Elden Ring: Miquella's Consort

Alistair/Maliketh :"We have a problem."

Miquella :"No, YOU have a problem. I have idiots who keep making them."

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Warnings: dom Alistair, sub Miquella, fingering (M receiving), rimjob (M receiving)

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"So pretty. So gorgeous." Alistair bit his lip at the sight, making Miquella blush even harder. His dear consort, his gorgeous future husband, was splayed on the ground, on his back, with his legs spread apart to reveal everything to him.

His hard and twitching member, his full and tense balls, his soft and jiggly ass squashed against the makeshift carpet under them, he looked so perfect. Alistair couldn't help licking his teeth hungrily :"Such a delicious sight. It would be a crime to not treat myself to this delicious meal then, no?"

"J-just be quiet already..." Miquella whined, sounding more needy than he wanted to as he covered his face with his arms. But that was a mistake, because it earned him a harsh spank to his fat ass, causing it to jiggle and for him to yelp in surprise.

He mewled quietly, a hand gently rubbing the stinging spot of his ass. He pouted at Alistair's annoyed gaze :"Don't you hide that gorgeous face from me, sweetheart." His heart skipped a beat when he leaned down, grinning hungrily mere inches away from him :"I want to see exactly how you come undone and lose your pretty mind." Before placing a little peck on his cheek.

'God, why did he have to be so handsome...' Miquella's pout intensified, but he nodded at the order, lowering his arms. Alistair smiled :"Good boy. Such a good boy for me." Peppering his face with kisses, causing him to melt under the affection.

But the hands that went under his thighs made him jump in surprise, reminding him that this time wasn't like the previous ones. They weren't just devouring each other's mouth or jerking each other off in the most sinful ways.

No, they were taking a step further. No matter how small that step was, it was still progress. Alistair gently raised his legs, and Miquella bent them at the knees. His toes curled on the carpet from anticipation.

His consort's large hand traveled lower, leaving goosebumps on its way as it reached his ass. He gave his cheek a good squeeze, something he seemed to love doing, and in a way that left Miquella breathless.

The golden femboy whined at the loss of the comforting warmth on his ass as Alistair licked his fingers, using his own spit as lube. He chuckled at his impatient face :"Calm down, love. I just want to make you feel good."

Watching him suck his fingers, his tongue lolling out to dance around them, definitely shouldn't have been such a sexy scene. But it still managed to make Miquella gulp. That tongue had tortured him in the best ways so many times. Just seeing it was enough to make him shiver.

And Alistair knew that. Because of course he did. He had trained his body in that way, after all. To make it so his head would be filled with him and his body just ready for mind numbing pleasures at the mere sight of him.

The hand went back to his ass again, the wetness causing him to shiver. And when a finger pressed against his entrance, he tensed, back arching to instinctively get away. But the Tarnished's other hand on his thighs kept him in place, drawing gentle circles with his thumb as he crooned :"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just relax, alright? I promise, it's going to feel good in a second."

"O-okay..." He whispered, but couldn't really comply. He at least tried to. But the finger that began rubbing against his ring, gently poking and circling around it still caused him to gasp :"O-ohh... mmm..."

He closed his eyes, legs shaking already and begging to be closed. But with Alistair's large frame between them, that wasn't possible. He could only keep them open as his perverted consort hadn't even begun fully yet.

Alistair raised an eyebrow at his reaction. He didn't seem uncomfortable. In fact, not at all. He seemed to be enjoying it, which was weird for his first time...

'Has he... hold on, let me try this.' He gently pushed his finger in, watching as a long, shaky gasp mixed with a moan left Miquella :"Ooh... o-oh, m-my goodness..." His legs trembled, making Alistair's eyes widen with a grin :"Miquella, have you done this before?"

The golden femboy's eyes widened, just realizing how unnatural his reactions were. Guy or girl, the normal reaction should be cringing in discomfort. But he was already moaning not even a second in.

"I-I..." Embarrassed beyond reason, he avoided Alistair's lewdly amused gaze :"I don't have any experience with a partner, b-but... well, I wanted to at least b-be somewhat familiar for the day that... y-you know..."

