Upscaling (Tiki/MaMU)

	"Are you sure about this, Robin?" He looked up from buttoning his shirt just right -- a button here, an open hook there -- to turn to Tiki and her perch on the bed. "What? Yeah, I'm fine. Shouldn't I be asking you that...?" A soft laugh and she turned away, smiling in her slinky dress, opened at the side to let just  a little bit of pale, toned thigh show. Finally, Robin finished setting up his shirt, the charred and nearly ruined thing that he had worn for most of the Second Plegian War, and turned away from his wife entirely to begin mumbling to himself while gripping his head with one hand. Getting in character for this would be difficult, he thought. Tiki had a habit of picking the strangest and obscurest people for them to roleplay. While this particular role was not particularly obscure to him, that didn't make taking on the role of Grima, fell horror and abomination from the dawn of time any less strange. Stranger yet was her particular role in this little adventure of theirs; Tiki would be taking up the mantle of Naga, divine dragon and technically her mother figure. But, hey, if it made his wife horny he was beyond willing to do what she wanted.
	He could hear Tiki stand up behind him, dress rustling and bed creaking ever so slightly. While their accommodations in the castle were more than adequate, he still hoped that the walls were thick enough because what was about to happen was going to be loud. Robin whirled on his feet, boots making an impressive squeal on the tiled floor and facing his wife with his eyes narrowed and a snarl splashed across his face -- the picture of hostility. Tiki regarded him with a blank expression and he took a moment to admire the effort she had put into the outfit; with her hair untied and her crowning accessory removed, she bore a strong resemblance to a smaller, shorter Naga complete with tight dress and top. Her bust pressed against the fabric of her clothes and drawing his amorous eyes, begging to be free while a dragonstone spun lightly in the air above her right hand. Finally, inspection of her clothes finished his gaze returned to meet hers as he spat out a single word with hostility he didn't know he had. "Witch." Her own voice was filled with barely-veiled contempt when she spoke after gathering her acting talent together. "Grima. I summoned you today to come to terms of peace-"
	He cut her off with a wave of a hand and laughed (harsh and low, but not quite forced) "There can be no peace, Naga. Not while you and yours walk free." Tiki sighed, breath coming out through her nose before she exaggeratedly took a step back and drew the Dragonstone, waving it far too much for her supposed purpose. "I suppose then that this was all a farce to begin with. It seems that you must be destroyed." Seeing his 'chance', Robin dashed forwards, slapping the dragonstone out of her surprisingly loose grip and sending it spiraling through the air before clattering harmlessly to the ground some fifteen feet away. Surprise filled her eyes and face, but he could see the hunger underneath her green eyes when he grabbed her arms and yanked, pulling her into an awkward half-bent position in front of him. Tiki squirmed while Robin spoke with unfelt malice, but her attempts had no real strength behind them as overacted as they were. "Destroy? An excellent idea. But, hmm, no. I have a better idea." He leaned close, manic grin spreading from ear to ear. "No, I think you will be my slave, witch." Tiki 'struggled' harder at that, teeth gritted. "Never, foul one!" "Such manners! I think I shall try out my new toy... now."
	A not-so-gentle push and Tiki stumbled backwards before losing her balance and collapsing awkwardly onto the bed, dress riding up her legs ever so slightly and drawing his gaze once more. She struggled for a moment to regain her balance, pulling herself half up before he was upon her, hands grabbing and groping at her while she flailed at him and spat. He wasn't gentle, but nor was he overly rough, squeezing her chest and feeling her nipples harden beneath the thin wrapping she was coated in. Her strikes against his sides and chest were not even noticeable to him in his lust and suddenly he ceased his assault on her bust, reaching up to tear her top wide open with his bare hands. Her breasts sprung free, rejoicing at their newfound freedom and bouncing as her chest heaved, nipples hard and firm against his questing hands. "Such a tease aren't we, to hide such treasures?" Tiki blushed in mock horror, face screwed up in 'anger' but she said nothing, continuing to strain against his powerful grip. Surely she could feel his member against her stomach while he leaned into her, engorged as it was with knowledge of what was to come and the softness of her breasts against his palms. Leaning back and ignoring her futile kicks, Robin started in on the rest of her clothes.
	The ruined halves of her top were quickly dispatched, leaving Tiki nude from the waist up and shivering, covering herself with her arms but failing to entirely hide her massive, firm breasts while he admired her and considered how to proceed. The belt was sadly actually secured, and even with her fake struggling it'd be difficult to remove it while she twitched, so Robin took the other path and pulled her skirt open, tearing at the fabric and ripping it almost completely off the belt, a small inch-wide strip remaining around her hips. The sight of her soaked flower greeted him, crowned by a carefully-tended patch of green hair as her legs locked together to deny him access. Tiki lay there, trembling and naked below him while he stood to undo his belt, pants and smallclothes dropping around his ankles to reveal his erect length. Her eyes went wide (as if she hadn't seen this hundreds of times before) and Tiki attempted to squirm away before he bent down to grab her by the waist and flip her onto her front, brushing her thigh with his dribbling cock.
