RP blog for Elden Ring! Multimuse, and all over the place! For now, Marika/Radagon, Maliketh the Black Blade, and Rennala qotfm. Mod is over 20, No Minors, No judging! Main: lordrandreaming (where asks will come from, but replies will be posted here) ASK BOX EVENT: Doodle Request's!
Hey there! Mod Mori (he/him) here, to introduce a shiny new Elden Ring RP blog!
My Muses will vary in time, and I'm capable of doing basically all Characters.. But i refuse to write as Dung Eater. Not very much a character im willing to write for..
But, for now, my Muses will be four. Marika/Radagon, Maliketh, and Rennala Queen of the Full Moon.Those are the characters i am most comfortable with!
I've just a small set of things I'd like to establish!
-I will only do 1-3 RPs at a time, too many at once burns me out, and then i can't reply to anyone, for anything unfortunately.
-Not too picky, but I'd appreciate partners who know what they are talking about!
-NSFW friendly + Kink friendly!
-OC's are welcome! And i have my own OC's to RP with, if you are interested!
-You can pick your muse, or you can ask me if i am able to do a certain character. DM me so we can discuss! I won't bite you! But please do include who your speaking to in your ask, if we haven't talked yet. It's important!
-I can do a public thread, a private one, or through DM! My discord is goldenrune :) (hit me up on there for weird rps)
-Down for anything, as long as we discuss beforehand. I'm not squicked out by alot, and im not bothered by most things. But it does good to discuss!
-Speaking of lore, I'm more than happy to dicuss it! I've been through the game, so no one can't spoil me~
-My replies might vary, but don't get offended if you get just a paragraph! I will never do a one liner, and try to match what i get replied with!
-I'll gladly do ships/romance! Smut is my strong suit, but that doesn't mean i don't do any other kind of interaction!
-Have fun! It's an obvious one, but im all for trying new things! Canon is our playground my friend! We can do whatever we like!
That's about it for now, but feel free to just send me an ask/message and we can go from there! I take big breaks in responses so I don't get overstimulated. But I'll always check back and message you if i need a break, or if somethings up!
It was only a matter of time until I made a post like this.
In this hypothetical all of the bosses can be reasonably communicated with and are not actively trying to kill you.
Repeat bosses not included, duo bosses counted seperate.
It should also be assumed that all of these bosses have access to their magic/items/resources to benefit them in bed.
Explanation of Grading system:
Ineligible: (Cannot give consent)
These characters are not sentient enough to communicate consent, or are physically incapable of sex.
Unfuckable: (Can give consent, but does not DESERVE sex)
Character sucks so badly that they do not deserve to experience pleasure in any shape or form.
Uninterested: (Can give consent, does not WANT sex)
These character are fully capable of sex but would never participate in sex due to lack of interest or overabundance of moral convictions.
Not worth it: (Can give consent, is terrible in bed)
I mean, you COULD have sex with these characters but why would you?
Acceptable: (Can give consent, would be fine in bed)
These characters are average in bed, nothing crazy or noticeable. Some might end up in this category because they ARE good at sex, but the entire process would be inconvenient or uncomfortable to initiate.
Good Time: (Can give consent, would be great in bed)
These characters are good at sex, give or take a few points depending on their mood or situation.
Knock your socks off: (Can give consent, would be amazing in bed)
These characters excel in giving pleasure and would be well worth the time and effort involved.
Sex God: (Can give consent, would be the best in bed)
These characters would be so good at sex that all other factors are irrelevant. They are serving and we are here for it.
Evil Sex God: (Can give consent, is a terrible person but youâd make an exception.)
These are characters that should fall lower in the rankings, but their sexual prowess supersedes their inherent awfulness to a noteworthy degree.
Full list below the read more. Obviously it's not going to be sfw.
Ineligible: (Cannot give consent)
Dragonkin Soldier:
Mindless beast
Astel, Naturalborn of the Void
Weird rock alien, doesn't/can't understand.
Fia's Champions:
Ghosts, simps.
Regal Ancestor Spirit
Animal
Erdtree Avatar
A plant
Great Wyrm Theodorix
Mindless beast.
Ulcerated Tree Spirit
A plant, no junk
Tibia Mariner:
Skeleton
Red Wolf of the Champion:
Animal.
Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast
Weird rock alien, doesn't/can't understand.
Abductor Virgin
First off, just some snakes in a robot. Second, virgin.
Erdtree Burial Watchdog
Stone gargoyle
Crystalians
Non-organic
Mad Pumpkin Heads
Unable to consent due to madness.
Cemetery Shade
Unable to consent due to mind controlling parasite.
Spirit-Caller Snail
Animal
Runebear
Animal
Miranda the Blighted Bloom
A plant
Guardian Golem
Stone gargoyle
Starscourge Radahn:
Unable to consent due to madness
Unfuckable: (Can give consent, but does not DESERVE sex)
Elden Beast:
Too catholic.
Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-Knowing:
Dick game weak - unironically posts joker memes.
Omenkiller:
Basically a cop.
Necromancer Garris:
Killed his family, not a good husband.
Royal Revenant:
Won't stop screaming (in an unsexy way)
Godrick the Grafted:
Incel - Also all that murder and torture business but mostly the Incel stuff.
Uninterested: (Can give consent, does not WANT sex)
Valiant Gargoyle:
Could probably have sex if it wanted to, but is kinda going through a lot right now. Ya know, that whole "Is made of several corpses mashed together" thing.
Malenia, Blade of Miquella:
Look, I ALSO wanted her to higher up on this list, but let's be honest here. Her body is rotting and falling apart, she just isn't up for sex in her current form. In her prime? She'd be top of the list. She's the daughter of Marika and Radagon, she'd be playing fuck/marry/kill with every warrior who crossed her path. (in that order)
Death Rite Bird:
I think it might be physically capable of sex, but is too busy burning corpses to bother with stuff like that.
Black Blade Kindred:
Same reason as the Valiant Gargoyle but you might have like 2% more of a chance because they are goth.
Maliketh, the Black Blade:
Would normally be a sex god, but is too religious. Probably took a vow about this sort of thing.
Morgott, the Omen King:
You kidding me? This guy has the same energy as a repressed youth pastor. He's gonna be a virgin till the day he dies. The dude sided with the same religious order that locked him a sewer and tried to kill him. He's not out there getting phone numbers he's too busy praying and judging others for their 'impure thoughts'.
Draconic Tree Sentinel:
Married to his job, also physically chained to his horse. He ain't taking off that armor anytime soon.
Wormface:
Too sad, leave him alone his face is full of worms.
Tree Sentinel:
Same as the Draconic Tree Sentinel but he's a tiny bit more naive so you might have a better chance.
Elder Dragon Greyoll:
Too sleepy, but still kinda a milf.
Grafted Scion:
There might be some genitals in there somewhere but I don't think they know how or even want to use them.
Not worth it: (Can give consent, is terrible in bed)
Esgar, Priest of Blood:
No sense of hygiene, is always covered in blood (in an unsexy way)
Mohg, Lord of Blood:
This loser is dripping with all the least sexy bodily fluids and he has sharp horns sticking out of him. Even if you got him in bed you'd only enjoy like 5% of it. Plus you just know he'd be all needy afterwards and try to get you to join his MLM.
Borealis the Freezing Fog:
Too cold, not a snuggler.
Elemer of the Briar:
The armor stays ON during sex.
Kindred of Rot:
It's like all the worst possible aspects of alien biology, it won't be nearly as fun as you hoped.
Sanguine Noble:
Same as all the other Mohg followers, too sticky and too smelly.
Decaying Ekzykes:
He's sick right now, leave him alone.
Acceptable: (Can give consent, would be fine in bed)
Loretta, Knight of the Haligtree:
I'm sure she'd be a decent lover. Maybe a little overzealous but she'd has good intentions.
Grave Warden Duelist:
I mean these guys are hot and probably fuck like a truck but they are not the most caring lovers, also they are covered in live snakes so there is that.
Night's Cavalry:
If you like goth knights I'm sure they'd be fine.
Onyx Lord:
Their skin probably feels like stone, but I bet they can pull off all sorts of freaky zero-g sex stuff if you ask them.
Alabaster Lord:
Same as the Onyx Lord but slightly more goth.
Fell Twins:
Once you get past the horns and stuff I bet the Omens are actually pretty good in bed, just watch out.
Demi-Human Queens:
I feel like all Demi-humans are pretty good lovers but their biology probably has some unexpected drawbacks.
Stonedigger Troll:
If you can get past the texture and the size I bet they could be decent in bed.
Flying Dragon Greyll:
A surprisingly unsexy dragon, but a dragon is a dragon and still worth at least a one night stand.
Glintstone Dragon Adula:
A dragon willing to kill racist magic users, earns them a few extra points.
Beastman of Farum Azula:
On one hand the Beastmen probably have crazy mating skills, but they are also zombies, which detracts some points for all the decay.
Battlemage Hugues:
Contrary to popular belief, Wizards are not very good at sex. They spend all their time studying instead of partying, at least Hugues is willing to get his hands dirty.
Commander O'Neil:
Seems like a decent guy, but probably won't shut up about his time in the military. Also he is infected with scarlet rot so that might be a mood killer.
Bloodhound Knight Darriwil:
The bloodhound knights are probably pretty wild in bed if you can earn their loyalty, but good luck with that.
Adan, Thief of Fire:
The dude committed heresy, that has to earn him some sexy points.
Soldier of Godrick:
He's a good boy, he's doing his job so throw him a bone.
Flying Dragon Agheel:
One of the first dragons you encounter, so he earns some points for style.
Demi-Human Chief:
Same as the queens, but probably a bit rougher in bed.
Good Time: (Can give consent, would be great in bed)
Lichdragon Fortissax:
A much sexier dragon, you know they were hooking up with Godwin. Only loses some points for all the death rot.
Crucible Knight Siluria:
A bit gloomy, but I bet the crucible knights can do all sorts of freaky stuff with their animal body parts.
Mimic Tear:
A slippery liquid shapeshifter, need I say more?
Commander Niall:
A way better guy than O'Niel, plus he just a bit more daddy energy.
Fire Giant:
Once you get past his size, his sadness and the giant fell god of destruction in his chest, I bet he's got something going on.
Ancient Hero of Zamor:
Gives me Hercules/Amazonian vibes, I could be into it.
Cleanrot Knight:
Lesbian activities detected.