"Do I?" He grinned teasingly, making Miquella pout shyly :"Y-you know, for when I... I... P-please don't make me say it. Please."

"For when you what? When you are bred? When you are pinned down and absolutely fucked?" A deep chuckle left him. Miquella shivered under his suddenly much hungrier gaze :"So you went down that rabbit hole and couldn't come back, huh? Well, up that asshole, to be exactly. And here I was wondering why you always seemed so sensitive and responsive when I would rub my dick against your asshole during assjobs."

Miquella wanted to refute. To save his dignity in front of his consort. But he knew he would fail, like he always did when Alistair was curious like that in the lewdest manners. So he could only nod shyly :"H-hm, t-that right... back then, it was uncomfortable at first, but then it started to feel g-good, and then I..."

"Then it became a regular thing to masturbate with your asshole."

"Hm... t-that's ri- HNG?!" He threw his head back when Alistair's finger pushed up, pressing against his prostate and causing him to moan loudly. He trembled in lust, fear and anticipation all at once when he saw the noiret's darkened eyes :"I see~. So that means I won't have to babysit you through this, hm?"

"W-wait, Alistair, please j-just- aahn!" His back arched off of the ground with his finger's movement. He was gentle, but every single stroke against Miquella's sensitive prostate, every time it moved in and out of his tight asshole, made him moan and mewl.

He gave up eventually. The pleasure was already beginning to melt his brain, so he just allowed it. He laid on the ground full, except his back which arched up with every masterful movement of Alistair's finger.

But he stopped suddenly, making Miquella whine in annoyance. Alistair stroked his thigh :"Shh, it's okay, baby. It's just that a little bit of spit isn't good enough of a lube. Hmm... oh, I know~."

'I-I do NOT like that look on-' "Wha-?!" He was suddenly flipped upside down with ease. The femboy demigod looked back in confusion, but his eyes widened in horror when he saw his consort lick his lips hungrily, eyes set on his assholes.

And when he grabbed onto his cheeks, spread them and descended, his fears unfortunately came to life. He quickly reached back to grab and stop his head, face RED :"W-wait, what are you doing?!"

Alistair didn't look bothered by the way his hair was grabbed. He just grinned :"Actually lubing you up? The best way at that~."

"Y-you are not doing that! No, no, no!" He tried to turn around, but the hands spreading his cheeks kept him in place :"Alistair, let go right this instant!"

"Nope."

"I-I'm seriously going to get mad! Y-y-you are NOT licking my b-butt!"

"Your butt hole, to be exact-"

"Let go and get off of me!"

"No way in hell." Feeling the head slowly, teasing descend despite his hold, Miquella pleaded :"P-please, t-that's too much even for you! T-that is just dirty!"

"Just shut up and enjoy, geez."

"W-wait- hng! O-ooh! P-please- ahhh!" Feeling the slimy tongue in his smooth hole, Miquella lost all strength. His hand no longer trying to get Alistair off, but just holding on for dear life :"O-oh, m-my god~! F-fuck~!"

His moans were all the encouragement the Tarnished needed. He kept Miquella juicy cheeks spread as his tongue lapped against the tight ring that was slowly relaxing. But when he added pressure, Miquella's moans grew louder in volume, higher in pitch.

Meanwhile he just moaned quietly at the delicious taste. Gods, well, demigods, sure were different. Instead of teasing musky or bitter, he tasted sweet. Exactly like honey. He tasted delicious, and good thing Alistair was hungry :'Fuck, he tastes good. Now that I think about it, it kinda tastes like his cum. Huh, weird. Oh, can't get distracted, can't get distracted~.'

And when he finally pushed it inside, Miquella froze in place. All moans seething into a deep gasp as all movements stopped and he forgot how to breathe. The sensation of that skillful tongue, that one that always lovingly pampered his member, pushing inside his asshole made him feel like he was going to faint.

His sight went blurry before he finally remembered how to breathe again. Short, fast pants left him, and he couldn't be more thankful that Alistair stopped to give him a moment to get used to it.

But not trusting him enough to not just start assaulting him with pleasure, he looked back as much as he could, his trembling hand stroking his head like it was begging him :"Please, p-please be gentle, o-okay, m-my love? I-I beg of you, d-don't be rough, a-alright?"

