Chapter 226: Fia(Elden Ring)
Tags: Hugging, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Vaginal, Anal
"Have no shame, this can be our secret. I will hold you as often as you need."
The Tarnished sank to his knees, tired, weary. He'd been broken by the path forged before him, repeatedly, without guidance. The grace was fading from his vision, the golden light reduced to a faint flicker. He knew the price of being held, but it didn't matter anymore. He had failed in his duty. The Greater Will had abandoned him. The Erdtree was unreachable. All that he wanted was to be held.
Once pulled into that familiar grasp, that lukewarm embrace, he felt safe again. Pulled into Fia's bosom, with her head brushing back his hair, he gripped her leg, squeezing it.
"Thank you for letting me hold you. Even if grace has abandoned you, I will not." Fia spoke into his ear, her voice a faint whisper.
Just as before, another feeling wormed its way into his being. A special kind of warmth, as his groin brushed against Fia's calf. His manhood pulsed upon contact, and he let out a small gasp. Fia fell silent for a moment, feeling his heat, and the member pressed against her leg.
"I know what you need. You've given me so much of your lively vigor. Please, allow me to give back to you. I have little to give, other than my body. Don't be shy, do what you will." Her hand continued combing through his hair, matted with dirt and blood as it was.
His head lifted for a moment, before sinking further into her bosom. He breathed in her scent, like dew carried by a thick, all-encompassing mist. His face rubbed against her breasts through her cloak, and he felt what must have been a nipple, hardened from his embrace.
The Tarnished's hand traveled up her thigh, squeezing her flesh, and snaking around behind her. It was strangely cool, but there was a warmth within, however faint. Whose warmth it was, whether his own or hers, didn't matter. He pulled her into him, his hips bucking against her leg. She let out a breathy gasp as he lifted her up and slipped his hand under her rear. He squeezed her flesh, sinking his fingers deeper and pushing her robes between her cheeks.
His hips bucked again, and his free hand traveled down to undo his belt. Her robes were being wedged between her cheeks as his hand pushed further. A finger found her backdoor, emanating faint heat through her clothes, then another was pressed against it. They rubbed her taut flesh, grinding against her hole with need.
"Tarnished…" Fia's voice was breathy, she gasped and slid herself further towards him as his head pulled away from her bosom. Her groin was on the edge of the bed, and her legs were spread, inviting him to explore.
With his cock freed, he lifted her robe, pulling it up past her milky calves and thighs. Underneath, to his surprise, was a rather skimpy pair of underwear. But what drew him to it the most was the way the cloth clung to her sopping womanhood. He pulled the robe further up, lifting Fia briefly to pull it over her rear. She sank back down on his hand, which was still wedged in her crack. Her underwear was being wedged against her backdoor by his fingers, which were slowly gaining purchase inside of her.
He pulled her underwear to the side, revealing the soaking lips of her flower. Her pink folds welcomed his finger as it pulled one to the side, showing her tiny, tight hole and the little nub above it. He could help himself, pressing his mouth forward until it touched her wetness. Fia let out a muffled cry, covering her mouth as she fell back onto the bed.
The Tarnished gripped her underwear tightly, before yanking it. It snapped, tearing away from Fia's thighs and falling to the floor. His hands groped her cheeks, lifting her up and pulling her groin into his face. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders and a hand returned to the top of his head, though it now gripped his hair instead of rubbing it.
Fia closed her eyes, biting her finger as her Tarnished dined on her womanhood. She hadn't failed to notice the way he had prodded at her asshole previously, but she had no plans of stopping whatever he did. She was a death-bed companion, and she wouldn't miss an opportunity to fulfill her duty. Her hips bucked, grinding her womanhood into the face of her Tarnished. His tongue flicked to and fro inside of her tunnel as he drank her juices.
She hadn't expected him to do it, but once his focus turned to her clit, and his lips wrapped around her tiny nub, she had to bite down on her finger to stop herself from screaming. Sexual pleasure was never guaranteed as a death-bed companion, but Fia had relished the times it happened. For the first time in a very, very long time, she was cumming.
Her legs locked around her Tarnished's head, but he didn't complain. It only made him redouble his efforts. He drank in her juices, enveloping himself in her flavor. His hands squeezed her rear hard enough to leave white fingerprints whenever he moved them. Soon his fingers found her rear hole again, and rubbed against it vigorously. Her backdoor was now slick with her juices, and once she released him from her grip, that was where his head traveled next.