Crucible Knight:
These guys have tails, horns, wings and big old throat sacks. Imagine the possibilities.
Glintstone Dragon Smarag:
Has a sword. If you hear "Dragon holding a sword" and your pants aren't already off, we can't be friends.
Bols, Carian Knight:
He seems like a good boy.
Scaly Misbegotten:
I feel like the Misbegotten have some really interesting possibilities with their animal biology. I bet they have bonobo type societies and that could be fun.
Leonine Misbegotten:
Same as the other Misbegotten.
Misbegotten Warrior:
Same as the other Misbegotten.
Knock your socks off: (Can give consent, would be amazing in bed)
Crucible Knight Ordovis:
Has all the desirable traits of a Crucible Knight but I also imagine they are super into threesomes.
Perfumer Tricia:
She seems really nice, and would be a super attentive lover. Plus she probably has access to crazy drugs and could hook you up.
Nox Swordstress & Nox Priest:
You just know that the Nox were getting up to crazy hot and crazy unethical experiments in their underground cities. These two probably get up to some wild shit and they are inviting you to join them.
Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon:
As she is now, I bet she'd be too sad to really be in a relationship again. But she kept up with Radagon and you just know she has some tricks up her sleeves that could make you abandon the golden order.
Sex God: (Can give consent, would be the best in bed)
Dragonlord Placidusax:
Has two male heads and three female heads, imagine...
Ancient Dragon Lansseax:
Formed a whole freaky dragon/human cult and you just know they got into some eyes-wide-shut orgies behind those doors.
Godfrey, First Elden Lord (Hoarah Loux):
We all knew he'd be this high on the list. He was just a normal dude but he managed to keep pace with Queen Marika (Who is basically a goddess of fertility) for a good long while. He will fold you in half (on the battlefield and in the bedroom.)
Evil Sex God: (Can give consent, is a terrible person but youâd make an exception.)
Radagon of the Golden Order:
He sucks in all the worst ways, but I mean... You can't NOT. Both Radagon and Marika are the embodiment of evil but they managed to suck and fuck their way across an entire continent for generations. You HAVE to give a try at least once.
Godskin Duo:
Oh my god will it be awful with all those flayed human skins, but you know you are still gonna have to. They can stretch and do all sorts of freaky stuff with their bodies, plus they kill gods and nothing is sexier than heresy.
Vyke, Knight of the Roundtable:
The dude is a mad killer but... he can still probably get it, might as well give it a try.
God-Devouring Serpent / Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy:
Personally I wouldn't, he's a loser and will probably kill you. But he is also a giant snake made up of squirming hands doing all sorts of sexual experiments, I can't blame you if you want to give it a taste.
Black Knife Assassin:
They committed a whole lot of treason but the power of armored lesbians is too hard to resist.
Patches:
If you are already having sex with from software characters, you gotta give Patches at least one attempt. When you wake up he'll have robbed you, but you knew what you were getting into.
Feeling doodly... A super rare event that I am opening up sketch requests! For an undisclosed amount of time, you guys can send in a chatacter and I'll draw them! I've got Radagon brainrot, but that's not new AHA.
So send me a character or interaction with one of my muses and I'll draw it out! I'm not sure what my roleplay situation is going to be from here on out, but please do send me a message via ask or dm to let me know if your still interested in role-playing with me!
I am thinking of clearing the queue, and reducing the rp slots unfortunately. I still want to be here and roleplay, but I'm afraid everyone has lost interest in me. Not that I blame anyone but myself- To those who want to rp/continue an rp with me please send a message my way before I archive past rps and move on. It's nothing against anyone! I'm in need of a refresh after some time, I will make a new rp for us if I am contacted. We will go from there..
Here's a Radagon AU I thought of that won't leave me alone :,)
So I did the first poll, and never made the second one after it concluded.. Oops.
Better late than never!
We have three options avalible now. It's a poll, with a twist! I'll paste the au summaries of the two that were voted on, but were beaten by a previous result!
Single Dad Radagon- Rennala has disappeared. We know not the reason.. But in the wake of her leaving, Radagon is left with the three children he reared with her. Radahn (11), Ranni (9), and Rykard (7). He refuses the call of Marika, thus the Greater Will. He focuses on the children, and raises them with as much love as he can.
Swap- Radagon and Marika swap places. Radagon is the cold God of Causation, while Marika becomes the God of Regression and the Golden Warrior. She still gets with Godfrey, and Radagon still gets with Rennala.
God of Regression- Radagon takes up the official mantle as 'the God of Regression'. His Golden Order ideals remain, but he's perfected them. Marika is the God of Causation, but denounced her title in spurn of the Greater Will. Radagon is it's next, chosen Lord.
And... A secret fourth option! We gotta have competition for the last poll! If there is one.. Depends on what is chosen! We have one more round to go with our verses. Choose wisely~
It's almost Christmas.. And it's getting increasingly busy around here.
But I wanted to say this before I forget:
I didn't post on the last two Holidays, I realised, and began worrying. And then, I thought.. 'Wait, the Land's Between probably doesn't celebrate the Holiday's we are familiar with' (if any at all, don't call me on this because idk!!) So then I thought to myself..
'What do I do for Christmas on this blog?'
I may write a bunch of wintery Headcanon's, and gift giving just so it doesn't seem like I've abandoned this blog- I have not. Don't worry!
I'm crawling back and fourth between fandoms.. And of course I come back every once and a while, because I still love Elden Ring. And you guys!
I'm not sure if I'll get it done before Christmas, but there will be content coming.
Until then, Happy Holiday's and Merry Christmas. I hope everything goes well for you and your loved ones..
It has snowed here, but the snow didn't remain. It's cold but.. No snow. I hope we don't have a green Christmas where I live, because it's just weird :( I live in the north, and whenever winter ISN'T dipping into the negatives, it's strange.
Oh Morgott... Just a young adult. He's done no wrong. And yet- the one thing meant to make him, ended up breaking him. The loss of an innocence so sweet, it's bound to resonate in him for the rest of his miserable existence. To have and to hold no more..
He sat, in the dark, in the quiet, mourning the loss of his child. All he had to remember the lost.. Was one of the little nub horns which was present on his child's head. All he did anymore, was sit. No child to hold in his arms, only the feeling of failure and loss consume him anymore.
So he sat, and with a knife, began to carve a Bairn, in memoriam to the child he just lost not to long ago. He carves, and carves, and carves. It had to be perfect, it had to look like the precious little thing he held.. Morgott only had one shot. He had to make it- just right.
Hours, spent exhausted, sleep deprived, hungry, and cold.. But he needed to do this. He needed to carve the likness of his lost child, to truly commemorate the lost in memoriam. Mohg could only watch, offering what food he's gathered, stitched together cloth that vaugely resembled a blanket, leaving what he had infront of Morgott. But it was never touched.
He just sat. And carved... And carved.. And carved. Until one day- the small horn, became a Bairn. An idol that Morgott holds oh so close to his broken heart.. As he lays to sleep, clutching it in his hand close to his heart, he dreams of what he should have had.. An adoring little babe, who smiles up at him, coos at him as he is gazed at.
The phantom of a smile ghosts onto Morgott's face in his sleep, as in his dream he was able to love as he should have.. Nuzzle his little one with his nose, bask in the small warmth and love of the bundle in his arms. Mohg watches his body ease- from the other side of their room.
Morgott slept on the cold, hard ground, just as everyone did in the shunning grounds. But.. He couldn't feel it in his dream. Because he cradled the babe in his arms, smiled at his newborn, and told his little one: I love you.. Oh so much.. Before leaning down and pressing his forehead against the small little head of his darling, who giggles in delight and nuzzles twords him, gently bonking Morgott's head with his.
What a warm bubbly feeling- it's pleasant. It's love. But... A dream is a dream. And a farce is a farce..
Morgott awakens gently, to the cold ground, and empty arms. He curls into himself, and unfurls his hand. The small Bairn rocks gently against his palm. Morgott frowns, and curls tighter. He closes his hand again, and clasps his other hand over the back of the one which held the Bairn.. As if it was a lifeline.
He brings it up to his face, to solemnly nuzzle into his hands- wishing the dream was real. In the deafening silence of the Subterranean shunning grounds, Morgott lay on the cold ground. Mourning what was, but never could be, in the end. Morgott never gets what he wants.
I know, it's been a while since I've said anything on this blog.. Life has gotten inexplicably rough, since the last time you saw me. Im sorry to those who are waiting and may be kept waiting for a reply from me- I wasn't expecting this to happen.
Of course- when everything was just clearing up and i thought i was safe, how wrong could i be, haha. But it's alright- I'm alright. It's just a patch of storm that's worse than the rest, but I'm still here.
I will reply one day, i just.. Don't know when. Again, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting.. I promise it's not for nothing- it's coming. Just.. I don't know when I'll get it to you. But i do solemnly swear, there will come a reply.
Don't worry about me! I'm fine, but. It's.. Very stressful. And hard to want to give good quality replies when all this is happening- I want to give my best. I don't want to give short handed replies, because all roleplays are worth a good reply always.
So.. I'm still here. Ask box is still open, and for the time being, roleplay replies are uncertain.. Im sorry again, to disappoint. But worry not, I haven't forgotten about you.
It's a night, just like any other in the glorious golden capital Leyndell. Nothing particularly exciting, or interesting is happening, save for the soft conversation between Godwyn, and his ever loyal knight Loustatt. A man with dusky baby blue eyes, fair skin, and dark long hair. The color of a starless night sky, an unheard of concept.. For who could see a night sky without the stars?
The two carry on ample conversation, having known eachother since Godwyn was but a small babe, it was easy for the two to get lost in strange, absurd topics. Especially when it's this late.. Loustatt held one of Godwyn's hands, arms swinging as they converse in the empty, quiet halls of the most magnificent structure.
Loustatt sighs, after chuckling a bit from their previous odd, and silly conversation. He's still smiling, and has a certain playfulness swimming in his eyes as he looks to Godwyn.
"My lord.. It's getting late, don't thee think? It's far past thy bedtime.."
He says with a cheeky little smile, teasing Godwyn and treating him like he was still yet a child, not the full grown man he was now.
(Survivor au âš)
It was a late night, but who would blame them for still being out? The weather was perfect and they're was hardly a soul to bother them in their stroll.
"'Tis past thy bedtime as well." Godwyn quipped lightly. An older man shouldn't be out this late after all, they turn into mush!
