Maidenless No Longer (Elden Ring)

“Thank you for taking the time to meet with us, Sir Tarnished. We do so, a-ah, appreciate your company.”
 
No sooner have the words left her lips then his hand is on her face, caressing her cheek. Irina blushes, the young woman leaning into his touch. At the same time, she rides him. Yes… rides. She hadn’t asked to go first, but the others had pushed for it. And so here she was, sliding up and down her Tarnished’s thick, throbbing phallus and trying her best to hold in her moans.
 
They were the misfit faction of Stormveil Castle and Lady Nepheli’s Court. And somehow, she had become their defacto leader. Her, the weak and blind and helpless Irina, had ended up in charge. Not Rya, the skilled and well-traveled Scout formerly of Volcano Manor. Nor Millicent, the one-armed swordswoman who had sworn herself as their beloved’s blade.
 
No, the role fell to Irina. Nepheli had even given her a title, and signed a document under the supervision of Lord Kenneth Haight that granted her and her father, as well as their family, Castle Morne and the lands surrounding it, in perpetuity. No more were they simply a family of soldiers charged with stewarding the lands for those above their station, no. Now they were of that higher station.
 
Of course, her father had declined the noble title. Instead, it had gone to her. He had told her he would remain her loyal commander for the rest of his days, but the only one worthy of truly reigning over Castle Morne was her, Lady Irina.
 
To say it was a heady feeling would be an understatement. But blind though she might be, that did not mean Irina did not SEE. The world was changing rapidly, and ever since being saved by her Tarnished, Irina had had her eyes opened to the true nature of the world. She’d come to understand that while there were friends and allies to rely upon, one could not simply expect everything to work out for the best… nor could one rely only on others, instead of also upon oneself.
 
Of course, that did not change the fact that she was conventionally and physically quite weak. Which meant she had to rely on more… unconventional methods, to make herself heard.
 
Still, Irina liked to think she’d done quite well. She’d befriended her fellow misfits and created quite the group between the three of them. It had taken time for her and Rya to grow close enough for the other to share her secret, but to this day, Irina was happy that Rya had finally found it in herself to be honest with her… to tell her of Zorayas.
 
It had taken even longer still to convince her that Zorayas was who she truly was, and that she should try to be more comfortable in her true form. Only when they’d finally left Roundtable Hold behind and relocated here to Stormveil Castle had Zorayas begun to accept Irina’s words. There were still those who might be shocked by the snake girl’s appearance, but her place in Nepheli’s Court was sacrosanct, as was her position as Irina’s beloved friend.
 
Irina was aware that the Erdtree burned, and along with it so did the Capital. She was aware that that was the reason they’d evacuated from Roundtable Hold. But in truth, it was all so far away if she was being honest. Her lack of sight gave her perspective that she felt others with the full use of their eyes sometimes sorely lacked. Indeed, it was so much easier for her to focus on what was right in front of her.
 
Like, for instance, her lover. As she rides him, sitting in his lap and bouncing up and down on his mast, Irina leans forward, using her hands to guide the way until finally she finds his lips and covers them with her own. She kisses him, even as she rides him all the more insistently. Irina did not mind that they’d split Nepheli’s ‘court’ into two groups for this.
 
Six women was an awful lot, though Irina had her suspicions that their beloved Tarnished had even more than that. Three and three… was much more manageable. And after hearing what the others had gotten up to, Irina knew she wanted the same.
 
Pulling back from the kiss after a moment, Irina pants, and whispers.
 
“Sir Tarnished. I know I do not deserve to ask anything of you, after all you have done for me. Once upon a time, I thought to marry you. But you are Lady Nepheli’s Consort now… and a man of many lovers besides. I would be happy just to be considered one of your women… and if it pleases you, I would be happier still to bear your child.”
 
There. Tis said. There’s no taking it back now, even if he rejects her, even if he- Irina blushes, as she feels his lips on hers, and the nod that he gives through the ensuing kiss. His hands fall to her hips, and the next little while, she finds herself clinging to her Tarnished for dear life as he takes her and truly makes her his woman.
 
When he finally spills his seed inside of her, Irina is pleased. Beyond pleased, even. If nothing else, she will always have a part of her Tarnished with her. If nothing else, she will be sure to give birth to a good, strong child for him, and raise them in their father’s image. The start of a new noble family, at that, an heir to the newly established Seat of Morne.
 
