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Since we were talking about a possible scenarios in Dark Souls 3 me, and him could go through (but never did, for technical reasons XP ), and that was very inspiring. As a bonus, I decided to exercise my writing skills, and made a little erotic fanfic. You can read it, if You want, and let me know, should I do things like that from time to time, or should I never, ever do it again X3 But beware, if You never played any of the Dark Souls games (especially the third one), You may get very lost and confused, as I’m using in-game vocabulary, and terms.
Mingle was getting a bit irritated. She died trice already, always waking up near this one bonfire of the Central Irithyll. Once by the hands of the burning-stake witch, surprising her with a tower of flame, rising from underneath her. Once she got overwhelmed by a bunch of some sort of undead slaves, surrounding her, and striking her with several greatswords. But the last time was the worst. She got past the beautiful, snowy square with the fountain, just to be invaded by some asshole with a fat-looking, covered partially with fur armor. He was clearly stronger than her, toying with her, making insulting gestures, and throwing knives at her. He finally finished her with a backstab, but not before groping her in a disgusting manner, squeezing her breast, and pressing her butt against his legs.
She took a moment to calm herself down after this unpleasant incident. The worst thing was – a part of her actually welcomed this erotic touch. She was traveling alone for such a long time, without taking breaks to… please herself, and her body just missed any caress at all. She collected her thoughts, determined and motivated. She can do it now. She will press forward, kill all the enemies, and find another bonfire. Mingle was sure of that. She just needed a little boost of health, so she stood up, and cracked an Ember in her hands. She felt strength flowing through her, and little burning flames started to dance on her elegant dress. She was ready to pick her sword, and march on, but then something caught her attention. A name written in glowing gold, right next to a bonfire. She was curious. That was not a typical placement for a summon sign. She just defeated an enormous skeleton engulfed in darkness, and a giant, wild beast defending the bridge. She did not expected another big adversary so soon. This would mean whoever left this sign, just wanted to help others, by guiding them through this place, and she found it very admirable, and sort of cute. She got on her knees, and gently stroked glowing letters, with her fingertips. The inscription read: “StarSinger”.
The flash of light came out of the sign, and she stared in awe, as from it, a well-built warrior with an angelic wings on his back arose, standing up, hands outstretched to the sky. When the glow disappeared, she immediately realized, that he was not enveloped in the golden aura, and she could see his features clearly. He must have been wearing an Untrue Dark Ring, which was yet another courtesy from him. In case they were invaded by anyone, he can act as a decoy, so their adversary will stay unsure, which one of them is a host – a much more rewarding pray, and which is the summon. This warrior already impressed her with his kindness, even if she saw him for just a few seconds, and they didn’t even set off yet. The face of the stranger was also very handsome, and he had a warm, welcoming smile.
They looked at each other for a longer moment, her mouth slightly opened in awe, and his eyes set on her face. They shifted a bit, presumably to get a better look at her, and then she saw his expression changing to the one, of a slight timidness, and a delicate blush popping on his cheek. She suddenly realized that she’s still on her knees, right in front of him, with her face almost at his crotch, staring with her lips half opened. And even worse than that, when she lowered her gaze in shame, she noticed that her nipples – erected from the cold of this snowy land, and a recent touch, were clearly visible from underneath her black, not fitted to accommodate the size of her breasts, blouse. She suddenly felt naked in front of this magnificent Warrior of Sunlight, and that excited, and aroused her even more. There was no denying it. She was horny, and wanted this stallion. Mingle opened her mouth wide, and let out a weak plea:
- Take me!