A soft smile was still plastered on his face. "Perhaps 'tis time we make it home, hm?" He observes his lover. What a sweet sight before him.
Loustatt smiles warmly as Godwyn says they should head for home. He nods his head softly.
"Yes, yes.. Let's, my dearest golden one"
He rubs the back of Godwyn's hand eith his thumb, and semi-takes the lead from him, leading the way back to Godwyn's room. He didn't know how late it was exactly, but.. He knew it was late.
Yet.. He couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Loustatt stops walking, to turn and look behind them. As if he felt the eyes coming from behind them. The knight can't believe he isn't seeing anyone else but Godwyn.
Did he believe they were being watched... even stalked as well? Godwyn had this feeling off and on again for a while now, but hid it in fear of looking ridiculous.
He's a powerful demi-god after all, why would be scared of some stalkers?
"What is, love?" He asked casually, glancing at Lousatt. He could feel his heart drop slightly at the silent confirmation that something was wrong.
Loustatt frowns, seeing no one and nothing. How could his instinct's be wrong? They've never steered him off track.. He huffs through his nose, and then positions himself behind Godwyn. One of his hands ends up on Godwyn's lower back, very gently pushing him forward.
He leans in to whisper to Godwyn, in the event there were listener's..
"We are being followed.. The quicker we arrive to a room the better.. Keep calm. I won't let any harm befall thee, shall conflict arise."
Loustatt says, voice soft as he speaks just loud enough for Godwyn to hear him. His lifelong promise holds strong, especially in this very moment. He swore an oath, a promise to Marika. She entrusted him with Godwyn, and Loustatt will not fail her, or Godwyn.
Godwyn's heart drops upon hearing his whisper as he's being ushered forward.
"By who?" He whispers back. "Didst thou see them?" The look in his eyes spoke of great concern, but he managed to retain the appearance of a calm lord. All that training to be a diplomat really came in handy in the strangest of places.
They were making their way towards an open house. There was no way they were going to lead whoever was following them back to his estates.
"No.. I seen no-one.. But I know eyes when I feel them, even if I cannot see them."
Loustatt has been alive for a very long time.. When the Erdtree was once the Crucible. When dragons reigned, it wouldn't be an understatement that he's been through alot. He's seen the world, and faced the worst of the beginning of this world..
Loustatt keeps a keen ear listening for any footsteps he might hear.. But all he hears is Godwyn's and his own. This doesn't bode well.. Loustatt may be old, but his body doesn't show it. His mind however.. Sharp as a sword and knowledgeable as a ancient scholar.
As soon as they reach somewhere that is viably safe, Loustatt ushered Godwyn inside.. But his uneasy feeling does not cease. Something is terribly wrong this night.. And Loustatt can't stand it.
The silence between the two of them was palpable as they stood in silence inside a poorly lit room. The tension climbing fast as Godwyns calm facade began to slowly crumble. His fingers twitched and reached for his seal.
The air stood still, the smallest sounds of creaks from floorboards became deafening. Innocent, trial sounds now could be a possible threat.
"Art they still there?" He whispers, breaking the silence. His eyes scanned the dark room around them. Sadly, the Golden Prince wasn't very stealthy due to his tall stature and glowing hair and skin. It's easily to pick him out in a crowd, he'll obviously stand like a sore thumb in a dark room.
Loustatt holds a hand up, to signal to Godwyn to hush. It's silent and still, too still.. Too silent. This sort of silence is oh so very wrong. In a spilt second, Loustatt draws his sword to deflect an incoming weapon.
The crackled blue katana sparked as it deflected another blade. A sharp, piercing metal on metal clashes, a screech which breaks the uncomfortable silence. In this moment, Loustatt puts himself infront of Godwyn and backs them both into a corner, protecting Godwyn as his duty is just so.
Even in the poor, dim light of this room.. From the spark, Loustatt seen the knife clear as day. And it terrified him.
"No-.. Gods! Do NOT come out from behind me, am I clear?!"
Loustatt barks, he was to protect Godwyn at any cost. Even if his life was that very cost.
Godwyn was gobsmacked. One moment, they stood in silence, the next he's in a corner behind Loustatt and he's fighting off unseen attackers. His heart racing in his ears and sounds of metal upon metal echo against the walls.
He needs to think fast. What's something he can do while behind Loustatt and also protect him?
Then it hits him; Rejection. He can cast rejection and push the attackers away, giving Loustatt a moment to move to the offense. He quickly fishes for his golden seal to cast. Where is that damned thing?!
Loustatt didn't need to feel the knives in order to know how deadly they were, as they sliced cleanly through his armor. He bites back a wince as the blades end up cutting him, surely.
He's doing the best he can, taking most of the blows. His blood is warm and he can feel the warmth gathering past the open surface of the various cuts. Loustatt can also feel the sting of death tinging his skin.. It's unpleasant, and he nearly faulters.
'By Lady Marika and Erdtree eternal I'll be damned if I let them have him!'
Loustatt can only think in this moment. He slashes someone's wrist, and they recoil with a pained hiss. A Black Knife clatters to the ground. The other attackers weren't too pleased with this. And thus, retaliate accordingly.
Loustatt snarls in pain, as a dagger is stabbed into his side, his sword swings wildly suddenly, in the dark trying to stave off any further attacks aimed twords Godwyn. But.. He's starting to feel off. Tired?
Godwyn is scrambling at this point. The seal, that goddamn seal, where is it?! He flinching hard now at the sound of metal on metal now; every clank a sign now that he was running out of time.
Alas, he could not find his seal. He had it a second ago! Where it could have possibly gone?!
Admist the chaos, he attempts to scan the room for his missing seal. He just now realizes how dire thus situation was, as he saw multiple feet scattered about. Some thinly veiled, some were not. But amongst it all, he find what he's looking for - his seal.
And it was at the far side of the room.
Godwyn's heart sinks. He eyes the seal from afar, helpless to getting it back. Many thoughts ran through his head, looking for any possible way of getting that seal back without leaving Loustatt's back but his thoughts are grinded to halt at the feeling of something hot splash against him. He flinches from the temperature of it. Without a second thought, he wipes it from his face and looks at his hand.
He swears he could feel his heart stop once he realized it was blood.
The hourglass began to pour its sand downward. Loustatt's beginning to faulter, he's fighting a damned losing battle. The knight of ages past wasn't going to make it out of this alive. In all these years, he thought he knew what dying felt like. He's learned, not until now, Loustatt has not ever felt the true touch of death.
It's unpleasant to say the least. To feel death eating away at his being, bury into his flesh and burn like a wildfire.. It singes and seers, fresh wounds pang ever so freshly, constantly. Loustatt stumbles, and there's the sound of his sword clattering to the ground. In an instant.. Loustatt and Godwyn are taken over, and restrained.
The Black Knife Assassin's have Godwyn, and his loyal knight. Loustatt is still fighting against them, despite his weakening state. Despite that he has already been restrained. The leader of this operation, another Black Knife, names are no matter her. She speaks, stern, and a little irritated.
"That took a good chunk of our time up.. We need'st make haste. There isn't much time left, we must act now.."
She says, looking at Godwyn and to Loustatt. Their orders were clear.. Kill Godwyn, but shall that be too difficult, then the knight was just as good. One had to die yet, still.
The sound of a clank alerts Godwyn out of his frozen stupor, his gaze darting up towards Loustatt as he watched him topple over. Watching his guardian, friend... lover, take the fall for him.
"Lou-Loustatt?!" Was the only thing Godwyn could vocalize in near hysteria before being restrained and now ultimately left at the mercy of the assassins.
He panicked, tensing every single muscle as he tried to make himself rigid as a statue and immovable. In the many wars he's participated in war or battle, he always seem to know what to do and could act fast. Even if it was more compulsive decision, it was a decision to preserve life. It was likely something he attained by observing his father in acts of war.
But for seemingly no reason, he's frozen. Unable to move or act accordingly to his dire situation, and he couldn't understand why. He's never been in a situation where his immediate response was to freeze. It frustrated him to no end â Move, damn it! Do something! â but his body failed to respond.
And then he looked back at Loustatt. Poor old Loustatt, continuing to fight off his attackers until the bitter end. He wasn't able to see the front of Loustatt until now, seeing his body carved and flayed like a fish. Their attackers were dirty, ruthless in their technique. They showed no mercy or grace in their mission to kill and maim.
And then, a switch flipped. Suddenly the frozen stance become hotâ molten hot. Shaking and burning with rage.
Still being restrained, Godwyn began to struggle and put up an enormous fight against the assassins. Their was no words, no method, or plan, just fight, fight, fight! This would make killing him now significantly more difficult, as their numbers, energy, and bodies were depleted.
Even as Godwyn struggled, the Assassin's grip on him did not faulter, the freehanded Black Knives joined their sisters in restraining Godwyn. The leader of this operation sighs and shakes her head at Godwyn's ever so desperate struggles..
Loustatt... Has never been defeated. He was an Empyrean, one fit to rule, deemed so by the Two Fingers. His own set, had become inactive, mysteriously so soon after he pledged his alliance to Marika. Dead, and gone. The Greater Will seeably.. Avoided him. How strange, for the greatest of all, to overlook this man who held the power to take the throne. There's this bitterness, tinging his tongue. An insurmountable amount of shame.. Is this what it's like?
Loustatt was never one to cry. But.. Tears streak down his cheeks as he watches Godwyn struggle. As he feels the essence of his very life, leave him. More and more, he can feel the cold embrace of death, creep up his body. His breathing is shuddery, and uneven. His heart weighs heavy.. As this is destiny.
"Godwyn-..."
He calls out to Godwyn, who he watches struggle, fight for his life.. Their lives. But.. It will be all for naught, in the end.
"The life leaves me yet-... I've.. Failed thee miserably.. As I die... I want thou to know-.. I will always cherish the time we spent.. All those years that I've watched over thee-... Seen thou grow from boy to man-... I've never been more proud.. Death.. Is inevitable.. I'm sorry- I let thee down..."
There is no greater shame, than admitting defeat. No amount of treating his wounds, wrapping them, will save him from the grip of death. As the leader Knife listens to the horribly pitiful Knight, she has her arms crossed and is tapping her foot.
"Knock out the Golden.. We're running out of time. The knight is already dying.. He's the one."
