Elden Ring: Miquella's Consort

(A/N: Played the entire game fresh with Dragon Communion Incantations, and bro, Rotten Breath fucks everybody up lol! Carried me for the entire game! The entire fight between me and Mohg was seeing who abused arcane more lol! Poor Radahn didn't even get to phase 2!

Update 2) You wanna know how OP Agheel's Flame is with buffs? Malenia. Third try. Bombarded after buffs with me and Mimic Tear, and third or fourth try only because I couldn't get the hang of it lol! She didn't even get to hit any of her moves in the second phase because of the damage instantly sending her to her second flower attack!

Update 3) Just brutalized Divine Beast Dancing Lion and Rellana, Twin Moon Knight one after the other with the Rotten Breath and Dragonice combo, man! I only need a tank (my beloved Mimic Tear) and I'll butcher anybody lol!)

Alistair :"Maybe I'm the problem..."

Miquella :"My Love-"

Alistair :"Nah, nevermind, that don't even sound right."

Miquella :"..."

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"Hmgh...?" Miquella arose from his sleep, but found his movement restricted. But he figured quickly that it was Alistair hugging him from behind and planting gentle kisses on his head. He took a deep, satisfied breath, stretching as much as he could while held.

"Hm, you're awake. Good morning. Well, hahahaha, good night, actually." Alistair's gentle, quiet voice came. He appreciated the low volume, his sleepy mind wouldn't appreciate any loudness.

"Hmm..." He hummed sleepily, turning in Alistair's hold and, much to his surprise, going deeper into his hug and basically planting his face on his chest. Miquella instantly loved the change of position. Alistair's calm heartbeat felt oh so relaxing.

And the strong but gentle arms that blanketed him did wonders in making him feel secure. He felt like he would melt when those large hands started stroking his hair and scalp. He would have loved nothing more than falling asleep in Alistair's loving embrace, but he was always a light sleeper who didn't need much sleep. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the after nap cuddles, however.

'The only thing that would make this better would be if my member wasn't tingling in ache.' He rubbed his thighs together to relieve the ache. It didn't hurt, but the burning tingle didn't exactly feel comfortable.

"Haaah, I have to take a strategic approach to this. No more pleasuring each other separately from now on." He mumbled into the noiret's chest, noticing for how long they were busy and had to recover from the starry night :"It is way too tiring for me otherwise."

Alistair froze, and Miquella Miquella frowned when the comforting kisses stopped. Before his eyes widened at the smile he heard in Alistair's voice, his face growing red :"From now on? So we can do this again, hm?"

He wanted to refute. To save his shame. He, as a demigod and Empyrean, didn't want to seem lewd. But his body's desires betrayed him. He could only bury himself deeper into Alistair's embrace as he mumbled quietly, shyly :"S-sex life is also important to a healthy relationship. So since w-we want to become an actual couple, we can't ignore that aspect of our relationship either."

But Alistair's chuckle and deeper hug just made him blush harder :"You can just say that it felt good and you want to do it again, Miquella. No need to beat around the bush and be shy with me."

"H-hmm." Miquella hummed, but didn't look him in the eye. The events that had conspired left him still ashamed. Alistair couldn't help but chuckle at his cuteness :"How adorable." Kissing his hair as he tightened his hug, much to Miquella's pleasure :"But you know, you confuse me.

Your personality is completely different from what I imagined it would be and you even admitted yourself that you're not a shy person. That you're a calculative mastermind who doesn't show any emotions outside of what could be best used to manipulate others.

But you've been acting like a shy maiden for a while now. It's completely different from your personality. It doesn't feel like acting either. I'm seriously sensitive to manipulation and easily see if someone's acting or not. Call it a natural talent. I can see through people's nature. And you... right now, you're not acting at all."

Miquella was silent against his chest. But he could feel the air around them growing calmer. Not the wholesome one anymore, but he needed to address such an important subject. The boy god sighed, almost sadly :"Yes, I've noticed that as well. Do you know why I admitted to being a cruel manipulator?

It's because I don't have many emotions, much compassion, left after continuing my plan. Do you know what conspired in the Land of Shadow?"

Alistair thought for a moment before answering :"You left parts of yourself behind?"

Miquella nodded :"That's right. But it wasn't only my flesh. I also left behind some of my emotions. The most important one was my love, which became the one you may know as St Trina. I believed my age would be imperfect, that I wouldn't have the heart to proceed with my plans, if I wasn't merciless.

Hahaha, quite ironic, isn't it? To bring about the Age of Compassion, I had to discard my own boundless compassion. The one that loved me endlessly even when I abandoned it. But still, the hurt and regret of doing so ate at me until the end. I could feel myself being incomplete. I could feel that I was just a hollow of my former self. But it had to be done, I believed.

I knew I was cruel about our first meeting, and didn't have any reasons to deny it when you already knew as well. So I admitted to it. It was a fact, after all. I am a shell of the Kind Miquella I once was, lacking all aspects that gave me that fame and only driven by the drive to complete that plan. Or I believed that was still the case upon our first meeting."

He pulled away from the pillowy pecs, just enough to gaze up at Alistair. The sad air was gone, replaced by a calm one, and almost a happy one from his small smile :"But I quickly found out that wasn't the case anymore.