Even through her blissful haze, Fia felt the way his tongue prodded at her asshole. It flattened itself against her anus, before trailing up her taint and to the bottom of her sopping folds. It repeated the same action several times, until he dove into her hole. The tight ring opened for his tongue, relaxed by her orgasm, and helpless against his assault.
The Tarnished was fully enchanted by Fia's being. He ate out her rear like an animal, only stopping for brief moments of breath. He had never felt so welcomed, so accepted, by another person.
Neither knew how long it had been, but eventually the Tarnished pulled himself away from her holes. He stood, removing the rest of his armor before grabbing her legs and turning her to be lying on the bed, and swiftly mounted her. Once again his hands gripped her rear as he lifted her off the bed. Their eyes met, both hazy with lust, and he penetrated her womanhood.
Fia moaned, she didn't care about being quiet anymore, not when she was being filled with such life, such vigor. Her thighs slapped against his hips, each thrust making her quake. The bed rocked and the wooden frame creaked as it strained to hold together. Fia's legs once again locked around him, keeping him firmly against her. His head rested in the crook of her neck, his gasping breaths filling her ear as he fucked her.
It didn't take long for him to cum. Not with such a beautiful, loving woman underneath him. Her walls milked him, squeezing out every last drop into her womanhood. He gritted his teeth, groaning at the sensation. It was almost painful.
Fia's legs fell to the bed, as did her arms. Her Tarnished remained hunched over her as he caught his breath. His cock slipped free of her folds as he pulled away, but it was still hard. He lifted her up again, hands squeezing her ass, and he lined himself up with her backdoor. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if she would like it or not.
"Do it… take my body as yours, for this moment I belong to you." Fia's voice had returned to a mere whisper. Her hood had fallen back and her golden locks were disheveled, hanging down her face haphazardly.
The Tarnished pressed himself against her asshole, pushing forward with his manhood. Even with her juices coating it, along with his spit, it took some effort. His body shuddered once his mushroom head popped inside of her. Slowly, he pressed further into her depths. Her slick, sticky walls surrounded his cock as it traveled into her bowels. He could feel each and every inch of her anal walls, clinging to his shaft. She looked beautiful under him, upper body limp as he held her lower half up so he could fuck her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth agape as she panted in response to his intrusion.
His hips moved quicker as he got more comfortable inside of her. Each pump let him drive a little deeper into her, and soon his groin was smacking against her dripping lips. Every contact was met with a wet squelch upon pulling away. Her hole clung to his member, as if it was trying to suck him deeper inside.
He dropped her, his arms giving out. His hands planted themselves against the bed, stopping himself from falling on top of his maiden. They shook, barely able to hold his weight up. His cock was pulled from her rear as she landed on the bed. He wasn't ready to be finished yet, and Fia knew. So she pushed against his chest, gesturing for him to sit up and rest on his knees. Once he complied she twisted around onto her stomach and spread her ass with her own hands.
The Tarnished lined himself up with her hole and slipped back inside. He fell forward again, pinning Fia to the bed, his arms bent, using his elbows to hold himself up. His thrusts were more brutal now, each push met with a loud clap as his hips impacted her cheeks. Fia was defenseless under him. Her body rocked by each heavy thrust, and she had to use her hands to shield herself from the headboard he was shoving her against.
Her asshole still clung to his shaft, even with the pace he was keeping. He was tired, weak, but he needed to finish again. Her rear was irresistible. He could no longer feel his legs, but he was finally there, once again. His seed flooded her bowels, painting them white with all the seed he had left.
He could only manage a few more pumps, before he rolled off of her. There was barely enough space to hold them both, but Fia made room. She turned, lying her arm across his chest as he panted for breath. His breathing was ragged, labored. He'd given her so much of his lively vigor. There wasn't much left to give. So she stayed with him, hugging him in one last embrace.
The Tarnished tried to speak, but words failed him. Any attempt to move his lips failed, so he stayed there, as he was. His eyes were glued to her beauty, as she hugged him. Even as his vision began to fade, he took in every perfect detail of her face. Her hand rubbed his chest, tracing slow circles around countless scars.
"Thank you for your gift, Tarnished. Though grace has abandoned you, I will be with you, by your side, to the very end."
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