She uncrosses her arms, and she ordered her Knives. Loustatt never wept- for it was no such thing a man like him would do. But, here he is. Crying and sobbing. He's too weak to struggle now. He can't carry on much longer..
"Godwyn-.. I love thee, so much.. Never have I loved so fierce-.. This.. Is goodbye.. Im afraid..."
Godwyn's distress only grew as he watched helplessly. The amount of his struggling only grew, attempting to move the assassins around or twist them in hopes they'll give way.
Godwyn refused to give up on Loustatt just yet. He found himself captive in the endeavor to approach his lover, but was yanked backward everytime. Hearing Loustatts fading voice was the only calm in violent torrent.
"N-no... No! Loustatt please do not give up!" He pleaded. Tears began to stream down his face as the gravity of the situation began to crash down on him. He attempting to yank himself free once more to be closer to Loustatt, to no avail. If only he can just get a little closer, he could tend to his wounds. If only he can grab his seal, he could cast rejection and blow all these assassins away and make a break for it with Loustatt.
But it was all for naught, for he was out of time.
"No, Loustatt! Please!" He was rapidly becoming hysterical, a trickle of tears now becoming a more violent sob. "Loustatt, stay with me please!" He begged and pleaded in vain.
Then he heard the Assassins and he panics. It's over, it's truly over now.
"NO!! NOOO!! LOUSTATT!" He screamed. Screams to the void that he hoped would answer him back. An answer to this injustice, a pinch to wake him up from this nightmare. Instead, he would feel a sharp, quick blow to his head and in nearly an instant, the world turned black.
Loustatt watched as Godwyn fell limp.. Being knocked out cold, from the hilt of a knife. He shudders, as his armor is removed and undershirt cut off.. Met with the cold embrace of loss.
No words are exchanged, as the leader, to be known as Tiche, daughter of Electo. Ringleader Black Knife.. She stands behind him. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she leans down and speaks softly.
"Thy sacrifice won't be for naught.. He'll be safe. Don't thee worry about a thing.."
Her voice was not reassuring. It was quiet and cold. Just as the air of this room. The Black Knife Assassin's, however rough they were with Godwyn and Loustatt, they gently laid Godwyn down onto the ground. Loustatt can't help the tremble of his lower lip.
Tiche draws her knife, and before it pierces Loustatt, with his last breath, he whispers an unheard apology to Godwyn.. To die in the silence of the room, along with himself.
"I'm.. Sorry.. Things must be this way, Godwyn.."
"Forgive me."
.....
There's an Everlasting Abyss, at the edge of the comos. After the most vast, and darkest void. There is.. This Abyss. This is where souls come to die. A lone Outer God oversees this realm, and all beyond it. An observer, one ancient being who seen everything that transpired. He is the Void, bearing no true appearance, only a mimicry to one's vision. In a chair, he sits in the middle of nothingness.
A small, soft blue light gently floats down from above, fluttering down to his open palm. A form that's not even truly there, black and see through as the little light rests in his hand. It returns to him, coarsing through his form. In this Abyss, unfurls the life of Loustatt. His right eye, long ago placed in the Land's Between, before the Greater Will set itself in place of all else.. This Outer God, of Life and Death, was beginning and end of all things.
He's silent, as the loyal Knights life plays out, and becomes one with him. Mending, the god and Loustatt together, into one being once more. His death plays out to the god, whos faceless form is taken aback.. As these raw emotions he's never experienced, wash over him. Things he's never felt, take hold of him.
In the dark, a lone shimmer builds in an unseen eye. It twinkles, oh so sadly in this engulfing void..
...
It's morning, in the Land's Between. And Loustatt lays dead, still, unmoving, and cold. The large half Wheel wound of the Centipede marks him so. Black, contaminating his fine skin, as he lays on the cold stone, his blood decorates the ground around him there are no traces left of the Assassin's.
Godwyn will awaken to this horror, to find it wasn't a nightmare. The harsh reality of loss, the death of Loustatt was no lie.. He was truly gone. For good..
His head was pounding. His bones ached as he laid on the stone tile floor. Despite being out cold for so long, he didn't feel rejuvenated or well rested one bit.
His eyes cracked open slowly, adjusting to the new amount of light within the room. At first, all he saw was sunlight coming from a window and what looked to be a lump in the ground. With a few blinks, he would discover the grizzly scene.
Loustatt...
His heart sank to the bottom for the ocean. He blinked a few times, thinking, no, praying that his eyes were betraying him. Alas, it was the truth. The cold, unforgiving truth.
"L-loustatt...?" He muttered quietly, almost frantically. There was no response.
"Loustatt?" He repeated himself louder. He didn't move a single inch.
How could this happen?
He knew exactly how this happened. He just didn't want to accept it. He wanted this all to be some horrific nightmare, or some freak accident. Even the tiniest sign of life still within him could spur him into a frenzy.
Hands shakily touched Loustatts lifeless body. He was ice cold to the touch.
It's too late. He's gone.
Godwyn voice finally breaks into a sob. He begins to shakily take Loustatt into his arms, cradling his head.
"Loustatt... I am...so sorry..." He voice broken with hiccups. He was quickly becoming too hysterical to talk.
"L- Lou.. Lo-satt..." It wouldn't take long until the streets were filled with muffled wails of anguish and hysterical cries and pleas for his lover. The guards would he in for pretty big shock once they would kick the door down and see the blood bath.
The peace of morning was disturbed, by Godwyn's suffering. Leyndell's golden guard's indeed, burst down the door. Nearly breaking it from it's hinges. The scene.. Godwyn, Loustatt's unmoving corpse, the blood which decorates all around..
There is nothing they can do, not without Queen Marika or Lord Radagon around. So they are awoken, to this.. Unfathomable surprise. Marika demanded they take her to Godwyn, the scene of murder and destruction. Radagon, was already off down the hall.
Radagon was first to arrive, of he and Marika.. Guards stood outside the door, preventing any servents or passersby from waltzing in and seeing. He moves past them easily, and.. What he beholds, is nothing short of what true agony looks like, on Godwyn's face. The tears which ran down his cheeks like a creek from his own golden eyes, his hands sullied with blood and struggle..
"Greater Will and Cosmos beyond..."
The Elden Lord was speechless. His immediate concern, was Godwyn. But.. What could he possibly do? Such a loss, Radagon has never felt. Poor Godwyn.. This will be a gaping wound in his soul, for a very. Very long time.
"By the Erdtree-.. What's-... What's happened here?!"
Marika arrives, with a small group of guard's that lead her here. Something is amiss with her, to Radagon. She gasps, laying eyes upon Loustatt being a slaughtered lamb.. Her hands cover her mouth, but her eyes.. There is no emotion in them. Her face can twist all it wants, any expression. But Radagon can read her like no one else. He watches, as she rushes into the room, to take her place beside Godwyn, wrapping her arms around him like a possessive snake. Something isn't right here.. And Radagon's going to do what it takes to reveal who's hands pulled these strings.
"Oh Godwyn- Mine sweet Golden Child-.. Poor sweet thing.. How horrendous! This.. Is unfathomable! We will find whoever did this.. I swear to thee, and the Erdtree.. Justice will be had."
Marika combs her hands through Godwyn's hair, has a reassuring hand on Godwyn's shoulder. Her voice is determined, and stern. Radagon frowns, overlooking everything. He begins investigating, poking his nose where it belongs, for justice.. For Godwyn. For Loustatt..
Godwyn was beyond speechless. He couldn't respond to his parents questions or condolences, not coherently to say the least.
"M-m-mo..ther..." He gasped through his hysterical sobbing. "Th-t...th-they ki-" He couldn't continue, the emotions and turmoil were still too raw in his mind. He could only lean into his mother's hold and wail.
The memories of it all, fresh but with noticeable gaps in time, left him in complete hysterics. For hours after waking up he would be unconsolable, sobbing and clinging onto Lousatt's corpse until they had to pry him off when they noticed the corpse beginning to bloat. Godwyn would then be washed and brought to bed, all the while still weeping and deeply mourning his beloved Loustatt.
It would take Miquella stepping in to drug his brother with a sleeping incense in order for Godwyn to finally find some peace. He would fall asleep with dried tear streaks coming down his face. He would sleep for many, many hours. His body and mind made attempts to recover from the trauma and horror he had witnessed not too long ago.
He would wake up the next day in a state of major depression. He was out of tears at the moment, but he found no energy to leave his bed. All he could do is curl up into a ball as he tightly gripped the pillow Lousatt would sleep with. His scent still lingered on the pillow, and he looking for any remote traces him him within the bed.
It's been days, since Loustatt's memorial was held. All of Leyndell, shared their sorrow with Godwyn. But none will feel the pain he felt.. The true sadness tha wrought his very being, destroying any essence of happiness left. Radagon has been in and out of his room, as Miquella and Malenia have. Checking in on him, and keeping him company. Marika was off.. Doing what? Twas her own secret that no one knows.
Radagon stood by Godwyn at the Memorial who wept and wept, on a grand balcony overseeing the capital of gold. Marika preached, to the sky and the Erdtree, that Loustatt's memory will never fade, and none will provide as grand a service he did. But.. Radagon couldn't stop looking at her. He didn't trust her words to be genuine.. He's snooped around and poked his nose where it doesn't belong.. Yet he's found barely anything.
Miquella and Malenia were at either side of him, trying to provide some sort of comfort to him. They knew, their efforts may be in vain.. But there's no harm in trying. Regardless, Godwyn did not speak infront of Leyndell, and it's people. Instead, he was lead away by Radagon and the twins, to his room. Where he claimed what possessions Loustatt had left.
His pillow and blankets, for one. His sword was lost on that fateful night. Taken, stolen.. Whatever it was, it's no longer anywhere to be found. His armor, is displayed as a sight of true honor and sacrifice, sliced open in some parts, still colored with his blood..
Today, Godwyn had only Radagon as a visitor. Miquella and Malenia had yet to visit.. But for the time, he was alone. Unbothered with his tears.
A cold chill creeps into the room.. It's already dark. The curtains are drawn, and there is little light which lights the way. There's this.. Presence. Noticed or not, the Presence gets closer, and closer to Godwyn. His tears, his sorrowful sniffles and sobs, a feeling of loss is instilled within the room.
This being, whose presence is drawn not by death, but Godwyn's loss, is so moved by Godwyn, how he loved so dearly, and cried so truly. The Outer God of Life and Death, has come personally as his formless self, he's not yet found a mimicry he may take upon as himself in these Land's. No physical body may hold him.