But seeing confusion on Star’s face, she remembered that voice does not travel across the different worlds, and she can’t communicate like that with her summon. So she closed her eyes, and started unbuttoning her shirt. For a moment a knight before her looked very abashed, and reached out with one hand, trying to stop her, but before he could, her blouse opened wide, letting her large breasts out, swaying slightly, and gracefully. That stopped him, and he retreated his arm, smiling. She dropped her eyes, below his waist, and saw a bulge, suggesting that the view was very pleasant to him. Mingle was really fascinated by this bulge. She tried to trace it down his leg, with her eyes, but it never seemed to end. At least not above the knee. She reached out with her hands touching it, which made it even stiffer. She couldn’t hold it any longer, grabbed his pants with both her hands, and slid them down. His stallionhood jumped up slapping her in her breast, on the way up to stop right in front of her surprised face. Star looked down a bit embarrassed, but then she took his cock in her both hands, starting to kiss, and lick it. She was quick, and passionate, while drawing circles with her tongue on his shaft, and he felt that pleasure is weakening his posture, so he swiftly drove his weapon into the stone floor they were standing on, and leaned on the giant shield, he carried with him, relaxing. It was a signal for Mingle to do whatever she wanted, so she opened her mouth wide, and put the end of his stallionhood inside, sucking, and moving her head back and forth. She was now so aroused, that she started playing with her own breasts. Star couldn’t see it, but she got all wet kneeling down, and pleasuring him. So much, that her juices started dripping on the cold stone tiles below her. She was out of control, and unable to stop. Star felt the pleasure building up, so he tried to slow her down, aware, that she can’t hear his moans, but then she pushed her head towards his body in one, strong move, forcing his entire shaft down her throat. He couldn’t bear this any longer, and came. Mingle felt her entire throat, and mouth being filled with warm, viscous substance. She tried to swallow whole, but there was just so much, that she pulled back, and a serving of sticky, white stuff landed on her lips, boobs, and dress.
She stood up, and bowed, thankful, and satisfied for just being able to serve this noble knight. But he noticed a wet stain on her skirt, and a small pool she left on the ground. He smiled. This warrior will not let her go, without making her come too. He approached her, placed a small kiss on her cheek, and then took a step backward, his cock still hard (apparently his journey was as long, and lonely as Mingle’s), and pointed his finger. Down at the stained floor first, and then moved it up, to her private parts. Her eyes widen, and a strong blush flooded her face, but she obediently reached down, and lifted her skirt up, exposing her naked marehood. It’s juices were dripping, and flowing down her legs. Star got even more excited, and so he got down on her, and started licking her. If he could hear her, he would know, how much pleasure he gave her. Mingle let out loud moans, but he didn’t stopped, until her legs started shaking, unable to support her anymore. He stood up, and turned her over, lifting her skirt up, and rubbing his stallionhood, against her buttcheeks. She quickly grabbed his Zwihander, sticking out of the ground, since she knew, she would not be able to support herself any longer. She barely did it, when she felt a long, warm shaft entering her marehood. She was so wet it went in quite easily, and the pleasure filled her entire body. She could barely maintain consciousness, when Star was pounding her from behind, holding her waist tightly, and thrusting his cock deeply into her. The never-ending Irithyll’s night bore witness as this warrior of the Sun mingled with the knightess of the DarkMoon, for a longer time, until they both were satisfied with an united, powerful orgasm, which filled air of Mingle’s world with a loud moan, and heavy panting.
This night later saw them setting off, carving their way through this abandoned city’s streets with their blades. Their worked well together, slashing enemies gracefully, and in unison, almost as if they were dancing together. His greatshield, and wings, always covered her, when she needed to take a sip of her Estus flask, and she always protected his back, with wide, frosty sweeps of her blade, whenever surrounding them adversaries got too close. He showed her the path, and all the secrets he knew of, leading right up, to the massive, beautiful church. She followed him, and from the stairs, she could already see the warm, orange glow of the bonfire – a goal, she was set on reaching. When entering through the main door, she saw inside another unkindled knight, her acquaintance, she met along the way, leaning against the wall. It seemed like a safe place to part ways. She looked back at Star, longingly, a bit sad, that their adventure is coming to an end. He probably read her thought, and possibly felt the same way, but it was time for them to part. So he took her hand, and kissed it, as it was the most fitting farewell for a noble knight, to give to a lady like her. But before he left he discretely pointed on stone statues that were stocked in the corner of the room, and rotated his hand, to give it a thumb down. A clear warning. He outstretched his body, and once again, lifted his arms way up, to the skies, praising the Sun, that was unable to reach this place, and disappeared in black, smoky swirl of the separation crystal, returning to his own world. Mingle looked at the corner of the room, squeezing a handle of her sword tight. She was ready to venture forth, alone again, and face whatever comes her way. But in her heart, she hoped, that maybe, even thought it was unlikely, she one day will once again come across a golden summon sign with a name, she will not forget, as long as she won’t turn hollow.