Hello! I was wondering if you were still taking requests, darling. If so, I’d really love a scene where Morgott and Lady Tarnished had an argument and the next day he was planning to apologize to her but saw her talking with a noble man laughing with each other (But he doesn’t see her uncomfortable expression and got a jelly feeling in his heart if ya know what I mean 😉) and all was resolve with loving reassurances and some *ehem* spicy *ahem* scenes. ❤️😳 You’re art and drawings make my boring days bright and shiny please keep up the good work, darling.💖💖💖
So I totally misread the beginning of this request…
There’s no argument in this dabble, I’m so sorry :(
Also, thank you! It makes me very happy to hear my stuff brightens your days :3
But here is an angsty/spicy dabble:
Always Worthy
Elden Ring fic
Morgott/ female tarnished
Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, angst, heartache, mentions of trauma, suggestions of adultery, oral sex, hand jobs, tit jobs, cumshot, come swallowing
Summary: Morgott sees a young visiting Noble seemingly catch his Lady Tarnished’s eye. The tarnished will have to put things right.
Feedback appreciated, 18+
The GodLord stood with her back facing Morgott, deep in conversation with a visiting Noble. It was a man, young and virile. Morgott paused, staying in the shadows of the hall.
His breath caught in his throat, golden eye catching the noble take the Lady’s hand. The way the man’s lips lingered on his wife’s knuckles for a heartbeat too long.
A sick feeling coiled in his gut, a tightness of chest to follow. Morgott gripped his cane tighter.
The Lady Tarnished shifted slightly, just enough for the flushness of her cheeks to be seen. It was the nail that sealed his coffin.
Morgott withdrew, retreating defeatedly. He watched his feet as he went, moving ever steadily. He didn’t even realize where he’d been heading until he stumbled through the stone doorway. Glancing up, he found himself before the base of the Erdtree.
Morgott slowly made his way up the many stone steps, steps he’d crossed thousands of times. He made it to the expanse of intricately carved white stone; passing ornate thrones, seats of demigods that were left empty as their owners laid slain before the ascension of the GodLord. He paused before the largest throne, the one for the Elden Lord… Dry leaves swirled around his feet like flakes of gold leaf.
His jaw was tight, lips a thin line as he studied every curve of the carvings. That sinking feeling in his chest twisted deeper, akin to a sharp thorn.
Was it heartache?
He cursed himself, willing away the stinging of his eyes. Morgott blinked up into the warm light of the Erdtree. It was beautiful. A shutter escaped him, trembling his shoulders as it worked painfully out of his lungs.
He never should of allowed himself to care for her…she was above him in every facet of life. It was foolish of him to want for more, to expect even the notion of coveting any minuscule part of her.
Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to hold on to every piece. It was cruel, the way his heart craved.
He blinked away the dampness, smiling up into the branches of the great tree. Throughout his hardships, it stood proudly before him. Morgott let that idea sooth him, that even if the Lady came to her senses and grew tired of whatever perverse dance they were sharing, the Erdtree would remain. He could bask in its light.
Through the darkness, he would endure…pain unfortunately not a new feeling. He would endure.
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It was not unusual for Morgott to go through periods of reclusion, echos of his long time alone. The Lady Tarnished tried to give him space, not wanting to wholly suffocate him. She realized something was truly amiss when Morgott began to avoid his bedchamber even. After being alone to eat for the second dinner in a row, she went in search of him.
Finding him in his study, she quietly entered. His tail flicked at the sound of the door, signally he knew she was there.
The tarnished took a breath, his silence deafening. “Is his Lordship well?” She ventured to ask.
“Agreeable.” He answered dismissively, never stopping his quill.
She worried her hand a bit, emotion bubbling up with the next question, “You missed dinner…”
“I find mineself without appetite.” His answer was once again dismissive.
“Alright…” she nodded, feeling dejected, “I apologize for bothering you, my Lord.”
“My Lady.” Morgott set his quill down, his voice low.
“Yes?” She took another step towards him. She saw him looking blindly forward, a heaviness gathering about his shoulders.
“There is no need to force faithfulness to this union…If it would please thee…to pursue suitors more suited to thy splendor.” He sighed, voice thick with strain, “The people would not judge, given the circumstances…”
The tarnished was stunned, his words not quite sinking in at first.
In her silence he continued, “We can uphold appearances for the public…I will hold no ill towards thee. The affection thee has awarded mineself up to this point was more that one of mine kind deserved.” Pain frayed at the ends of his words.
“Excuse me?” The tarnished blurted out.
Morgott stiffened, turning a bit more towards her. She met his gaze, golden eyes a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He swallowed thickly, her reaction not what he expected. He though she would be relieved.
“What kind of woman do you take me for?” She asked sharply.
“I simply wanted to make this situation more palatable for my Lady.” He admitted, adding softly, “I wish not to cage thee.”