But yet, unseen and unfelt as he was, gently sat behind Godwyn's curled form, exhausted, and horribly depressed. There becomes a little dip in the bed. The invisible force leans over Godwyn, curiousity, and heartfelt concern taking over his feelings of nothingness.
There's a moment of hesitation, before a very cold, unseen hand gently touches Godwyn's shoulder, carefully tracing down his back. And a voice, just above a whisper, yet loud enough for Godwyn to hear, as the voice is cold and soft, right behind his ear.
"Godwyn......"
The voice.. Sounds exactly like Loustatt. It's unmistakable, truly. The cold hand will retract and disappear the moment Godwyn notices it, but the presence in the room with him, will remain.
Godwyn pain held no bounds. Life without Lousatt was like living without half of your heart. What could he do without half of his heart?
Nothing. He'd rather be dead.
The chilling hand laid upon his back would have spooked nearly anyone. Not him. There was no energy to be found to react. While the hand chilled its soul, he prayed it would take him quickly if that was its intention.
Then he heard it.... no, him. He heard him. His beloved. The voice making him open his eyes and shoot upright. He feverishly scanned the dimly lit room around him. His beloved... his one and only...
"L-loustatt?" He croaked through a tired, teary voice. He searched the room for him, then he did again, and again, and again until the fever broke. He would notice the cold touch was gone as well.
It was all a fever dream...
Or so he thought. But he was sweating, heat pooled around his head. He found his energy waning again, as he laid back onto the bed. Had he really mourned so deeply that he fell ill?
The God could not reveal himself. Not as his true self, no.. Instead, he shall live on through Loustatt, who became one with him once more. But ever still, even with nothing and no one to be seen, his presence remains.
"Yes... Tis I... Thou art.... So sad..."
Is that something the knight would say? He would be concerned for Godwyn.. In fact, he is concerned. What a strange feeling, building up in his chest. There was another, hesitant reach out, almost flinching away.. But this time, his hand caresses Godwyn's head.
His cold fingers brush through Godwyn's hair. Godwyn was warm compared to this Outer God. Those lovely golden strands became cold with his touch, they felt unwashed, unclean.. It's clear Godwyn hasn't moved on. Not even close..
He feels for Godwyn. Having watched Godwyn be knocked out cold, before Loustatt accepted his fate, and died feeling as though he had failed Godwyn, but fulfilled his purpose. Why he was put into the Land's Between so long ago.
Loustatt was buried beneath the capital, with the roots of the Erdtree. Where deaths corruption would spread through the Land's Between, and give meaning to Those Who Live in Death.
"I'm still here.. Thou.. Will never be alone... Don't thee worry.."
This voice, just like Loustatt's, soft and caring, is spoken close and near to Godwyn's ear. The god mourns what Godwyn had lost, and so they share the same pain. A pain.. That has never been so familiar. This god was the very end of all, yet the beginning.
He was alone, from the start of his existance, unto now.. But he's giving his companionship and compassion, to someone who's never met him. But.. He knows all about Godwyn.
The charming smile, that adorable laugh. All Loustatt yearned to hear and more.. The god wanted to experience it himself. But.. How can he? Without a true corporeal form, he cannot. He is.. Nothing. But, at least, he was something in this very moment.
Godwyn made a feeble attempt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, pushing damp hair out of the way. He needed sleep. A nice long sleep, right. Perhaps then he could sleep off this fever dream and...
Did- Did he just hear that voice again?Â
He paused in his tracks. His breath stills as he listens intently. Was he hallucinating? That couldnât be him. It couldnât be his beloved, not after what happened to him. He was struck with destined death, his soul banished to the void. There was no way his soul was coming back from that. And then he felt the Godâs cold touch again.Â
His loverâs voice then washed over him with his words of comfort, and he could feel his entire world quake. He thought he didnât have anything left in him to cry, he believed that resorvior had dried out long ago. But as if he just drank from the river, a waterfall came flowing down his eyes.Â
Whatever he was hearing, it was Loustatt comforting him, some cruel joke from a uncaring God, or a fever induced hallucination. At this point, heâs not sure what he would want it to truly be.Â
âOh, Loustatt...â He began to weep all over again, shoulders shaking and a hand covering his mouth as his the volume of his shaking, hysterical breath was growing out of control.Â
Oh how he yearned to be able to embrace this poor, lost soul.. It pained this god, for the first time in his whole existence. The beginning of the comos, he embraced his loneliness he was meant to be.. It is what he was, and shall always be. But.. This is something new. Something his being would never experience, outside of these Land's.
He's been good, he's earned the right to be in the Land's Between once more, after all.. His influence has gone missing, the Rune he gifted unto the land has been locked away, under blade and fang.
Mournfully, he can only listen to Godwyn sob. There isn't much he can do after all.. Did he say something wrong? Are his actions.. Wrong? No.. No. There is no wrong to be done here, right?
This unseen being sits on the bed, behind Godwyn. There was certainly enough space for someone to sit, between Godwyn and the edge of the bed. Yet no one will seat themselves.. Not a corporal form, anyway.
Godwyn may yet feel his weight, or an imprint in the bed. The slightest shift on the bed. There's a cold creeping across the sheets, over Godwyn, as the unseen leans over him. The god's hand touches his shoulder, and he speaks softly once more.
"Godwyn... I am so sorry.. To pain thee in such a manner.."
To be living, to have a heart, is a curse. One this god never needed to worry of. For he wasn't living, he didn't have a heart. But yet.. This feeling gathers in his chest, it's dense and ever present.
He was more than a spirit borne of these lands ever could be, yet it's so strange how he has a sudden sense to remain, and watch personally over Godwyn. He would ask himself why, he wants this.. But he knows. It's all thanks to Loustatt.
The god's hand rubs Godwyn's shoulder like a caring lover, like Loustatt. He knew Godwyn, in and out. What secrets were to be kept? One.. That Loustatt never told anyone, or thing in this realm.
He was not of this plane of existence. The Greater Will rejected him.
This god.. He cannot communicate beyond Loustatt. All he says, is in form with what the loyal knight would say. His words of comfort, not the god's own. But yet.. They are his own. Because he is Loustatt, and Loustatt is one with the Void once again.
What more could a once unfeeling void do for one made of light and life, such as Godwyn?
His life now felt like a pitiful existence. A possible dream coming from sleep or illness is making him crumple up in tears. He felt so pathetic, powerless in it all. If The Greater Will can hear Godwyn's cries, why haven't they answered his prayers? Why can't they give him an objective? Where does he go from here?
How can he go on without him?
"W-whatever thou art... hah... If thou plan to harm me, make it quick." He mumbled through his sobs. He refused to turn and look at the entity behind him. He didn't want to see whatever this thing was that may want to bring harm to him, especially if it held Loustatt's visage. He knew Loustatt's soul was gone. Destroyed. No chance of ever coming back.
"My love is gone... Banished to the aybss..." He began to curl up again, bringing his knees to his chest. "Never to return... Therefore, my light is gone..." He buried his face with his arms, submitting to whatever dark fate this entity shall bring him.
Maybe... He won't take up mantle as Loustatt. Oh, oh dear.. Such an ancient soul, with naught an idea of ehat to do. What would Loustatt do?.. What would *he* do?
"Nay... Nay... I... Am the void which thou speaks of... He returned to I, the one of Nothing.. Please.. Myself is not here for that..."
He's not that brutal.. Unfeeling, indiffrent, yes. But.. Brutal? Unforgiving? No, heavens divine no. This, is when his form flashes in the dark. Reminiscent of the Black Knives, a dark and hooded figure, which may.. Be much larger than anticipated. Whether or not, Godwyn seen him, is no matter.
"There... Will be none of that... I assure thee.. I... Am Loustatt.. What he once was, and what he returned to... But tis not My name.. I know thou, but thee knows not of who I am.. Truly.."
What's his name again? What few Mortals called him? They gave him a name.. What was it?.. Ahhh, yes... Cyrus. That was his name.
"I.. Am Cyrus Daegal Marius.. I know thee, Godwyn the Golden... I am the Outer God those of this world remark as true death.. I am ending as I am beginning.. And thou hath drawn me here, to this realm once more.."
He and Loustatt shared the same voice. But.. Cyrus was much more flat. His cold hand pats Godwyn's shoulder, but his corporal form only lasts so long, and the touch disintegrates into nothing. He is but a silent watcher, in private commune in a world devoid of his influence.
"Twas long ago.. When mine influence was removed from these Land's. Loustatt acted as mine eye.. Watching the Land's, experiencing them in mine place.. I've seen thou, as he did.."
This is a week long event, so it's here for seven days! From today, till next thursday! It starts today, but im not counting it :)
What're the rules? Simple!
Send in something nice for the muses to react to! Say something, give them a thing, tell them you love them! Anything you wanna say!
Or you can go wild and tell them something lemony đ
Its a fun lil thing! Just send your ask in and you'll get a one-time reply from one of my muses! Or my OC's if you so desire!
If you ask for Varre I will gladly deliver.. But other than that, if you got a character that isn't one of my muses, I'll try my best with them! It's defiantly allowed to send in something nice to another Elden Ring Character!
This is not an rp event, and it's one answer only! You can come back as many times as you like! But it can't be the same thing/same character. Make it interesting! Make it fun! Make it saucy!
Now starts our small Festival of Love! Send your Valentine's-day themed asks now!
Reminder that this is still happening! Send asks while you can, this event is gone Thursday! You can send in multiple things, but it'll be a different scenario. No ongoing replies! One per ask.
Round one, fight! Pick a verse, any verse! There will be three rounds i will host as polls! Read the options, and vote for which one speaks to you!
Honestly, i love single dadda rada..
Single Dad Radagon- Rennala has disappeared. We know not the reason.. But in the wake of her leaving, Radagon is left with the three children he reared with her. Radahn (11), Ranni (9), and Rykard (7). He refuses the call of Marika, thus the Greater Will. He focuses on the children, and raises them with as much love as he can.
All Said and Done- Radagon/Marika and Elden Beast are free to go everywhere they want, after being defeated in the Erdtree's depths. Marika is a frumpass and wants to stay in Leyndell.. Radagon goes elsewhere, free of any duty beyond his own desires.
