her without mercy, and without rest. By the end, she can hardly think straight. Her breastplate is shattered completely, leaving her perky breasts exposed to the cool mountain air, something many of the men take advantage of. Pinching, biting at her nipples, while thrusting into her ass or her cunt… each man has some sick variation as he releases the tension the battle caused upon her. By the last man, Sully only wishes it would all come to an end. But, true to her word, she never begs.

That is, until the captain approaches her prone form. By now, she lacks the strength to resist, even without her arms held. She can only watch, as he grows closer. Something familiar is in his hand, but it takes her some time to register her own lance. And then, the look on his face. Something in her succumbs to panic, then.

“P-please… what are you going to do with that?” She asks, worry plain on her face. Of course, her voice is rasp, hardly above a whisper.

In answer, the captain simply pushes the blade against her cunt. Sully’s eyes widen, and a shriek escapes her, as he begins pressing it into her folds.

“Not like this, please… just end it quickly!” Sully asks, but the captain only shakes his head. He continues his slow advance, and the blade pushes deeper into her. It works its way through her cunt, slicing at her walls as it passes through, before plunging into her uterus. Come and blood begin trailing down the shaft, and as the blade pushes further, Sully finds the pain unbearable. Any attempt at speech becomes incoherent babbling, especially as it passes into her guts.

“I think I’d call that begging, wouldn’t you?” the captain asks his men, laughing at Sully’s expense. He continues pushing the lance into her body, sometimes being forced to draw the weapon back, and thrust in with greater force. Occasionally he stops, only to make quick, shallow thrusts, as if fucking her with the lance. And yet, he refuses to go far enough to end it. To pierce her heart, or her lungs, and end things too quickly… where would be the fun in that?

It isn’t until Sully loses consciousness that he has one of his men bring forth a heavy axe. With one steady swing, the woodcutter turned soldier beheads the redhead, and the tears that streamed down her face splatter along the earth as her head rolls to a stop. With nothing left to hold him back, the captain thrusts the lance one final time, until it emerges from the hole of her neck. He then props her body up, the base of her lance serving to steady the fallen cavalier in a puddle of her piss and blood.

He rises, then, picking her head up. Gazing down at her face, eyes empty and jaws slack, he can’t help but think of what a waste this was. Something about her empty expression stirs his arousal, however, and he decides on a final send off. He holds her head steady with one hand, while he begins pumping away at himself with the other. The infinite stare of her dead eyes spurs him on, and he hardly notices the troops circling up around her body. As he pleasures himself, they follow suit, aiming into the armor around her neck, meant to protect her from being decapitated like this.

He could almost chuckle at the irony there, but he is far too close to finishing for that. WIth a grunt, his seed splatters across her face, covering the dead Shepherd’s pretty face with one last spray of come. It doesn’t take his men long to add their contributions, filling her armor with their come as a final parting gift. It’s almost unfortunate that her comrades won’t be finding her like this, with the difficulty the militia’s numbers will add to their struggle.

>>11505

Love the story. Looking forward to your next one!

>>11484

Have you considered doing a formal public execution as the setting for one of these scenarios?

Seems like it could match well, and you haven't done it before.

>>11505
This is good I can easily see her falling for that

I don't suppose you do any fics with male perpetrators and male victims, do you? If you did, Artur from Sacred Stones would be a good victim.

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.

XXX

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.

>>11509
Honestly that could work well for the Camilla one, if I ever get around to it!

>>11550
Glad you enjoyed it! And yeah Sully would probably get a bit too cocky like that, I thought.

>>11555
I've got nothing against writing male snuff, though I've not attempted it yet. Granted, I haven't played SS, so I know nothing about Artur

>>11574
There isn't much to know about Artur (from the game at least) other than that he's a very pious monk from Renais, and he's very gullible. Perfect victim for something like crucifixion.

Any chance of one where Orochi is reading someones future and sees them the strangle her moments before they strangle her

Hey there Buzzard love your stuff I was wondering have you ever read Torn by Cyberchao X its like what I want to do in Conquest and I think you could take it there

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12370238/1/Torn

I think you will like the theme, its not guro but its a good set up

non-con seems to be a running theme in these, but is there any chance we could get a consentual story with Henry and Tharja from awakening? Henry seems like the kinda guy who would have a huge smile on his face even as a woman removed his organs

>>11855

I agree, I want to see more cons stuff. Perhaps even between pairings, one member of the couple willingly giving their life for the other's pleasure. :)

>>12342
I kinda want to see Lucina kill Robin from that chapter going with the theme that she married him/her earlier and just rides the body in grief

>>13011
You would think that would be a big deal but i think I have sen maybe on fic where she kills him then they just move on

Bump

Bump to save from faggot spammer

Is buzzard still with us?

>>16555

It has quite literally been years, and I haven't really written snuff during that long hiatus, but I figured I could at least say what happened. Back when I was writing these, I was also operating under the username Birdschach and writing a lot of Fire Emblem fics. When I made an AO3 account for Buzzard to house snuff fics, someone was able to recognize my writing style and threatened to attempt to dox me.

It's a different time now and I don't really give a shit anymore, it was stupid to ever let that get to me but what can be done now? I'm still active under the name Madfalldyn, but as I've said I haven't written snuff in a good long while.

Every time I've attempted to look back and find these, the site was down or search wasn't bringing them up. Part of me is tempted to pull them and post them up backdated under my name, since they are works I had thought of as lost and ones I enjoyed writing, but who knows if I'll get around to it.

>>25479

that was me. the fact that im still browsing gurochan probably tells you everything you need to know about how that worked out for me

i'm truly sorry for being a being suchg a putrid little fucking purity cop anti back then. it's probably the most genuinely evil thing i've done in my life, and i cannot apologize enough for it.

your writing was (and still is) great.

Ever make a snuff fic of Clanne, the sexy mage boi? He's from Fire Emblem Engage

>>25479
Oh hey I love your stuff on that account. Props for all the old school UC Gundam filth.

>>25479
THat sucks to hear you went through that, I am glad you are ok though