“Situation?” She echoed, “When exactly have I treated this marriage, or my Lord, as a situation needed handling?”
He was the one finding words hard to come by now, looking wholly lost under her sudden ire.
She stepped closer, voice cracking a bit as she asked, “Have I upset you?”
That threw him for a loop. “I…saw the interaction with the young Noble last afternoon…” he admitted, the memory painful.
“Earl Tyr?” She crossed her arms.
“…Aye.”
“The fool that was attempting to seduce me as if I was a pliant young maiden?” She scoffed. Annoyance filtered over her face for a moment before it melted into empathy. She closed the distance between them fully now, causing Morgott to tighten a bit.
“Do you think I am so discontented to throw myself at any waiting man?” Her voice wavered.
Morgott frowned, wanting to reach out and take her cheek but he restrained himself. “Would be understandable, given my Lady’s choice of consort.” He sighed, “Thee assuredly would be much happier with one deserving of thy splendor.”
“Oh Morgott…” her voice was wounded, soft and gentle as she reached for him. Her hands found him, knotting into his robes. Her golden eyes were glassy, making his heart twist.
Taking his face, she pulled him closer. Their lips touched, chasten at first but quickly evolving into something more passionate. He knew her, knew her taste and her every curve. Despite attempting to distance himself from the idea of her, his body reacted to her affections in kind.
She pressed her body against his, drawing a gasp from his lips.
Breaking the kiss, the tarnished fell to her knees. Morgott knotted his brows, her sudden position an enigma. In his perplexed state he failed to notice the tarnished opening up his robes.
Morgott sucked in a breath, watching as her hands found his sheath.
“M-My Lady, what are-“ he started but the tarnished gently shushed him. She stood just long enough to strip away her dress, it falling into an ivory pile about her ankles. Sinking back into her previous position, she looked up to him through her lashes. Morgott flushed deeper, feeling that stirring in his gut. His cock was easily urged free and into her waiting hands.
She pumped his member, eyes big and doe-like, “I only desire you this way.” Her soft hands gliding over velvety skin as she continued, “Only you to see me like this.”
They had spent nights together, certainly, but this was overwhelmingly new for Morgott. All their couplings were conducted in very private locations, safely behind locked doors and the cover of darkness. This was in the middle of his office, door unsecured for anyone to potentially stumble on them. That thought alone both mortified him and had his cock pulsing in the Lady’s hold.
The fact that the GodLord would risk appearances in such a way was not lost on him. Her loyalty felt foreign, wanting to please him even more so. She was his god, the gold of grace, and yet she knelt before him as if in prayer. Worshiping him in the most carnal of ways.
It made his head spin, skin feverish and breath labored.
“Any way to prove it to you…” her lips dipped down to wrap around the pointed head of his cock.
Morgott shuttered, gripping the desk edge tighter.
She swirled her tongue around him before pulling back with a wet ‘pop’. Spit dribbled down her chin as pre oozed from his slitted tip.
“Just name the way.” She begged. As the words left her she took her breasts in hand, leaning forward to sandwich his cock between the pillowy mounds. The image alone almost sent him, Morgott groaning out as she used her chest to service him, sucking the tip back into her waiting mouth.
The office filled with obscene sounds; Morgott’s hips bucked up into her softness, smearing pre over her gold flecked skin. The Lady eagerly lapped at any exposed cock, eyes periodically flicking up to him. He was close, she could feel it.
“I-ah…I-“ He managed, knuckles white.
The tarnished’s mouth released his cock to coo, “It’s alright, let go for me.”
He couldn’t defy her, muscles straining with a strangled cry. The tarnished gulped down what she could, the rest of his release splashing over her chin and over her exposed breasts.
Catching his breath, mind clearing a bit, he looked down at the tarnished. She was a mess, he felt shame now that the act was done. Morgott leaned forward, using a corner of his robes to wipe her face. She sat still, letting him clean her up.
Just as he started to move away, she caught his wrist, keeping him close. Morgott tilted his head, mouth a thin line. She met his gaze, golden eyes pooling with emotion.
“Never think you are undeserving of me.” She murmured, nuzzling into his outstretched hand, “You are the most loyal man I know…and I would want no other at my side.”
Morgott regarded her for a long moment, chest heavy. Suddenly, he scooped her up, hugging her close. The tarnished smiled, cuddling into the embrace.
Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, knotting, cream pie, abdomen distending, cock warming, chances of getting caught
Summary: Morgott is very busy but his little wife wants to try out something new!
Feedback appreciated, 18+
“Cease thy squirming.” Morgott growled, the tarnished feeling the words rattle through his chest.
She was gingerly seated upon his lap, cock inserted until their hips were flushed, while he attempted to finish paperwork. It was a compromise of sorts: the Lady was allowed to indulge herself, while Morgott was given more time to work. On the condition, however, she would sit still.
