Never make a deal with a dragon (MaMU/FeGrima)

	Every once in a while, Robin would step back and wonder what the hell he was thinking. That little teeny voice in his head would soon be smacked down by every other section of his mind, causing him to quietly wonder to himself if he needed to see a doctor -- or maybe a priest. Still, it was probably an appropriate thing to think while distinctly looking away from his wife's face as he carried her to their 'honeymoon suite'. It wasn't that she was ugly, no, she was beautiful beyond compare. But the feelings that welled up when she smiled at him were just too much for his fragile mind to take. Also the small rumbling of primal fear in his stomach when her lips stretched too wide to reveal her razor-sharp teeth.
	Grima clung to him with both arms, and while it was a pleasant sensation to have her hanging off him like a woman on a silverpiece romance novel he couldn't help but think about what lay ahead. In the next few hours. With his new wife. Robin probably would have hyperventilated if he hadn't been busy keeping a steady path, hurrying over his thoughts in a panic to make sure he had forgotten nothing, and watching his wife(wife!) do something unspeakably lewd with her tongue out of the corner of his eye and giggling in a low pitched tone when Robin's eyes met hers. Also blushing. Gods could blush?
	It took only one well-placed kick for the door to explode inwards, still on it's hinges by some granted fortune and swinging shut behind them when Robin half strode, half stumbled into their room. Gently, the god was placed upon the bed in her wedding dress while Robin struggled with the all of a sudden too tight suit. The rustling of cloth and muffled swearing in a foul, ancient tongue across the room assured him that the feeling was mutual. The clothing eventually yielded to him, pulled off his frame and tossed into a corner of the room. Robin turned on his heels, already naked and dimming the lights with a wave of his hand and the flash of magic.
	An image of Grima laying flat on the bed, only halfway out of her wedding dress and already so exposed, modest breasts bouncing with each heave of her chest, legs spread wide and her dress literally torn open to provide access to her vagina, two fingers spreading herself wide and revealing a flash of wet pink flesh greeted him, her breath heavy in the air and all four glowing eyes locked on his. "I have waited a thousand years for this moment, Robin. Do not make me wait any longer!" Robin stiffened and clambered onto the bed, climbing over Grima to meet her face to face. She smiled for a moment, eyes jittering over his face before leaning into a sweet kiss while he guided himself into her. She pulled back to laugh when his cock tore through her purity, eyes lidded while the low pitched giggle filled the air between them and quickly returning to the kiss -- but it had grown deeper now, and her pointed tongue forced entry into his mouth.
	While they dueled, her insides gave slow, grudging way to his hard cock, closed over him like a warm, comforting vise. Her hands had interlaced with his, gripping tightly while Robin pressed down into Grima and she violated his mouth. Eventually, he reached his hilt, buried completely inside of her and pressing just against the head of her womb. And when he started moving, she did too, wrestling his tongue into submission and teasing every corner of his pacified mouth. His strokes were long and slow, and he could feel every fold of her vagina on his cock while he slowly found his rhythm and she grew more bold with every break for air that they took, murmuring into his mouth something surely impossibly lewd.
	He could feel himself growing close to cumming, but Grima was close too, her hips twisting up to meet him slightly with every thrust and her four eyes squeezed shut with desire. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he dropped nearly on top of her and began to pound her depths with short, sharp thrusts that caused the bed to squeak, adding to the soft cacophony of sound in the suite. Soon her body tensed and she fell back, white hair splayed across the bed and sweat dripping off of her while she let out a long moan of pleasure, her legs clenching around his back and entrance greedily sucking on his cock. It was too much, and Robin gave one last thrust into her, burying himself as deep as possible and shooting directly into her untainted womb, marking her with his seed and collapsing entirely on top of her while still buried within her heat. Within moments he was asleep in her loving embrace, but he could have sworn she giggled something while they drifted into quiet oblivion.

	Grima lay there in the silent room, stroking her husband's hair. Soon, she would have children. And those children would grant her line strength like none other. She laughed, quietly, at the thought. It would not be long before the Fell had absolute rule once more.