Yes… but all of that was in the future. For now, as his essence fills her to the brim and he slowly pulls her off of him and lays her down on the bed, Irina just smiles and relaxes. Next will likely be Zorayas… but the other woman does not need her help. They’ve talked about what Zorayas will do. The Tarnished is in for quite a surprise, heh…
 
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Zorayas blushes, when the Tarnished turns away from his time with Irina to regard her. She’d been in the form of Rya, when he first entered the room. But now… now she was in her true form. Her natural, Snakeborn form. It had taken quite a while for the ex-Volcano Manor scout to accept the truth about herself. Irina had been a big help, in that regard. So had Lady Loux.
 
It was still hard for Zorayas to fully accept that she… well, that she was worth something, even as she was now, in this scaled body. But they’d assured her she was no monster, and that just because she was inhuman, she did not need to hide her true form. And they’d assured her that the Tarnished did not care what body she took.
 
… Zorayas could admit it now, after such a long period of introspection, that this was the form she was most comfortable in. She felt confined within the human body that Lady Tanith had so graciously helped her create, and while she would always be grateful to her adoptive mother for her assistance, there was no denying that taking her true form was… freeing.
 
Still, here and now was the moment of truth. Standing before the Tarnished as her true Snakeborn self, Zorayas’ tongue flicks out, tasting the air nervously.
 
“Brave Tarnished… I greet you once more in my true form, as my genuine self… Zorayas. This serpentine form, it is the one that feels the most natural to me. It would… please me to lay with you, while wearing this flesh. But if you c-cannot, I will understand. Merely indicate as much to me and I-!”
 
Zorayas cuts herself off mid-word, as he strides up to her and beckons her to lean down. She does so, only for him to plant a chaste kiss, right on her snoot. Zorayas goes brighter red still, and reaches up to cautiously touch where he kissed, even as he grins at her. Eyes darting down, the Snakeborn gasps at seeing just how… aroused he is. There is no evidence that he hates her in this form. No sign that he does not appreciate her current body.
 
Letting out a shuddering sigh and resisting the urge to do a little dance for joy, Zorayas moves to the edge of the bed. Bending over it, she presents herself to him, looking back over her shoulder at her Tarnished as she lifts up her thick, albeit stubby tail. While much of Zorayas’ body is covered in scales, there is a soft, fleshy underbelly to her. Said underbelly continues down from her actual belly to her crotch and thighs.
 
And nestled between those thighs, defying the odds given her otherwise monstrous form, is a pale, pink sex. She is, after all, an amalgamation of snake and human. Her slit is… entirely normal, for a human woman. It is only what surrounds it that is monstrous, but that doesn’t stop her Tarnished.
 
Zorayas cries out, mewling softly as he steps up behind her, hooking one arm around her tail in a hug and sinking himself into her from behind. As he fills her, the snake girl claws at the bedding beneath herself, shuddering and quivering in glee. It’s not just physical pleasure she’s feeling. This right here… it’s acceptance of her true form by the man whose opinion matters the most to her.
 
How can she not be happy? How can she not be positively thrilled? Like this, Zorayas is whole. She’d already known he didn’t hate her for her origins, but now she knows he can love her for her true self without reservation. Hissing in delight, her tongue tasting the air as her eyes flutter in ecstasy, Zorayas does her species’ equivalent of moaning, even as her sex clenches down around his thrusting member, his pistoning phallus pumping into her again and again.
 
Everything is going so well that she can’t stop the other thought from intruding upon her in that moment of utter happiness and tranquility. Tis not a thought she truly wants to have… or rather, tis not a thought she thinks she should have. She’s fought to suppress it above all else, beyond even suppressing her desire to be able to exist in her true, natural Snakeborn form without persecution or discrimination.
 
But here and now, with the Tarnished buried deep inside of her, the thought crops up again, and in her moment of pleasure and bliss, Zorayas can’t quite put it back in its box. Instead, letting out a shuddering, hissing breath, she looks back at her Tarnished again, seeing nothing but love and affection in his eyes.
 
“I h-had wondered… and I s-suppose I should w-warn you. My body… I d-do not fully understand it, even now. I am born of an odd union… a blasphemous one, most would say. I don’t… know if I’m compatible with a human man. But I would n-not mind finding out. At the same time, I would not f-force you to father a monster so if you wished to p-pull out I-!”
 
Zorayas yelps, as her Tarnished suddenly picks up the pace, hugging her tail all the harder. The snake girl squeals as she face plants in the bed before her, her large serpentine head a foot or so away from Irina’s resting form. The blind girl may not be able to see anything, but her sense of hearing is just fine, and she chuckles throatily from where she’s even now playing with herself absently.
 