	Her arms attempted to push her upright before Robin yanked them away and bound them together above her head with a simple spell, blue light cracking into existence around her wrists. Tiki looked surprised and infuriated but he saw the secret pleasure in her eyes. "You -can't- do this!" she shouted. Robin straddled her back with his knees and leaned down to one ear, brushing her hair aside and letting his cock rest on her lower back. "Oh, I can... and I will. You are mine now." he hissed into her pointed ear, gently stroking one cheek. "Now then... To the main attraction." He pulled himself off her back and spread her legs with a hand, lodging his legs between them and pulling his cockhead to her leaking entrance, carefully lining himself up while pinning her down with his other hand. Gods, she was beyond wet. He was pretty sure he could skip straight past the foreplay. "Are you ready then, witch?" "No!" "Good." He thrust in straight to his base, rough and fast while Tiki squealed under him, hand pressing into her shoulderblades now while she flailed her legs worthlessly, ass hanging off the bed and unable to resist him.
	Her moan when he slammed to her core and battered her insides was one of both pain and pleasure, unused to being split so roughly by her husband and clenched by her attempts to close her legs and deny him access to her body. He skipped past the part where he found a comfortable rhythm for the both of them and hammered into her, fast and hard thrusts driving her into the bed. He laughed again while taking her when she struggled to pull her arms apart, tears leaking down her face when she looked back. "Look at you, Naga. So high and mighty before and now, now you aren't anything but my toy. Try to enjoy yourself a bit, because you'll have plenty of time to get used to this." His hips slapped against hers while he buried himself in her again and again, and it wasn't long before Tiki came, legs squeezing him even tighter while he fucked her roughly into their bed while tears ran down her face and she sobbed softly. Robin pretended not to notice, grabbing her hair at the base to pull roughly back, bending her into the air and pushing himself deeper into her sucking depths. Her arms scrabbled to support her while bound but eventually propped them beneath her, tits bouncing freely from her chest and hammering each cough from her chest.
	Of course, Robin couldn't see most of this from his imperious position, but he could feel it and imagine it, and he felt himself drawing closer to his own climax. He spoke again, voice hard and proud. "I just had another good idea, Witch." He waited for her to respond with a moan interrupted by a cough while tears ran down her face. Robin leaned close to Tiki, continuing his hammering pace while he leaned into her ear. Her hair covered most of his face, but he could see her startled expression when he said "I think you'll bear me some children. How about that?" "P-please..." she begged, but the fire in her eyes was brighter than ever. Thrusting once, twice, three times he came into her, dragging her ever further back by her hair and head letting out a growl while he pumped his seed into her, drawing another climax from her and dragging more and more of him into her depths while she let out a long sob before dropping to the bed when he let go, sliding off his cock and still trembling. But he wasn't quite finished with her yet.
	Quickly stepping over to the table he grabbed the prepared pill he had bought from Anna earlier that day and downed it in a quick tilt of his head, returning to her side as he felt himself harden again preternaturally, returning to his position and slapping his cock against her now soaked entrance. "Come, Naga, did you think we were done? I need an heir, and you will give it to me." Tiki turned to him, fear reading in her gaze but unable to truly move (but her eyes screamed yes, take me, again and again) while he thrust into her again. His hands grabbed at her hips and slammed her back into him like a ragdoll, pulling her waist up and squeezing at her toned ass while pounding himself into her, dragging some of his own seed out with each thrust, spattering across the floor while she moaned, lost in pleasure and face twisted into an incredibly lewd grin. Tiki couldn't keep up the game anymore, but that was fine with him. He'd keep it up for both of them. Her breasts swung under her with the little space they had, and Tiki's legs hung loose behind him while he pounded her into the bed, primal urges overtaking him and demanding that he breed his wife.
	Who was he to deny nature? He slammed into her with wild abandon, tightness and warmth giving way to his raging member while he cursed her loudly, each roared 'whore' and hissed 'slut' causing her depths to tighten around him, trying to drain his seed from him with each of the orgasms she had under his renewed lust. Above all Robin felt -- powerful, the mighty dragon beneath him sprawled and helpless by his efforts, begging him to take her, to ruin her for others with what little voice she had, sobs giving way into long, high moans. He came into her again and again, but the magic that Anna had sold him kept him hard and kept him going, round and round while he hungered more each time. Eventually he had come into her so much that his seed had no where to go, white spurts coming out of her ruined entrance with each climax. At last he howled one last time into the air, burying himself as deep as he could go, forcing her innermost depths open and coming directly into her womb before collapsing on top of Tiki, breathing heavily. He whispered into her ear with infinite malice "You will never, ever be free." She came once more when he said that, squeezing him as he pulled out of her and shaking like she was dying, lips unable to form proper words and a sound like the dying leaving her mouth.
	Robin lay down beside Tiki while she gasped for breath, undoing the magic on her hands and pulling her close. "So, how was that?" he asked playfully, wrapping his arms around her. Tiki flopped her head to one side to look at him, voice merely seconds away from incoherent. "How was --? By all those above, Robin, that was fantastic." They lay there in comfortable silence, her dripping his white mark onto the bed before she turned to him again. "We'll have to do that again -- as soon as I fix my dress." She drifted to sleep within moments, pulled close to his chest, and he followed her after stripping off the remainder of his clothes and pulling the sheet over them both.

	Morgan pulled her fingers out of herself, face red and panting before pulling back from the wall. Gods, it was just so unfair! Why wouldn't dad love her like he loved mom? She had to find a way -- even if she wasn't sure she could look them in the eye for the next week.