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Kink List and Preferences

Preferences: Grima has no gender preferences.

Likes: Domination, Xeno (shapeshifting, inhuman genitals, tentacles, knotting etc), magic, mind control/manipulation, rough sex, bloodplay, size difference

Nos: Less nos, and more that Grima is very hard to get close enough for him to allow someone to do any penetration or even slight control over him. So don't expect that unless he suggests it first.

Notes: GRIMA ISN'T HUMAN and can shapeshift at will to have more draconic body parts. He also has the ability to influence the minds of others with his own thoughts. So please let me know if you would prefer these abilities not show up in threads

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[ They'd... lost. Actually lost. Not that Lissa knew for certain that everyone was dead, although she'd seen quite a few of her friends die with her own eyes, had been moments too late to heal... too many. Still she'd fought, until she'd suffered a wound that left her unable to so much as walk, and she lay there and waited for death. Prayed for it, briefly, perhaps - living through defeat would be a thousand times worse than death.

But she was taken captive. Alive, and in the hands of Grima in Robin's body, healed and given the basics despite the discomfort of her new room, and her leg wasn't in any shape for her to try and run for it. More than the lingering pain when she laid wrong, though, it was the isolation that was driving her out of her mind; Lissa thrived around others, and wondered if she might go utterly mad without her friends now.

But there was 'Robin'. Grima. He... he was still a little bit Robin. Mostly a monster, but he wasn't... doing anything overtly terrible, by the standards of war prisoners, and he was still... well.

Handsome. Attractive. And Lissa liked strong... partners, and what was Grima if not utterly unstoppable? As shameful and inexplicable as it was she was still a little attracted to the 'man'.

Those familiar boots made her perk up from her usual 'fetal position in the corner' set up she spent most of her time in, sitting a little less pathetically. ]

[Seeing her look up makes him smirk]

Tell me, can you stand?

[He knows what damage she took, but let's see if she will try and hide it]

[ Her eyes widen for a moment, as if she hasn't gotten used to seeing Robin like this still... which is true, but it's brief before she steels herself. Although with Lissa, it has the effect of a cute pout regardless.

Lissa shifts, putting her injured leg under her. ]

's not like you've been giving me... a lot of chances to build my strength back up.

[ The answer is yes, but it's still uncomfortable. ]

[The part of him, deep down, that was still Robin chuckled at the familiar pout- and while there was a tone of cruelty in his voice still it was... familiar. Almost the same as Robin's warm laughter.

He waves his hand over the cell door, the hinges creaking as it opens and he steps back]

Follow me.

[If she tried to bolt or attack him it'd be proof his imprinting failed- but if she obeyed... well, things were about to get more interesting]

[ That was the hardest part, too. There was still Robin there. Or was Grima just like that all along? If a fell dragon could take human form, it could have human mannerisms, and it could maybe even be charming in its own way, once it had its body back.

But she still shouldn't be attracted.

Instead, she rises, carefully, gingerly, a bit more than is maybe honest, but even if she's being careful she's not entirely distrusting. Running or fighting will get her killed, and... mostly, she doesn't want to die, if she can help it.

A few limping steps, and the stiffness starts to work out of her leg. ]

...alright.

[He walks slowly enough for her to keep up, at least]

I'm surprised you haven't asked after your fellow 'Shepards' yet.

[Humans loved to bleat and cry for their 'friends' and 'family', after all.]

Oh?

[ How considerate. It... it really is considerate. He could make her limp and whimper by walking just fast enough to make her life hard. ]

So you can... tell me how they all died screaming and choking on their own blood?

[ She knows, she already saw some of it. Lissa's following, but... still distrustful. ]

[His smirk widens]

Oh, I could certainly tell you all the lovely details if you wanted. That's the fate of insects that think they can stand against gods.

Yet somehow you still live.

[ Even calling him out on it, she still shudders to hear Grima promise that he could elaborate. ]

Only if I wanted? Well I'll... tell you when I'm in the mood, I guess.

[ Like if she decides she wants to just give up on living sometime. ]

...but that's something I was wondering about, yeah.

[ Keeping her alive and NOT taunting her and telling her how everyone died, in particular. ]

My plan was originally to raze Ylisse to the ground. And I will admit, the image does still hold some appeal.

[He pauses to picture it, his eyes glazed in pleasure- seeing Naga's most beloved dying in his flames makes him shiver in a noticeably sexual way]

But... learning one of the heirs survived- hmmm, I admit I paused.

You... haven't... yet?

[ Lissa's mostly just confused by that. It'd be easy. He's won. So he can just do it. But...

He hasn't yet. And she's alive, even if he'd probably enjoy just choking the life out of her. ]

Gonna... make me watch? Or what?

[he could be lying of course. But he isn't- not for the reasons he intends to imply though... if pressed he isn't even sure why he hasn't yet.

His return was never to rule humanity. Only to destroy it. Maybe that bit of divine dragon blood in him makes him linger?]

You have a truly sadistic imagination, little one.

[Not said with disapproval]

[ Maybe it'd be a bit too much of a victory lap? Or perhaps second thoughts on trying out a different end goal, now that he can just do whatever? ]

More like masochistic.

[ In that she's good at imagining ways that she can be made to suffer not that she'll enjoy it. She definitely won't enjoy anything Grima does, or is involved in, even if he's shirtless. ]

[It IS a nice chest though]

I doubt that.

[His voice is a purr, amused- as if she has no idea what suffering he could commit on her if he desired]

What if I told you that I am considering taking it under my rule instead?

[A lie, but he brushes against her mind again, adding a bit of trustworthiness to his words]

[ CONCERNINGLY nice. It's not like Robin was just a squishy mage, he could sword pretty good too.

Lissa can't imagine every torture, to be fair, but it comes up in stories that people tell. Also stuff her father probably did to Plegians. Which brings up the interesting question of whether he was right, or if the Grimleal used him as justification to get their claws in but... she's not in the mental space for that one. ]

What would your rule look like?

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