“Silly Zorayas. If you think our misfit nature is enough to stop our Tarnished from giving us the truest happiness a woman can experience… you can think again!”
 
Zorayas can only whine, and then shudder in orgasmic bliss as the Tarnished seems to agree with Irina wholeheartedly. He does not hesitate to fill her to the brim with his seed, just like he did the blind young lady. It is a strange but altogether amazing feeling, being pumped full. Zorayas relishes in it, even as her eyes flutter, even as she lets out a contented sigh while he finally pulls out of her.
 
Yes… Lady Irina is right. As always. And Zorayas is happy to be proven wrong once more.
 
-x-X-x-
 
She’d joined this encounter with every intention of only watching. Millicent had discovered a certain pleasure for watching her Tarnished with other women. Not just fucking either, but fighting as well. Fighting and fucking… yes, it was always a pleasure to watch the man she’d sworn herself to do what he did best.
 
And so, she’d sat back, stripped off her bottoms, and run her flesh and blood fingers along her slit as he’d seeded both Lady Irina and Zorayas. It was… an enjoyable experience. However, hearing them talk about WHY exactly they wanted him to seed them, why they wanted his essence to fill them up to the brim… it had awakened something inside of her.
 
In particular, Lady Irina’s latest words resonated with Millicent in a way the Tarnished Blade had not thought possible. The truest happiness a woman could experience indeed…
 
When the Tarnished turns to her, she freezes in place. When she sees the look in his eyes, when she gazes past the soft smile on his chiseled jaw… Millicent lets out a low sigh and spreads her legs apart in open invitation. He moves between them and is inside of her a moment later, and Millicent wraps her legs around his waist, as well as her prosthetic and flesh and blood arms around his neck.
 
As he takes her, Millicent bites her lower lip, looking into his eyes.
 
“… I can’t come with you on this next step of your journey, can I?”
 
She’s not surprised, when he slowly shakes his head in a sorrowful, solemn ‘no’. It makes sense, after all. She should have known better. What happened next was… was between him and the Erdtree, wasn’t it? Him and the Elden Ring.
 
No one was going with him. Not even her, his Blade. He would either rise or fall as Elden Lord purely on his own merits, and the most Millicent could do for him was remain here. Remain here… and protect what was most precious to him.
 
Her resolve and determination firming up, Millicent’s jaw clenches and she nods sharply, even as she clings to him all the harder. He picks up the pace in response, but she maintains her steady voice all the same… or at least, tries to, to the best of her abilities.
 
“I shall… w-watch over your concubines, m-my Lord. And, hah, should your seed take in any of them… I shall, nngh, watch over their children as well.”
 
He gives her a broad, beaming smile, as if he expects no less from her. Millicent can’t help the smile that spreads across her face in return, and ducks her head in embarrassment, even as she squirms beneath him. And though they both know her oath will be more difficult for her to carry out if she herself ends up pregnant… Millicent does not relax her grip on her Tarnished’s body for even a moment. And he doesn’t even try to pull out.
 
No, just like the others before her, just like her fellow misfits in Lady Loux’s court, Millicent’s Lord soon fills her with his seed, his essence spilling forth into her womb. And while it will make it more difficult for her to fulfill her duties as his Tarnished Blade, as a woman… Millicent has never been happier. She cries out, tossing her head back in joy and pleasure, and lets him have his way with her, lets him drain himself inside of her for the third and final time.
 
Joining the other two women in a state of euphoria and pleasure, Millicent can’t even bring herself to be upset, as their Tarnished lover gives each of them a chaste kiss on their foreheads before leaving the room, making his way towards the next… and final leg of his journey.
 
Yes, she is his Blade. But this next step is one he must take alone. In turn, Millicent has to have faith in him, in her Lord, to return to her, to all of them. And she does… she does.
 
-x-X-x-
 
As her chosen champion rides away from Stormveil Castle and towards the still burning Erdtree on Torrent’s back, Melina does away with pretense and materializes herself in the saddle just behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her cheek against his back. Neither he nor Torrent so much at falter at the sudden added weight, and Melina just smiles as they make their way north, towards the ash-covered Royal Capital.
 
“Twas good of you, to discharge your duties to those women who have been so taken with you… before the end. But you need not fret, my beloved. I, at least, will be with you every step of the way.”
 
Melina’s open eye blazes, as she gazes past him to their ultimate destination, far in the distance.
 
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

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