Elden Ring: Miquella's Consort

(A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while. My damn game got deleted when I was trying to install the DLC and got into such a headache😭. But hey, I fixed it AND installed the DLC, so we're all good to go again! And my Lv 400 save wasn't deleted, so that's a plus! But as an apology, you can have this little smut chapter👀!)

Alistair :"Did you know that you can give fake money to homeless people?"

Miquella's eyes widened :"You... absolute monster..."

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Warnings: dom Alistair, sub Miquella, blowjob (M receiving)

Miquella was about to respond with them not being married yet again, but he knew Alistair's response to that already. He had answered a few times already, after all. So he could only pout with a face resembling a tomato, finding it in himself to break eye contact only when he gave up :"O-okay, okay, I understand... seriously, you are so impatient at times..."

"Fantastic." Alistair's voice dropped an octave, making him shiver as he purred :"Then how about you get rid of that underwear already so we can get in? We don't want to get sick from staying naked out in the open."

"U-um... o-okay..." Miquella answered meekly, locking his fingers with the waistband of his underwear. But feeling Alistair's watchful eyes, he glared shyly, his blush traveling to his ears and neck :"Y-you could at least not stare so hard... l-look away already."

"No." He grinned.

"Y-you... haaah, seriously..." Unable to convince him, and already feeling cold, he gave up. He pulled his underwear down, and gulped at the sharp, deep breath he heard Alistair take. He could feel those graceless eyes on his most intimate parts, and couldn't help but cover himself up with his hands quickly :"T-there, I'm naked, so let's get into the water already."

Alistair frowned at the hands covering his bits. He wanted nothing but to grab his slender wrists and move them away to gaze at his private parts. Having the body of a 13 year old, such a girly one at that, his member obviously wasn't large. But the sight of his small, flaccid member he was trying so hard to keep from getting hard, resting atop of his full balls, which obviously hadn't been emptied for a long time, made Alistair consider if Miquella's charms were beginning to work on him or not.

He was gay. Gay as hell. At least for Miquella and femboys like him. That was pretty obvious. So it was no surprise that he wanted to pin Miquella down and bury his face in his small bits. The thought of burying his nose under his cute, erect dick and on his balls was enough to make him hard. The sight of Miquella standing there naked and squirming didn't do anything to stop that either. And unlike Miquella, he really wasn't a shy one when his mind had gotten into that horny subspace.

Unlike Miquella, he wasn't small by any means. Not big either. But huge. Enormous. While just flaccid, it was already 7 or 8 inches. And now, as his member hardened at his spouse's form, it grew erect to a mighty 12 or 13 inches in length.

(A/N: *Smiling crazily, speaking like movie Joker* You didn't think I was gay just for femboys, did you? I thirst for musky, muscular men just as much as I do for cute, breedable femboys! Don't worry though, that's not happening here.)

"Eek?!" So it was no wonder that Miquella jumped when it grew to such a length that it poked his stomach :"W-w-wait! Alistair, w-w-what are you... w-why are y-you getting e-erect?!" He quickly covered his eyes as he looked down, but brought one hand down just as quickly when he forgot he was naked.

"I think you had a point, Miquella." He stepped closer, whispering hotly into Miquella's ear :"We may both be guys, but you sure as hell are getting me excited as fuck." Feeling his giant member poking even harder, hard like an iron rod, Miquella couldn't control his breathing anymore. Nor could he stop himself from looking at it, marveling at it, and fearing it at the same time.

It was resting just a bit next to his own member, but the size difference actually made him afraid :'A-am I s-supposed to take THAT i-inside in the future...? T-that's just... i-impossible, isn't it...?'

Amusement took Alistair, along with pride. The moments where his partners would always be afraid of his member's sheer size had always been such ego boosting times. But of course, it always made things hard. He had become a master of foreplay because of how much preparation his partners always needed. He was confident in bringing them, male or female, to climax again and again with just foreplay alone.

"Hahaha, no need to look at it like that, hon." He kissed Miquella's cute ear, making him yelp and jump :"It's not like I'm going to ask you to bend over and take me balls deep. Not like I'm asking you to let me breed that cute asshole to oblivion or anything. Well, not now, at least. In the future, now that's going to be your duty as my dear husband. But for now, let's just take a bath, okay?"