Golden Champion- Young Radagon! A wild man who's crazy about the Golden Order! No chain may hold him still- he's flighty and energized.. But not as well versed in spells or incantations. He doesn't need an army to back him up persay, all he needs is his sword.
Mortal- After defeat, Marika and Radagon are freed-but at the cost of their Godhood. No longer immortal, they are fated to grow old and perish. Radagon is kinda alright with it, Marika is not.
God of Regression- Radagon takes up the official mantle as 'the God of Regression'. His Golden Order ideals remain, but he's perfected them. Marika is the God of Causation, but denounced her title in spurn of the Greater Will. Radagon is it's next, chosen Lord.
Swap- Radagon and Marika swap places. Radagon is the cold God of Causation, while Marika becomes the God of Regression and the Golden Warrior. She still gets with Godfrey, and Radagon still gets with Rennala.
The votes are in! The people desire All Said and Done! Followed behind the tied Single-Dad Radagon, and Swap! Round two will be hosted soon, all together i think 4 rounds sounds fair for verses! So ASaD will win this round and be added to the canon verse list!
Radagon tilts his head in curiosity. Clearly, the omen had something to say, something on his mind. He sets the two ingredients he offered down onto the counter, and looks back to Morgott.
âDoth thou have something on thy mind? Have thee something else to add? Iâm open to ideaâs! No matter how strange. I promise thou will find no judgement from me.â
Radagon has not been down to the Subterranean Shunning Grounds. Heard of them, yes. Been to them? Heavens no. Itâs not that heâs scared, or fears what he may find.
But itâs what Marika would do. He wants to keep her pleased, so she doesnât make any further harsh decisions like she has already made. He knows he canât change her.. But he can keep her dormant, at the very least.
Heâs had his exotic tastes, and tried strange things while out and about as the Golden Warrior. Not to mention, heâs got an open mind about things. Radagon isnât opposed to change, unlike some.
âI-I⊠Nay⊠I⊠Have nothing to contribute⊠My apologies.â
A deep breath.
The Fell Omen carried many memories. Most of which he would prefer to have left alone in the dark. Where they belong.
â⊠Be there anything more thou wouldâst require of me?â
Radagonâs mouth twists momentarily in disbelief, but itâs a mere twinge. Marika would have pulled a full sneer. But sheâs not here.. And Radagon wouldnât fathom her being here.
The smile gently leaves his features as he sets down the bowl, and picks up the chocolate bars, wrapped in paper. He opens one up, and snaps off a corner. He then tosses it in the bowl.
âJoin me in breaking these bars, wonât thee?..â
He asks kindly, offering an unopened bar to Morgott.
There was a slight bristle to the omenâs fur as he watched Radagon break small off small pieces of the bar, adding them to the contents of his bowl.
â⊠If thou would insist.â
Spoken more as a servant in waitingâŠ
Truly, for someone born of the Golden Lineage, Morgott saw little worth in himself.
⊠Protector of the Erdtree. A guardian of the Golden Order.
⊠An abomination⊠A mistake.
He showed little emotion as he accepted the bar.
The bar was absolutely tiny in the hands of the Fell Omen. And, like the egg before, he managed to break off small chunks with such precision and delicacyâŠ
These were hands that were trained to kill. And yet these hands found themselves handling the simplest tasks as though they were an artform.
Radagon watched as Morgott tends to the chocolate in a rather delicate mannor, for one as tall and large as he was. Such delicacy comes from one who does care, who loves reguardless of return.
It was.. Admirable. In some strange, little way. Radagon wonât mention it though.
âThank thee, for helping me.. Making cookies is fun, but a tad daunting doing so by oneself. I greatly appreciate all thou hasât done for me yet.â
Radagon says, a little smile bouncing back.
âI do not wish to assume, so if I may ask.. Has thou ever tried chocolate?â
Radagon asks, breaking peice by piece of chocolate, and slowly covering the cookie dough in chocolate bits. Itâs a nice, milk chocolate. Though some is dark chocolate, those have yet to be opened. As, well, Radagon is uncertain if they should use it or no.
Radagon pauses just a moment, before he breaks a bit off and offers it to Morgott.
âWouldsât thou like to indulge with me? Try a bit, and Iâll try a bit. Sounds fair, yes?â
He says, tilting his head a bit as he holds up the broken off bit of chocolate to the omen, the gentle light in the room illuminated his features, and they were warm.
There are no tricks up his sleeves, heâs not one to hide ill intention, even harboring them. It wasnât him, no motive could truly work Radagon in such a way.
A young cleric, white as the very snow itself, slowly wanders into the room. Clutching her bell close to herself, she's visibly a bit disturbed by the sweetings picking their heads up and greeting her. Jolting a bit whenever one dares reach, squeaking when another tries to get her attention. There's a familiarity about this room, but a deep, dark one she dares not explore.
Everything about the sweet little girl is ghostly and frail, as though she'll fade away if she is even touched. Yet she is as tangible as silk blowing gently in a seaside breeze, or the sand as it glides through one's fingers. It's clear from a single glance she has endured much hardship - and there is more awaiting her.
Soon her head rises properly, and her rabbit red eyes look at the queen through pale white bangs. Swallowing, her head tilts to and fro like a curious pup, approaching cautiously as her free hand reaches out to show she means no harm.
"... Big..." Her voice is small, hardly above a whisper. "... Ma- aaa... Madam...?" Shrinking into herself a bit, as though expecting pain for an error she did not intend, let alone realize.
@eldenlordofdragons [Dis is Perona!]
(Aww!! Baby GORL đđ)
The Sweetings greet the young cleric one and all, gazing at her curiously. Why does she look like that? What's that fabric she's wearing?? They had to know! They had to touch! But it seems, all this attention was a little overwhelming for the poor little fawn, lost so bad.. She ended up here. How curious..
Rennala looks up from her egg, to find in her gaze, the very fawn that was spoken of. Hair white and pure as freshly fallen snow, eyes red and fearful, as a wild hare. She makes a hand motion, which the Sweetings understood and all payed attention to like hawks, and crawled away so this.. Meeting may be undisturbed.
They watch from the shadows, nonetheless. Curious ears, listening to what will be forgotten.
"Why, hello there.. Who might thee be?.. Thy business?.. Here, with mineself.."
Rennala tilts her head curiously, rocking a little in the cradle she shat upon, her sapphire eyes, though yet hazed with years of being heartbroken, still shine with an inquisitive gaze. That of an aged scholar, who's seen the world beyond the sky blue of day.
As the girl reaches out to her, speaking as if Rennala may harm her like she may have misspoken, despite just meeting the brokenhearted queen of Caria.. Rennala is gentle, as she comes fourth to take the girls hand.
Her palm is warm, and gentle. She, is very gentle, and slow in her movement's, and she barely even moved. She cradled the amber egg against her chest with her other arm, as she extended to hold.
"Thou is safe here.. No harm will befall, such a sweet, pure thing as oneself.. Not in a place of learning.. Tis be a safe haven, one may say.. I won't do thee any harm, rest assured.."
She's oh so delicately spoken, her palm soft and warm, holds the girls hand, in her much larger one. Seemingly unaged, untouched by time.
At first, Perona can't quite speak. Even her small hand trembles in Rennala's, as though she'll crack simply under the pressure of being known. Still, she does her best to look the queen in the eye, and meet her with the courage of heroes past and present. She's not quite able to, her eyes pausing just at the gem on Rennala's robes.
Then she blinks, going stiff for a moment, remembering there are things she's supposed to say. Ohh, what did those books from Papa Gideon's study say about greeting royalty again? She was never fit to meet a dashing prince or a sympathetic king, only ever being met with the cruelty of home's authoritative figures - more specifically the church. She'd been witness to and victim of countless cruelties by people meant to be respected, but even so she eventually finds it in her to bring her eyes further up.
Properly meeting Rennala's eyes, she gently pulls her hand back, both going to the skirt of her travelling clothes. Crossing one leg over the other, she gives a small curtsy, though she wobbles a bit with not having done it before-
"Oof!" Toppling over and landing square onto her behind, she squeaks, quickly getting back onto her feet and trying again. This time she's able to do it properly, though both hands remain close to herself. Her nervousness eventually lessens, realizing what Rennala had said.
"Sa... Safe. Safe," She echoes. "A-ah... M-my-" Hurriedly, she clears her throat, finally finding it in her to talk properly. "I'm... I'm Perona. Cleric from... umm... church?" Wincing a bit at her country's name slipping her mind. "I came because... I want to learn magic." Swallowing, her feet shuffle a little. "I was told by Papa Gideon... That my incantations won't be enough, so I had best find another way... And, and... I can't wield a sword; I'm too small. So he said Rala Luyacara-" Great remembering- "and the Carian royalty, especially, was a good place to look."
Her gaze falters a bit, but she does her best to maintain, though soon her eyes go back to the gem, unable to bear eye contact.
"... Madam... Can you help me?" She almost whispers, prepared to be turned away or told she had no such potential.
Oh, how Rennala's heart was warmed by this adorable little being. She sits back on her cradle, and hums. Rocking back and fourth again once more, ever so gently keeping a rhythm.
"Thou has't come far.. To a place of learning, and celestial knowledge.. Tis true, this place be of learning.. But we learn no more, within these walls, I am afraid.."
Rennala's smile falls as she says this, knowing no one has graduated from the academy in eons.. She's blessed no scholar with an honorary title from Raya Lucaria, and she's seen no hide or tail of any scholars that once taught diligently.
She sighs softly, and looks to the little girl with apologetic eyes.
"Yet, fret not, sweet Perona.. For I will teach thee all thou wishes to know. Though.. I may not leave this place, this Grand Library has countless years of knowledge, a great many have read these books over the eons we have taught.."
With a little golden wave of magic from one of her hands, a book comes loose from the bottom of one of the great bookshelves. It floats gently unto her lap, and she opens it.
"This is the introductory to sorcery.. Practice makes perfect, but doth thou claim a staff to perform, such sorceries?"
Perona seemed a little.. Unprepared first looking at her. The mention of incantations also gives this thought way, but Rennala is not one to assume immidietly. She waits for an answer to her question, and if she must, she will be more than happy to lend Perona some things to borrow, aiding in her magic ascension.
The Elden Lord Radagon, leal hound of the Golden Order, and second husband to Marika the Eternal. Night fell unto Leyndell as autumn consumed summer. The black of night and twinkling stars overtook the blue sky and clouds.
