Impact Play

Author's Note:big ol warning for incest. we are going to put the incest back into fire emblem.

Tears pricked at Delshad’s jade eyes as the back of Shahid’s hand cracked against her face. Her skin, normally deep brown, was marked with barely formed bruises and welts. A shuddering breath escaped her while she stumbled backward. At one point in the princess’ life, she would have at least asked what was wrong and tried to comfort her eldest brother. However, she knew better now. Shahid was an easily angered man. Though, there was one person who got under his skin like nobody else; their younger brother Khalid.

The two used to scrap but after he disappeared, there was no ‘healthy’ way for Shahid to get out his anger. Delshad caught him abusing servants a small handful of times. He claimed it was to punish them. His punishments were too harsh for the mistakes that were being made. The princess wished she could say her sacrifice to sate her brother’s anger was a noble one. She wished she was the pure-hearted woman who hated the suffering of others.

Delshad was not pure of heart.

Heat panged inside her body as Shahid rushed towards her, his nostrils flaring and his jade eyes blazing with frustration. Her lips curled into a smile as his immaculately decorated fingers tangled themselves in her dark hair and yanked her onto her feet.

“What is that look for, you pathetic halfwit?” he snarled. “You remind me of that snivelling Fodlan brat...”

Delshad’s breath hitched as he threw her towards the bed. Strands of ink black hair caught on his almost gaudy rings and were torn from her scalp. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and disturbed the kohl that decorated her eyes. He huffed in disgust before pulling the hair out from his jewelry.

“You might be worse than him, actually. He reminds me so much of Khalid. You always wanted to defend him,” he muttered as he unhooked his belt from his waist. His robes were now loose around his slim hips as he folded the intricately decorated leather twice in his hands. Pure and utter contempt flashed in her brother’s jade eyes as he nudged her with his foot. “You never did. I knew the truth however.”

Shakily, Delshad rolled onto her front and let her knees knock against the cold ground. “That’s... that’s not true, dearest brother,” she breathed. “I-I knew your anger was justified. I knew that he deserved it. I...”

“Then why?” he hissed. “Why did you try to stop us every time?”

Delshad’s eyes fluttered closed. “...I-I wished it was me receiving your punishments instead, dear brother!”

Silence hung in the air like a sword dangling from the ceiling. The hair on Delshad’s body stuck up at its ends as she felt her brother’s identical eyes boring into the back of her skull. Hesitantly, she looked over her shoulder to see a look of utter disgust on his face. His nose was scrunched up as his upper lip pulled back to reveal his teeth as complete contempt shone in his eyes.

“Oh, I thought you had already reached rock bottom,” he muttered. He wound his trembling hand high in the air and whipped it forward. White hot heat cracked against Delshad’s thighs. Dark brown turned into a deep and angry red. Her cries rang out across the camp as he wound the belt again and struck the same spot once again. She wasn’t sure what hurt more; the sound of the belt against her flesh or the strikes themselves. “You disgusting creature. There is no way that we share the same blood, filth. Does it bring you joy, Sister? Does it fill you with such masochistic glee to hear everyone praise you for your attempts at martyrdom? ‘Such a lovely and kind-hearted princess.’ In reality, you’re just a waste of flesh and bone who enjoys being abused by her eldest brother. Disgusting.”

Every other sentence, Shahid cracked his belt against Delshad’s body. Even through the loose clothing she wore, deep welts marked her body. Long, angry red bruises burned with anger. That pain seemed to stack on top of each other as Shahid’s assault was relentless on her trembling form. Inky black tears streaked across her face as she sobbed in sheer happiness and utter anguish.

Ragged breaths filled the tent as the man abused his fellow royal. Flowery, over the top insults soon turned into curt, breathless ones before breaking down into complete nonsense that not even Delshad could understand in her lovesick delusions.

“Strip,” he grumbled in between pants. “I want to see my handiwork.”

Shakily, she did just that. Her lower back, buttocks and thighs were painted red and purple. A few open wounds had formed just below her shaking cheeks. Blood trickled down her thighs as did her arousal.

A small ‘tsk’ escaped the man as he began to disrobe. “If you make a single sound, I will kill you.”

Delshad bit her lip to hide the growing smile on her face. Hopefully, he would.