As the short days passed, I quickly discovered the emotions that I hadn't felt in ages, had missed for all these years, are back to where they belonged. My doubts, my vacillation, my... love. They're all back into my heart, the place that was empty for what felt like eternity.

Hahaha, I actually should have figured it out a lot sooner, when I saw that all the physical parts of my body that I had abandoned were and I was whole again. I still have my eye, my arm, and all the flesh that I had discarded. I don't know how it happened, but... I don't know anything about why I'm in this situation either. All I know, is that I feel more thankful than ever in my life."

His head comfortably fell back on the arm pillowing it, sporting a fond smile that made Alistair's heart flutter :"I'm whole again. I can feel again. I can love again. And I don't feel like an empty husk with only the goal of godhood in mind. So I have to apologize to you, my dear consort, but I unknowingly lied to you back at our first meeting."

His hand came up to the Tarnished's handsome face, fondly cupped his cheek, and his thumb drew loving circles on it. An act he found so enjoyable when done by Alistair, so he hoped he did as well.

Seeing him lean into the touch, he understood that he did, so he continued doing so :"Calculator I might be, but cold I am no longer. So don't be on guard at times I show more emotions than what might seem necessary, for they are all genuine with you."

"I see." Alistair smiled, his gaze fond :"So I can enjoy all of your genuine love from the start instead of needing to wait until we find St Trina, huh? I'm glad to hear that."

"So am I." Miquella returned the fondness :"It would be cruel to not return the same amount of love that you give me, after all. A relationship can only be genuine and fulfilling when both parties exchange as much love as the other. I want our relationship, the first romantic one I've had in my entire life, to be a genuine one filled with love and care. For it to be that way, I have to fill my half of the relationship with just as much love, no?"

"That's true." Alistair nodded, before his smile turned into a teasing grin :"So your emotions returning is why you act like a bashful maiden when it comes to anything sexual? Because seriously, you turn red just with a single touch."

Miquella flinched and cursed internally at the heat that unwantedly moved to his face :"W-well, yes. Due to not having them for a very long time, controlling my emotions has... become harder than I used to. If it was before I abandoned them, you wouldn't even have the chance to realize that I was flustered with the way I would hide it."

"Ooh, so you'd still be flustered." The noiret snickered mischievously, making the golden femboy's face twitch at his mistake. He could only sigh helplessly, looking up at him pleadingly with a pout, hoping his acting would bring out Alistair's desire to protect :"Please don't tease me so often, okay?

I-I don't have a full grasp on my emotions yet, so w-when you tease me, I easily turn shy. I can't help it since they react especially strongly when it comes to y-you..."

And he succeeded. He could see it in the way Alistair coed, and he held back a smug smile. But unfortunately for him, he forgot about one thing. Alistair was a sadist. Not the kind to want to hurt his partner, but to see his reaction.

Miquella only remembered that when Alistair's hand left his head and slapped his ass, making him yelp aloud before tensing up when he fully grabbed a soft cheek, a wolfish grin on his face :"Sorry, love, but that's not something that's possible. I can help you ascend to godhood, I can help you make a new age, but that I can't do. My heart is just unwilling to not see your adorable reactions."

"I-I... you... y-you... mmm..." He refused to admit out loud the hand gently yet sensationally kneading his ass felt good, but he also knew he couldn't get the noiret off of him until he truly felt uncomfortable. Which at that point, Alistair, with all his stubbornness, would lesson obediently and let go. He liked to see mild emotion of annoyance, not of actual anger.

He could only sigh, suppress a moan and bury his face back into the Tarnished's chest :"Fine. Do whatever you like. I can't stop you anyway." But although annoyed, he had to admit, Alistair's victorious and happy little giggle felt nice to his ears.

But his happiness disappeared as his emotions got out of control again and anxiety, the one he missed the least, showed its ugly face in his heart. He blamed it on his post nut clarity.

"You know that waiting won't change anything, right? I will still remain like this. Be it months or years, this curse will haunt me until we find a permanent solution in my godhood. Even then, I am not 100% sure it will lift the curse of Malenia and I."

"Uuh, actually. I didn't wanna say this to get your hopes up, but..." Alistair pursed his lips, arousing his confusion as he looked up :"You actually look older than yesterday, believe it or not. Like, not much, but still older. Like, 1 year or something?"

"...What?" Miquella froze in place, eyes wide. Alistair shrugged with a smile :"I'm serious. And now that I look at you, you definitely look older than before. You even grew in height. I'd know, since I'm used to cuddling with you and noticed the change in size."

"WHAT?!" Miquella rose instantly, nearly hitting the noiret's face as he stood on his hands, face filled with disbelief, shock and hope :"A-are you serious?! Y-y-you're not joking, right?! A-a mirror! N-no, no, the river! I need to check in the river!"

"Geez, calm down hahahaha!" Alistair laughed, following after the excited femboy that took off towards the river. Not giving a single shit that he was still completely naked. He could only hope that Alistair wasn't joking or mistaken, despite knowing he wouldn't joke around such a sensitive subject.

But the doubt of a curse that had haunted him ever since his birth suddenly disappearing out of nowhere still made him anxious. But hey, if Alistair was right, Miquella wouldn't need to worry about his consort getting weird looks for loving him.