He felt a sigh against his hole, but feeling the gentle tap on his ass, he let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding in. He got into a more comfortable position, supporting himself with his elbows as he evened out his breathing :"O-okay... y-you can... c-can start now."

He thanked his lucky star when Alistair moved again, but much gentler now. Gentle mewls escaped him as his tongue moved gently, slowly, licking every corner of his squeaky clean hole and widening it gently.

The pleasure was beginning to really sink in. Leaving Miquella breathless and moaning, and he couldn't help but push back against that sinful, lewd, perverted, hateful tongue that he loved so much. He should have been mad at Alistair for smirking against his rear, but he was far too busy focusing all of his attention on the amazing feeling of his asshole being licked open.

"Mmm, r-right there... y-yeah, oooh, right there~." His legs bent so his heels on Alistair's back could push him deeper still. He didn't care about dignity or shame anymore. Alistair was too skilled at making him forget all about that. And Miquella didn't know if he hated or loved him for that.

His head was filled with pleasure, and he was sure his back would break if he arched it even more than he currently was to push his ass even harder to Alistair's face. All of his strength was leaving him, and he couldn't even hold himself up anymore.

He felt onto his chest, with his face on his forearms to cushion in. The uncomfortable position of his face didn't matter to him, only feeling better and better did. But Alistair, caring lover that he was, took out two pillows.

Miquella's whined loudly and kicked his feet when Alistair's tongue left his gaping asshole, but couldn't stay mad when he put the pillow under his face and hips with a smile :"I know we don't have a mad, but hey, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible."

It was effective. His face didn't hurt anymore, nor did his member from being so hard and pushing against the hard floor. He buried his face in the pillow, way happier than needed :"T-thank you... n-now please c-continue."

"Sure thing, love~." His sing-song chirp embarrassed him, but he could only moan when his tongue went deep inside his asshole again. He hung onto the pillow for dear life, immensely thankfully for the pillow under his hips for it gave a better angle to that lewd tongue.

"I-I'm close~. I'm going to c-cum, m-my beloved consort- mmm~..." His eyes clenched shut, toes curling as that special sensation he hadn't felt for such a long time began to come back. Alistair's pace increased, intent on blowing his mind with an intense orgasm.

And he was going to succeed. Miquella's body began to tense and shiver before he screamed into the pillow, his velvety walls tightening around Alistair's tongue as if intending to milk it. The noiret kept going, prolonging his orgasm to make him feel even better. Miquella couldn't be more thankful as his eyes rolled back and teeth sank into the pillow wet from his drool.

When he stopped cumming onto the pillow, his hole only spasming around him, Alistair slowly, gently pulled back. Marveling at the gaping wet hole squeezing around nothing but air, as if begging for something more. Something bigger. Something to just ravish it. Leave it gaping far wider and leaking with thick cum.

'Come on, keep calm. Keep~, calm.' Alistair exhaled harshly. He really deserved the medal for not folding right there despite his dick being so hard it hurt. But seeing Miquella so spent from the new experience, he just smiled and pulled out a blanket and two fresh pillows.

The other ones were kind of... wet. With different substances. Throwing them aside, he laid down next to Miquella and spooned him from behind and hugged his waist. His other arm under Miquella's head, cushioning it as he covered them with the blanket. It was cold in the night, after all. His small back fit so nicely against Alistair's large chest. It made him smile even more as he hugged him harder, but careful to be gentle.

Miquella panted gently :"That was... amazing." Oh, he was beginning to stop being a tsundere. What a pleasant surprise. Alistair kissed his hair :"I'm glad to hear that. So is it okay to do that again?" Much to his pleasure, albeit shyly, Miquella still nodded :"Y-yes, please. I-if you're okay with it."

He kissed his hair again, smiling softly :"I'm always okay with making you lose your mind from feeling good." Before his smile turned mischievous, Miquella could hear it in his voice :"My dear, slutty whore~."

Miquella's golden eyes widened, before he hid his blushing face in Alistair's muscular arm :"Y-you're way too skilled in this. It's dangerous..." Making Alistair chuckle lovingly.