Miquella was frozen in place. He sure looked like he was freezing from the way his body was trembling. In his shock, he didn't even realize the hardening of his cute member. Alistair's filthy manner of speech did things to him. Things he didn't know would ever affect his body.

He gulped, not knowing what to do as he looked at anywhere but Alistair's eyes. Anywhere but his eyes. And most definitely anywhere but the raging bitch breaker poking at his slim waist, threatening to push him down with just the pure strength in its bulging veins.

So his eyes locked onto Alistair's broad chest. Right at the cleavage that looked like a sweaty valley resting between his muscular pecs. His breath uneven as a fog of lust filled his mind. His thoughts. Leaving him hardly able to think about anything but Alistair and the mouthwatering member he wanted to ignore so much.

"Hahahaha, how cute. But Miquella, as cute as you awestruck face is, we should get in the water now. Come on, turn around and walk along." He gave his cheek a small peck, before turning him around and making him walk. Miquella would have argued something, if forming thoughts wasn't such a difficult action currently.

Alistair's eyes instinctively moved to Miquella's cute ass. And as mouthwatering as it was, Alistair needed it improved :'Hmm, just wait for when I help you grow up, my adorable husband. I'm gonna let you have the picture perfect booty. Only that will satisfy a booty warrior such as I.'

The water hitting his feet finally let Miquella's mind clear up a bit, however, he didn't fight back Alistair's hands. Letting him lead him into the water with a blushing face before he sat on the edge of the water, letting his lower half get used to the water, while Alistair just sank neck deep. That Endurance attribute wasn't for show.

But the instant Miquella privates hit the water, his eyes widened and he almost screamed in embarrassment as he covered them quickly. He almost hoped that Alistair hadn't noticed his erection, but the loud laughter at his reaction already told him his answer.

As he sat there, hands and thighs desperately hiding his member, pursed linked lips trembling, his eyes began to water from the embarrassment. In all his long life, he had never been so humiliated. Getting the biggest hard on of his life because of some teasing was enough to make him want to throw himself into a hole in the ground and never come out.

What's more, it was because of the graceless Tarnished, his chosen consort, who he wanted to see Miquella as a dependable comrade he could rely on. But here he was, turned on harder than ever before and almost crying because of embarrassment.

"Geez, calm down, Miq. No need to overreact." At least before his future husband's fingers gently traced over the sides of his eyes one after the other, collecting the unshed tears. Miquella found it in himself to look at Alistair, and although the longing fire was still in his eyes, it was a lot dimmer, and almost taken over by the gentle glint and smile he showed him, words of comfort coming out instead of the absolute filth he was spouting before.

"There's no need to be so embarrassed. It's just a natural, physical reaction." He stroked his reddened cheek softly :"And you can see for yourself that I'm hard too. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, believe me, I'm more flattered by your reaction than I should be. Knowing that you see me as a person to love, rather than just a pawn, really makes me happy. So don't be like that, okay?"

Miquella almost broke into sobs at his gentle cues. He could be wild, he could be vicious and he could be horny, but this side of Alistair, the gentle, loving side, never managed to not move him. It was like he would become a cloud of love just ready to envelope him.

He leaned into his touch subconsciously, enjoying the small, comforting circles he drew on his cheek, feeling his breathing and heartbeat soften with each gentle touch. But it accelerated right back up when Alistair's fingers, as light as feather, caressed down his arms, a sultry but not teasing smile on his lips :"Here, how about I help you with it. Just relax and leave it to me."

"O... okay..." He didn't know why, but he obeyed, mind foggy and filled with Alistair as his small wrists were grabbed gently. They were pulled to the side, revealing his erection to Alistair, whose breath hitched at the sight from up close :"How pretty."

Miquella felt like he could die happy right there and then. His legs were next. The noiret's hands landed on his thighs, making him jolt, before they were gently spread. Giving Alistair a full view of his raging erection and tensed balls :"So pretty."

