Ancient Grimm MC x Salem

Written in the second person. MC is an Ancient Grimm, shaped like a quadrupedal dragon, who’s older than Salem and is immune to her dominance over Grimm.

Canonically opting into gender when necessary.

Context: MC has just gone to rest within the lobby of Salem’s castle.

Warning: Non-Con; revenge-rape

You rest well, but it doesn’t go unsullied. In the depths of your rest, you feel a tug at your mind, an attempt from someone outside to gain access. You uncurl, grow, and lash out, a yelp ringing in the hall as Salem finds herself under a large amount of draconic Grimm. “I thought you would have learned your lesson.” You growl at her, staring into her eyes.

Her emotions are so clear to you, so clear she doesn’t need to speak a word. Fury, at your defiance and overpowering of her; a wounded pride and loss of control. Humiliation, from being dominated by the very one she intended to control; driving further volatility into her mind. A subconscious fear, not for her life or anything obvious, but rather that she’s losing control.

A heady mix of emotions that force her to struggle. To writhe against your grasp, attacking with magic and brute strength reinforced by her Grimm side. “Ngh, is that all you have?” She asks, yet she struggles to even lift a claw. “You call yourself a–” She’s shut up by the growl-laced impression of a kiss, forcing your tongue into her mouth and filling it completely, staring into her eyes at the same time.

Unlike her, you can still speak. “I respect you, Salem, but you need to know your place.” You tell her. “You and I are not equals, yet I’m willing to treat you as close to equal.” With your other forepaw, the one not busy pinning her form to the ground, you run a claw along her side, shrinking again, yet keeping your tongue in her mouth. Transitioning from aggressive to affectionate, you grin. “As my Queen, one fit to be by my side.”

The mix of emotions grows, negative ones fuelling your own desires further. Humiliation is definitely the strongest emotion you sense; the complete loss of control, the… partial degradation you were forced to impart. A more cognizant fear, an understanding that you’re simply too powerful even for her, an immortal who rules over the Grimm. Confusion at your actions, a defiance of her understanding of how the world works. Anger at your defiance, and finally… hints of resignation, yet not without its thorns.

You let out a low rumbling purr as you shift your paw from her torso to her upper arms, using both forelegs now. At the same time, your hind legs spread her legs apart. Instead of speaking further, you let your actions do the talking as your tail slips under your own body, running across her front, along the rather nice silk of her dress. It almost feels bad to do what you’re about to do, but as you slip your tail into her cleavage through the slit in the dress… you don’t mind ruining some clothing.

A loud ripping noise echoes into the room as you yank your tail downwards, tearing a line through the front of her dress, baring her skin further to the warm air of your presence. You grin into the kiss, withdrawing some of your tongue to explore her mouth instead of simply filling it as a faux gag. With your tail, you caress her chest, then slowly down her body, applying a bit more pressure. Being gentle, unlike your form may imply.

The transition from your aggression and somewhat more verbal dominance towards physical acts leaves her emotions messy; disoriented. But you don’t mind at all, as your tail explores her body where you do not wish to see for yourself quite yet. You slide down her torso, teasing her sides a bit, before your tail moves to her waist. You purr and growl a bit more as you find no underwear, your tongue licking into the front of her throat. Arousal… is something you hadn’t felt for yourself in a long time, but you definitely feel it now. From her as well, however involuntary it might be.

Your tail slides further down, to her folds, ghosting over them with the lightest of touches, teasing her a bit further. A very muffled vocalization, more felt than heard, escapes her throat. She writhes a little, struggling, but not effectively. She’s clearly given up on using her powers against you; a bit of that resignation slipping through again.

You close your eyes for a moment, as you transform your own body, giving yourself a dick and a genital slit where before there were only scales. With willpower and your arousal, you get erect quickly, forcing your tongue deeper into her throat like a tendril. You enjoy watching her eyes widen and feeling her body tense below you in surprise, only for you to pull back, giving her a chance to relax again.

You lower your body closer to hers, letting her feel the heat of your body, a contrast to the cold and damaged tiles she’s pressed against. After a moment, you lift away a little, but only so you can reposition her arms above her head, to free up a leg. Stabbing your wings into the tile a bit further away to get extra support, she flinches with each loud crack of the tile, that subconscious fear of your power still there. Your free paw runs along her side, coarse pads and scales against her smoother skin. “Mmm…” You rumble and purr into the kiss, letting your whole body vibrate as you lower closer to her again, more carefully.

You grind your tapered tip against her folds. Her eyes once again widen, and she struggles under you as she feels your dick; its size and heat probably more than she was expecting. You do shift away again, probing her body with magic to ensure you won’t do undue harm to her, adjusting your dick’s size accordingly. You want to stretch her out, to make her submit; but you don’t want to tear her apart, to break her.

Once again grinding against her tensing body, you use your tail to tease her inner thighs, while your grind across her folds with your entire length. The ridges and nubs on the bottom of your dick make for an interesting experience for her, you’re sure; the arousal you feel from her growing further. You shift a bit, grinding back down and then away, you go across her clit, and while muffled by your tongue and kiss, that was certainly an involuntary moan you just felt.