He was alone, currently. Wandering the halls of Leyndell's marvelous castle was a blessing, in of itself. But.. Nothing can fill the hole in his heart. This hollow, yearning sadness which holds him at all hours of the day.
Divorced from his first wife Rennala, and seperated from their three beautiful children. Radahn, Rykard, and Ranni. He misses them all. They all were symbols of his pride and joy. All things he loved.. All the things he lost, along the way.
What of them now? He wonders, silently. There's not been a smile on his face for some time, and yet, Marika still plans on creating a child with him. It disgusts him.. That she had no consideration for him. But.. The call of the Greater Will heeds him, which beckoned him back here. How he wishes.. The times were simpler again.
The red haired Radagon sighs, arms behind his back, head lowered as he merely wanders. Only thoughts of his family haunt his mind, but his heart remain empty, and hollow.
At the very foot of the Erdtree, Marika the Eternal erected a city of grandeur and order. From across the Lands Between, beings beckoned by the epicenter of all that is golden gather here in reverence of its divine beauty. Hail the Queen Eternal and Elden Lord Radagon, they said, long may they reign, for that was what always had been, and would surely continue to be.
But those with keener eyes and sharper memories could see through this deceiving facade. Rykard found himself wandering Leyndellâs golden halls alone, twirling his many rings as he examined the overly intricate stonework. The stench of putrid bodies from beneath sewer lids, ever so subtle, did not escape his notice. For all the harshness of Gelmir, Rykard was sure the Capital had even more skeletons within its own foundation. How unsurprising.
His company from the Manor was left at the lower wards of Leyndell, for this affair was for him and him alone. Him and his siblings, descendants of the Lunar Lineage, were to be granted the title of demigod upon the Lordâs ascension-and on the morrow, Rykard shall be known as Lord Paramount of Gelmir, Warden Demigod and Praetor of the Golden Dynasty, and be granted a seat in a court he despised with his whole being, alongside allies and bitter foes alike. The time for transgression had not yet come, but he was patient. He will become irreplaceable, delivering the Queenâs justice and retribution while adding in his own twists. By being its chief enforcer, he shall deconstruct the Golden Order piece by piece; and when the stars forspeak a chance, the seeds he planted will sprout into deathly serpents.
It was then an awfully familiar cascade of crimson hair and royal blue snapped the Judicator out of his trance. Rykard narrowed his eyes. Of all the unwelcome figures⊠but such an encounter was inevitable from the second a Lordâs Emissary dared to stain his doorstep. The messenger met an unfortunate end on their way to Volcano Manor-wild beasts and stray bandits, Rykardâs own bannerman had paid condolences before the Lord. Yet the Lord never took hints.
âTo whom do I owe the honor⊠Lord Radagon?â Slowly, he spoke, making sure to articulate every word precisely and callously.
Oh yes.. That's right. The ceremony was today.. Radagon can't believe he's just run into Rykard. The Elden Lord looks upon his blond son with regret in his eyes, it's unspoken, but the guilt is slowly killing him.
"Ah-.. Rykard. Well.. Im supposed to be present, for thy claiming the title of Demi-God, and ascension to a rightful place in this world."
Radagon resists the urge to look away, and bow his head in shame. He's wronged Rennala, and damned their children to unwanted fates. But.. What could he do? They know not the truth. And no one will..
Still his golden gaze is upon Rykard. With his hands behind his back, he actually bows to Rykard.. Probably seen as a hollow gesture to his son, Radagon still does what he believes is right.
"I... Am immensely proud of thee. No amount of apology will make up for what I've done, but.. I commend thee, and thy actions. Earning thine rightful place of one's own.. Tis not easy. And so, I hope thine succession is not short lived."
Radagon still loved his children. He still loved Rennala.. Ans he still loved Rykard. What remnants of a relationship between father and son, has clearly died long ago.
He can see it, in Rykard's eyes. The despise he holds for this place.. For Radagon. It pains him so deeply in his soul. But no words are worth anything to say.. Radagon knows what he's done. And he regrets it, greatly.
Welcome to the open Bottom! Radagon starter! Only one may claim this starter! For my sake :,)
So, anyone is welcome to dom Radagon! He's very willing to take anything given to him.. He'll guide your character, whoever it may be, through the process if they are shy ;)
You can be a canon character, or your own! No incest, please. Radagon will remain submissive throughout the whole roleplay. So he won't switch, im sorry to disappoint. But for the more dominant crowd, do as you will with him! Make him a mess, treat him soft an gentle.. Anything đ
You can either send me a DM to claim, or reblog and claim! First come first serve, ya dig? And don't worry! I may open another slot so someone else can get the chance to fuck Radagon's brains out! But for now, we will start with one person.
Enjoy! And remember.. Have fun with him~
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What Elden Lord Radagon does in private, is unknown. He keeps to himself, he doesn't share secrets. Especially his own.. Like Marika, their time alone completely is sacred.
Radagon prefers being away from his other half, in his own privacy. He felt he could be free to do as he pleased, for just a little while. So what does he do?
Well, he opens up a special locked drawer of his dresser, regal as all of Leyndell was, and pulls out a special gift to him, from a time long passed now.
He bites his lower lip as he handles it.. It's cold, and decently sized. What is it, you may ask! Well, to put it crudely, it's a dildo. Carved from a beautiful stone which glimmered in the light, and reflected beautiful colors at the right angle.. But he didn't pull it out to look at it.
"Old friend... I request thy service once again..."
He says, to the inanimate object. Radagon excitedly prepared for his evening plan, supposed to be unbothered by any. So, his door is left unlocked. The second Elden Lord happily discards all his royal and regal clothes, becoming nude completely.
He slips on his sleep robe, decorated with golden runes, stars, and constellations a plenty. It's soft, and sleek. From behind, the robe certainly gives away the Lord's nudity. He gazes at the mirror a moment, to sneak a peek at himself.
Radagon smiles, and pretends to be bashful, hiding his form behind the excess of fabric his open robe has. He chuckles to himself, before he goes into his chest of personal belongings.
A glass bottle filled with his own personal concoction.. Filled with a giddy excitement, Radagon hurried around the room to blow out what candles helped light the room greatly. He only needs to see so much for what he's about to do.
So soon after the room has vastly dimmed, he gets onto the bed, and begins his little ritual for such an event. On his knees, the so soft fabric blesses his knees with it's gentle, cool touch. Radagon excitedly traces the false cock in his hands. So solid.. So heavy.
He sets it aside, to unscrew the metal cap on the glass bottle. Oh, he's certainly going to make a mess.. But who says things cannot be washed?
Radagon's breathing gets faster, harder as he gets ever closer to his want. He swallows in excitement, as he pours the liquid onto his fingers. It's a clear liquid, but it's far from watery. It's thick, and looks a tad like some sort of monster slime. But it's an organic lubricant.
Radagon's golden eyes watch as the liquid coats his skin. Pupils dilated as he then sits back, in the middle of the bed, and spreads his legs.
He's too eager to begin so soon, and he knows this. Have patience... The red haired Radagon sneaks his lubricated hand between his legs, past his flaccid cock, to his ring. And no.. There are no rings on his fingers.
Radagon gnaws his lower lip, as he begins to tease himself. Pressing against himself, tracing what lies hidden beyond the red forest.. His breath hitches, as his lubricated fingers slowly enter, working himself open as paitent as he can be.
A sweet, delicate moan leaves him as a finger slips into himself. He can feel his insides, warm, and inviting.. Too bad there won't be another body to warm the bed with him.. But he can work with thism
Or.. Will there be another?
Just as Radagon starts to move his finger within himself, his door opens. His eyes shoot wide and he gasps, he cannot cover himself in time for his.. Very unexpected guest.
The moment of panic had Radagon red faced, and ashamed.. But then he seen who it was.
A bashful smile makes its way unto Radagon's lips, and he looks to his guest.
"Oh... It's thou.."
His smile widens, and his eyes lid halfway.
"How about one such as thineself lend's me a hand.. Hm? Pretty please.. With a cherry on top?.. I can only beg thee so much.."
And with that statement, Radagon eases himself.
Do you like what you see? Your free to use him how you will, as you wish.. He's at your mercy.
The nights bring a chill, even in the hotter seasons in the Lands Between. Whether it be blown in from the dunes or the seaside, it always manages to be a cold night all year round. Unless one happens to be in the swamp, which in itself is a very... tumultuous environment, weâll say. If the horrifically sized crabs and lobsters donât prove that, the place being a practical hotspot for the Volcano Manor recusants should.
But nevermind that.
Dragons are, as teased by bards and poets, adjacent to lizards. Even when crossed with humans to make Draconians, thereâs no viable way to truly eliminate being prone to sleep in the cold. Humans seem to sleep better in cold as it is, but itâs another thing entirely when the body shuts itself down to preserve its energy when heat becomes scarce.
Dragon Communion has made her strong - being blessed by demigods as one acknowledged by the Golden Order as dragons well are has made her large enough to pass as one. Horns and all, she stands mightily even when compared to say, Malenia. But her heart has remained, as have tears and joy and pain - and by the end of it she has become worthy of whatever mantle she is given.
Her bed is cold, and it pleases her no more. So here she is, the backlight of candles burning every which way to light the palace creating a fine silhouette. The sheerness of her sleeping robes teases her body, but even that doesnât hold attention for very long. Rather, itâs something else.
Amber eyes burn bright, the might of Fortissax and Placidusax themselves a beacon in her very soul. That alone exudes her strength, without even a sword in her hand or dark ashen skin tainted with the blood of the fallen. Dark night strands sway to and fro, hypnotically, as she approaches the scene with a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
The moonlight breaks the shadows on her face, revealing her gentle expression.
â... Youâre so cute when you beg, milord.â Her voice is the opposite, smoldering with desires of her own as well as a certain wish to grant him his. Warm the bed, give him something to hold and ruin him.
Sitting atop his leg, squeezing his thigh with her knees, she gives a crooked smile, lifting his chin with three fingers.
"A-Ah~.. Please.. Oh please... I need thee.. Anything- anything thou wants- thou can have.. Take of me- God's just ruin me.."
Radagon breaths excitedly, his pupils blown wide through his excitement and the beginning throws of pleasure.. His voice is smooth, and clear, low. He's so happy to see Dany.
Radagon's heartrate picks up, his muscles tense up as her skin touches against his own. He swallows, hard. He didn't even have the dignity to stop what he was doing when caught red handed. He liked being squeezed by Dany..