Miquella shivered at the words, because his eyes widened as Alistair got closer to his member :"W-w-wait! W-what are you doing?!" His hands caught the noiret's head, making him halt and smirk softly at him :"What does it look like I'm doing? What, never heard of a blowjob?"

"B-blo-... y-you're can't do that!" Miquella exclaimed, face growing even redder, if that was even possible :"T-that's dirty! You c-can't put it in y-your mouth!"

"Dirty my ass. Miquella, if your pretty dick is dirty, mine is outright filthy." Alistair rolled his eyes, before his grin returned :"Now just shut up and enjoy."

"Wait! W-wait wait- eek?!" But Alistair didn't listen. Opting to instead kiss the crown of Miquella's twitching member, causing him to jump. His back arching like a bow, mouth falling open in a gasp, and his fingers gripping onto Alistair's black hair like his life depended on it as he took more and more of his length inside.

He was on cloud nine. Forget about mind getting foggy, it was as if his mind was turned off as Alistair's hot mouth, filled with saliva, enveloped him and his warm tongue danced around it like a snake.

And Alistair? He was in heaven himself. The pure taste of Miquella felt heavenly on his tongue, and when he tasted his precum, he couldn't hold back the pleased groan. Forget about salty, it felt like honey itself.

"A... Alistair, hold on! Mmm?! Ahh!" Miquella moaned, and Alistair had to use every bit of willpower to not let loose. He had to keep himself from making the golden femboy absolutely melt with pleasure from that Glock Glock 3,000.

Holding open the thighs that tried to close, his tongue scraped against the opening, making Miquella's legs twitch as he let out a loud moan. The feeling of the slender hands pulling on his hair motivated him further, making him groan.

But what made Miquella gulp, was the lack of gag reflex on Alistair. Sure, he wasn't huge, but he was still 3 or 4 inches long. But even when the Tarnished swallowed him entirely, to the point his lips kissed his pelvis, he still didn't make a single gagging sound.

Miquella moaned again and again, the occasional vibrations from the groans sending even further pleasure. Looking down, he forgot how to breathe. The sight of Alistair between his legs, lips closed around him, head bobbing up and down, and his member disappearing and appearing was enough for him to feel the high fast approaching.

And from the way Alistair's eyebrows rose in interest from the twitching in his mouth, he assumed that he noticed as well. But to his horror, his pursed lips pulled into a devilish smirk as he not only didn't stop, but started going even faster.

"Mhm! A... Alistair! Stop! Ngh! P-please, y-you can't!" His eyes widened, hands desperately trying to push the sinful head away, but to no avail :"P-please! Alistair, please!" He gasped and moaned, but Alistair kept his pace.

"I-I'm... I-I'm g-gonna...!" His toes curled, and he let out a loud moan as an earthshaking orgasm was ripped out of him. His entire body twitched uncontrollably, back arching and pushing himself deeper inside Alistair's mouth as all of his essence was spilled into the noiret's mouth.

As he emptied himself, he needed a few moments to calm down from his high. And thankfully for him, Alistair was kind enough to finally go slow. Only giving gentle licks to prolong his orgasm, before taking in every bit of cum and pulling back.

Miquella looked down again with eyes filled with unshed tears of pleasure, but they widened when Alistair opened his mouth with a smirk to show how much he had let out. The sight made the demigod gulp, it was such a delicious view. Alistair, such a handsome fellow, with his mouth filled with his essence that rested snugly on his tongue. The tongue that had just pleasured him into oblivion.

But his heart skipped a beat when the noiret, with a mischievous grin, closed his mouth and winked :"W-wait, y-you're not planning on-" But Alistair beat him to it. Raising his chin as his throat moved and let down Miquella's cum down into his stomach.

"Haaah, thanks for the meal. That was delicious." He grinned, opening his mouth to show the empty inside now. And as much as Miquella wanted to scold him for swallowing something so dirty, his member growing erect once more made him silent in shame.

However, Alistair didn't seem as disappointed as him. His grin showed it :"My, oh my. More food for me then!" Miquella's eyes widened :"N-no! You can't!" But Alistair already had him balls deep :"Ahhh! Y-you perverted consort!!"