Much to her own confusion as well. The thoughts you cannot examine are probably along the lines of her questioning her own self, or the betrayal of her body. You purr and explore her body some more with your paw, rubbing at her torso, up along her belly to her chest. Carefully, you caress it with the back of a claw. Her reaction is one of trying to withdraw, so perhaps you’ll need to act differently. To better use her body against her, you need to learn it; your claw shifts to be gentler, and you more carefully rub across her chest, at her breasts and upper torso in general. Exploring.

She struggles a bit, but it’s not from displeasure; rather her instincts trying to draw more from you despite her conscious brain being somewhat frozen. You press your tip to her folds again, this time aligning yourself to enter her, and with a slow, insistent push, start to make progress. Her folds part, your tip finding purchase, and starting to part her body for your dick, stretching her close to her limits.

You growl a bit in your own pleasure, new sensations that you’ve never felt so physically before; you fight the urge to thrust in, knowing that it wouldn’t help your cause. The slow progress continues, as she once again lets out an involuntary moan, struggling and writhing in your grip. She is trying to resist, tensing her body and trying to pull away, but it doesn’t seem combative in nature. Rather… something different.

You continue rubbing across her chest with a paw, still too large to do anything finer; focused on her breasts and the nubs at their peaks. Your tongue continues exploring her mouth, again trying to get into her throat, only to pull back.

With a quarter of your dick sheathed in her, you pull back instead, to just the tip. She shudders as the ridges and nubs grind against her stretched inner walls, arching her back against your paw just a little. Another muffled moan, followed by a stronger one as you push in faster, slowing again when her body starts to resist. It’s a slow process, but you know you’ll be able to hilt her, you’ve adjusted your dick’s shape enough. To knot and make her yours completely, to claim your queen.

You continue spreading her out, pulling back and thrusting only to continue with the slow push forwards, starting to be more active with your tongue as well. Her throat and mouth feel quite nice around it, so you might as well see if you can’t make her adjust to your whims up here as well. You start to use your tongue as a further tendril, slowly making progress in fucking her throat with it, forcing her to tense and writhe below you.

Her moans are further muffled, but never quite ceased. She’s resigned at this point, it feels like; confused, but chosen to accept your dominance. Whether for now or in the long term is unclear, but won’t matter. You’ve finally managed to hilt yourself in her, and she seems to realize this at the same time, tensing her body and writhing a bit more. Her arousal’s grown quite a bit, but you’re not surprised. Her body is sending pleasure into her mind, strongly enough that she can’t ignore it.

You pull back slowly, leaking pre into her, promising that your first real thrust will be smoother, stopping just shy of pulling your tip out. Then, with a low and rumbling growl, you thrust into her, your full length going from outside to sheathed within her. This thrust pushes her up into your forepaws and into the kiss, and brings forth a much stronger moan to try to escape her throat.

Salem tenses up more as you start to pull back again, only to thrust back in and force another moan out of her. And again, and again; you settle into a slow, but building rhythm. Her moans intermittently more and less muffled based on how your tongue-fucking is going at the moment. Your grip on her tightens as you feel her writhing and pressing into you more, starting to meet your thrusts instinctively. Her orgasm is building, and you can sense it in her body and her feelings.

You don’t intend to keep this going for too long, though; you can’t ignore your own building climax either; further arousal and dominance bubbling up and causing you to growl more, to thrust harder. To fuck your Queen into the tiles, to claim her as yours, in the bestial sense.

It isn’t long before she orgasms, writhing and tensing and spasming and moaning beneath you while you continue railing her, not too far from that peak yourself. Slick fluids leak from around your dick every time you pull back, only for you to thrust back in with a squelch. Your dick and her vagina are slickened by her fluids and your pre-cum, though only the former coats the floor and her thighs.

You growl more and thrust harder, tensing your own body. She seems to realize what’s about to happen, but her attempt to suddenly struggle and resist is interrupted by another orgasm. You stop holding back, thrusting in all the way, letting your knot grow within her and lock you two in place. You climax hard; pulling away from her mouth to roar and growl in pleasure as you fill Salem with your cum, causing her stomach to bulge not just from your dick but the volume of cum. Some of it manages to leak around the knot despite how tightly wrapped she is around you.

With a low rumble, you then lay down on top of her; not literally, but enough that she can’t go anywhere. You lick across her agape lips and kiss her again, as she moans into your mouth when you buck into her. With a quiet, yet possessive growl you whisper to her. “Mine.” She seems to accept this emotionally; whether she accepts it consciously is a matter for another time.

You lay like this, lips locked to hers and with Salem pinned beneath you, as she seems to pass out from exhaustion and mental overload. You release the kiss after a while, but keep close to her for the warmth and protectiveness you provide. But you’ll lay like this until you’ve finished resting, with her below you. Or perhaps, just maybe, you’ll leave a more visible trace… something to mark your queen.

And, end.

For more: there isn’t any, for you.