The GodLord was many things: optimistic, persistent, bubbly, and determined to a fault. Patience did not make her list. Soon enough she was wiggling her hips for more friction, much to Morgott’s annoyance.
“You have a polearm through your middle and not squirm.” She shot back, a giggle in her tone.
He gave a scowl, writing a bit harder, trying to keep his frosty demeanor from cracking.
“Thee begged to try this ‘warming’.” He pointed out, gesturing to their current position, adding, “So I may catch up on mine work. Now still.”
“It’s called cock warming, my love.” She corrected. Morgott sniffed as a reply. Feeling him tense a bit at that word the tarnished cheekily doubled down.
“Say it.” She wiggled, lips curling deviously, “Say cock.”
“Nay.” He continued to write.
She wiggled harder, “Say cock!”
“I shan’t proclaim such filth.” He grumbled, adding as he glanced down at her, “Such obscenities are beneath a God, as well.”
The Lady Tarnished wrinkled her nose impishly, “Even when your cock is buried to the hilt in me? Doesn’t seem too fair.”
Morgott placed a hand ontop of her head, “Cease.”
All the movement had his knot swelling inside of her, it felt very peculiar. She’d never been knotted in this fashion, being able to feel that pound of flesh grow until locking them together.
She pressed down on the bump his member caused in her abdomen, causing a shiver to run up his spine. She could feel pre ooze into her womb, her inner walls squeezing him, totally stuffed full.
A sigh could be heard, escaping his lips, almost hidden beneath the scratch of a quill. The tarnished leaned back, nuzzling into the fur of his chest.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before the words could fall from her tongue the sound of knuckles wrapping on the study door echoed throughout the room. They both froze, eyes going wide. The Lady looked up, meeting Morgott’s gaze as he gave a slight tug to his knot. Stuck tight.
He frowned, clearing his throat to call out, “I’m quite busy at the moment.”
A heartbeat passed, the couple almost thinking themselves Scott free.
“Apologies, my Lord.” Came the weary voice of a steward, “This is most time sensitive…”
Morgott huffed, thinking quickly. Grabbing his robes he whispered, “Not a sound.” Before throwing his heavier outer cloak back over his shoulders. The Lady was cast into darkness as she was promptly hidden away; the baggy attire giving ample room to conceal her form, and from his position sat before his desk Morgott could pass for simply working. Hopefully.
“Thee may enter.” He signaled, the sound of the study door opening to follow.
The tarnished listened as the steward explained a contact, passing it over for the King’s signature.
Ever so slowly she rolled her hips, earning the muscles of Morgott’s abdomen to tighten. The Lady bit her lip, repeating the motion.
Morgott let out a strained sigh, hand trembling a bit as he signed the contact, his wife’s movement becoming more earnest. Waves of pleasure shot through his cock, that coil in his gut threatening.
Hidden completely, and with Morgott’s back to the waiting man, the steward was none the wiser. He took a tentative step back when he saw the Lord’s tail lash.
With the fur raising along his spine, Morgott rolled the contact into a scroll as gracefully as he could manage. Handing everything back over without turning.
The Lady toyed with her own clit, her walls squeezing down on him like a vice. That was it, he was done for.
His whole body tensed, balls drawing up tightly. The Tarnished bit down on her knuckles to stifle the sound that dared to spill as her insides were suddenly flooded.
Morgott’s eyes rolled back a bit, blowing air out of his nose like an angry horse in an effort to fein composure. He gripped the desk, knuckles white as his cock throbbed out more release.
“My Lord, are you well?” The steward asked worriedly, clutching the scroll a bit tighter.
“Fine. Fine!” Morgott strained an even tone, waving the man away.
“My apologies…for disturbing you, my Lord.” They gave a slight bow before retreating.
Morgott stayed as still as stone until he heard the click of the door. His muscles went slack, a shaky groan leaving his lips now that he was able.
He yanked his robes aside.
The Lady was flushed, stomach swollen with come and a flirty smile plastered across her face. She met his glare, giggling.
“Signed that contact awfully fast, my Love.” She commented, “I’d venture to guess you failed to even read it. Shame, shame.” Her tone mocked a chide.
Morgott’s scowl deepened, “Thee will regret this later.”
The Lady grew bolder at that, “Oh, will you punish me?”
“Aye.”
“I cower before the Fell Omen!” She flashed a smile.
He could not hold his annoyance with her, especially given their current intimate position. His face cracked, eyes closing as a weak smile spread over his lips. He gave a dark chuckle, low and rumbling, causing the Lady to pause.
“No, beloved mine.” He took her chin, tipping her head back to meet his gaze fully, “I want thee to writhe.”
Listening to songs rn and The Way I Feel Inside is absolutely Morgott's theme song with his Tarnished before she straight up has to tell him she loves him.
Oh god yes…
Morgott: *pinning over his literal wife*
Morgott: *hoping she can actually love him even though he’s an acursed omen*