"Mhmf-.. What might thee be seeking this.. Humid night.. Hm?.."
He asks, clearly teasing her. One might ask, what the fuck is wrong with him? Truly, he had nothing wrong. Is it so bad to feel such a way? To endulge in pleasure at it's finest, it's purest form.. It almost feels like he's being a heretic.
He trembled beneath her, very unlike what the Elden Lord should do.. Shameful, by Marika's eye. But who's to say how Radagon feels of this, but Radagon himself?
Oh, he loved it..
Radagon gingerly pleasures himself while looking this beautiful woman in the eye. Her draconic hues, her movements were hypnotic. Her touch? Immaculate in this moment. His chest flushes in suit with his cheeks.
His red braid dangled behind his head, and down his back some. It wiggles limply, as he looks up to Dany like a good boy..
Every ginger grace is answered with a swell under his skin, from simply gentle touches of a lover to the more harsh passions of a dominant dragon refusing to let one away whom so willingly let himself into her grasp. Dare anyone says it's like a rich ale to him, a lingering brazenness that to a regular mortal would crumble beneath.
But not Radagon, never the second Elden Lord; he gulps it down without a thought for how the addiction would infect him. But to have someone that loves him as a Dragonlord well should probably turned the addictive danger into something akin to a cure. For loneliness, for self-doubt, perhaps even something far removed than what even Marika could give.
A smirk teases her teeth, pointier like dragon fangs themselves, prepared to leave some proper hickeys. That is, if he's a good boy.
One hand falls between his legs, finding his twitching cock in seconds. The moment her fingers wrap around it it seems to twitch, settling into her hand as though with a conscience of its own. As she pumps it she keeps her lips close to his, teasing him simply by drawing away whenever he should be to try to close the distance.
He'll have to keep begging, put it all in front of her, until she's satisfied. Something tells her he wouldn't mind - how genuinely adorable of him.
Her hand rises until one finger's drawing circles around the tip, teasing him almost cruelly as though in some form of retaliation of him trying to tease her there.
"Oh dear, what a conundrum," She hums. "Does my dear lord want to be inside me? Or rather, would he like me inside him?" She does have a strap-on at her disposal. (No one needs to ask any questions.) Clicking her tongue thrice, smoothly, she gives him a smile. "Poor thing. I just don't know where to start. How am I ever going to find what I've been seeking on this hot night, if my lord won't tell me what he wants from me?"
A soft nip at his lip, a gentle caress at his thigh.
"I could always just..." Her hips momentarily grind down on his. "So, what shall it be? Or perhaps I can do all I can, until you can't even walk tomorrow." Another nip. "How does that sound?"
Radagon whimpers as she takes his cock into her hands. When she first entered the room, it was limp. But as Dany closed the distance between them, it started perking up. Radagon couldn't help it, he's desperate for this sort of attention.
Pulling at his plumpy lower lip made him whine, the sharp teeth only add to it. In the dim candle light, he can see her expression, and he's like melted butter in her grasp. He speaks with a confident little smile.
"Why, my selfish goal of the night was to fuck mineself.. But since thou is here, I'll gladly take thee up on thy second offer.."
His leg twitches as her hand caresses the soft skin of his thigh. Surprising, given who he was. But who's to say he's suppose to fit a certain criteria? Lord Radagon can desire as he wishes, anything he wanted he can have.. Yes?
Marika couldn't give to him what he desired. She's selfish, and only takes from him what she wants, while he gains nothing in return. It's been some time, of meeting his primal desires.
A soft panting starts up from him as the finger inside himself is given rhythm. A sweet, desperate little look crosses his features. Elegant, clearly blessed by the comos for how heavenly he looks. Pleading with his eyes, golden hues half lidded with desires, swim with many profound feelings. But there are no thoughts in his red head, nothing beyond his current wants.
"Oh please-.. Mistress.. Mistress Dany.. I need thee.. In me.. I just need something in me.."
One could say his begging is pathetic, but in truth, it's something he became accustomed to, thanks to Rennala. She really drilled the want to be a good boy in his head. And so here he is- willing to he oh, so good for Dany.
Radagon truly is putty, beneath her draconic fingertips. He's so submissive, so willing to give her anything she desires of him. His eyes look off to where he left his personal false cock, and looks back to her.
"If thou wishes... One may use what I already have.. Just for the time being.. Till the true fun begins~.."
His free hand kneads into the sheets, balling up the thin fabric in his hand as he grips it. Later, he knows he'll be biting those sheets. Probably..
At his mention of it, she takes the object, at first looking at it perplexed. Tilting it this way and that, she hums. Itâs an odd material to be made with, durable as stone is along with the fine polish that makes these sorts of object smooth enough for safe use. A fine quality, too - something to be expected when owned by Radagon himself.
Glancing towards the bottle of lubricant she pushes him fully onto his back to crawl over him, breasts gracing his cheek for but a moment as she reaches over to scoop it up. Seating herself between his legs she diligently coats the dildo in the substance, using a quick maneuver of her knee to catch whatever drips. It smells nice, being made using simple concentrates from different plants, and it feels nice even as residuals on her hands.
A wave of her hand, and her strap - her preferred method to doing this - loyally materializes on her hips. Made to hold Radagonâs special friend, the recommendation best left unsaid, it snaps to it with ease, with magic also best left not described keeping it so that it doesnât suddenly break off in Radagonâs secondary Elden Ring.
Almost like a flip of a coin, her countenance shifts as she prepares to plunge into him, putting his legs around her waist.Â
One hand goes to caress his side, the other gripping his hip to have something to hang onto alongside taking care of him. He has earned it, being such a good boy. If she could, sheâd give him a kiss as yet another reward for him pleading and being so honest about wanting her. If heâs not screaming and whining for her by the end of this, sheâs not sure if she would have been doing it right.
Her gleaming eyes flicker to him, her expression gentle, gauging his reaction as she begins to enter him. Itâs not hard given how aroused he must have been before she interrupted him, with pausing each time (if any) his expression would twist or contort to give him time to adjust. After all, sheâs not merciless in that she would disregard pain or discomfort, even if he wanted it. The most she can do is bite him, unless sheâs driven that crazy by him, which could still happen.
Other hand going to his other hip, she picks up a rhythm, her own wetness growing by the minute as she does. Radagonâs getting what heâs begged for, in the way he deserves to get it.
He's oh so pliant beneath her palm.. He was easily pushed back further, both his hands end up beside his head. Radagon's lips, pink and red, part as Dany handles him. A sweet moan leaves him, ever so eagerly.
His golden eyes were once wide, are now half lidded and gazing at the draconic woman who knew just how to press his buttons..
"Ha-.. Ahn~.. S-So quick!"
He sputters, in some disbelief. His sleep robe is messily strew under him, his legs instinctively wrapped around her sculpted hips. Radagon's pupils are blown wide from all this excitement.. As he feels the prodding, Radagon moans once again. This time, starting as a gentle whine as the head starts pushing in further..
"Mhn.. Hh-!.. Hhha.. T-Thou doth not dilly dally-.. Mh? Ever so eager to warm the Elden Lord's bed~?"
His sass is cut short, as he feels the perfect phallus slick inside him, as Dany ever so slowly pushes it into him with her hips. Radagon's breathing pitches, and some sort of soft, yet high pitched noise leaves him as his back arches, stretching his tummy upward.
This most angelic look crossed his features. He was certainly gifted by the Greater Will, for being such a beautiful man. His jaw visibly trembled, as his head goes back against the mattress they are intwined atop of.
His legs squeeze Dany, simultaneously pulling her closer.. But its so soon, do they begin to spasm. It's been quiet some time since someone had truly dominated Radagon.. He is not complaining, surely.
As his legs loosened, is when Dany began to set him a pace. The adored treasure buried in Radagon easily slicked out of him, and back in. The heafty dose of lubricant squirted out of him, as Dany thrusted her hips back into him oh, so smoothly.. It trickled down his back, and Radagon's hands opened and closed repeatedly, grasping for something, anything..
From his throat came melodious song of passion and lust, may such a sound be forbidden, some sort of sin to those undeserving to hear it.. And here Dany is, basking in all Radagon had to give. He's not one to allow such things, without having some sort of returning feeling.
One of his hands grasps Dany's wrist, almost desperately. Through his sounds of immidiet pleasure, Dany could see the sultry smile overtaking his expression. His eyes are rolled back, but the gold is still visible.
"Hn-.. Nnh!... Great-er.. Will!.. Hhn~!.."
Radagon only wanted all Dany had to offer him, and he'll greedily suck it up, absorb and remember it all to recall later.. His red hair began to frizz out, and stick up in some places, his braid curled out from behind his head. It moved, in rhythm to Dany's pace as she thrusted in and out of him, keeping his toes curling and his lower lip bitten..
Round one, fight! Pick a verse, any verse! There will be three rounds i will host as polls! Read the options, and vote for which one speaks to you!
Honestly, i love single dadda rada..
Single Dad Radagon- Rennala has disappeared. We know not the reason.. But in the wake of her leaving, Radagon is left with the three children he reared with her. Radahn (11), Ranni (9), and Rykard (7). He refuses the call of Marika, thus the Greater Will. He focuses on the children, and raises them with as much love as he can.
All Said and Done- Radagon/Marika and Elden Beast are free to go everywhere they want, after being defeated in the Erdtree's depths. Marika is a frumpass and wants to stay in Leyndell.. Radagon goes elsewhere, free of any duty beyond his own desires.
Golden Champion- Young Radagon! A wild man who's crazy about the Golden Order! No chain may hold him still- he's flighty and energized.. But not as well versed in spells or incantations. He doesn't need an army to back him up persay, all he needs is his sword.
Mortal- After defeat, Marika and Radagon are freed-but at the cost of their Godhood. No longer immortal, they are fated to grow old and perish. Radagon is kinda alright with it, Marika is not.
God of Regression- Radagon takes up the official mantle as 'the God of Regression'. His Golden Order ideals remain, but he's perfected them. Marika is the God of Causation, but denounced her title in spurn of the Greater Will. Radagon is it's next, chosen Lord.
Swap- Radagon and Marika swap places. Radagon is the cold God of Causation, while Marika becomes the God of Regression and the Golden Warrior. She still gets with Godfrey, and Radagon still gets with Rennala.
