Elden Ring: Miquella's Consort

Chapter 50: CH 48: {S} Sixty Nine {7th S}



(A/N: Should I lower the frequency of smut chapters, or do you like the current pace👀?)

Miquella smiled :"My love, you-"

Alistair :"Don't compliment me, I have a praise kink- I mean it'll boost my ego!"

Miquella :"...Huh?"

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Warnings: blowjob (A & M receiving), handjob (A receiving), deepthroating (M receiving), anal fingering (M receiving), 69 position

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Locking his fingers with the waistband of his pants, Miquella pulled them down before biting his pretty lip at the half-hard member that revealed itself :"My goodness..." His delicate hand gently caressed the veiny beast, lifting it to marvel at its beauty :"No matter how many times I see, it's always just so... gorgeous."

Alistair chuckled, a hand coming to gently caress Miquella's golden hair :"You flatter me. But you have no idea how amazing my view is from up here though. Just seeing your gorgeous self on your knees for me drives me crazy."

"I am flattered, my beloved." The golden femboy chuckled, blushing lightly as his attention returned to the member of his consort pulsating and hardening in his hand :"It baffles me how something this large could fit inside of me..."

Alistair smirked, face reddening at the memories of just this morning :"What can I say? Our bodies are amazingly compatible, and you have one hell of a talent for taking me in~."

Miquella's blush brightened, but he smirked instead of shying away from his gaze :"Well, what can I say?" Eyes hot and horny as his hold tightened around the Tarnished's member, causing it to twitch and for him gasp lightly :"I love and lust for you, both body and soul, and oh so desperately at that~." His gorgeous lips planted a loving kiss on the crown of his fully hardened dick, making him shiver.

The Tarnished simply grew hornier at the boldness. The thought of that innocent and pure Miquella from the past growing to be such a sexy femboy excited him to no end. He gently pushed his femboy consort's head, urging him with a groan :"Come on, Miquella. How about we stop the dirty talk already and get to it?"

But he only received a chuckle as the femboy demigod started to gently stroke his shaft, making him sigh in pleasure. Miquella wouldn't, no, couldn't lie. The sight of Alistair, his beloved consort, being so impatient to love him excited him to no end. It made him shiver, it made him hot. It made the desire and hotness below his stomach hunger even more for Alistair's love. Alistair's warmth. Alistair's cock.

His hole, which still hadn't fully recovered from the sex in the morning, twitched and tightened on empty air. He needed it filled. Needed it absolutely stretched and ravaged just like a few hours ago. And he would be damned if he didn't have his beloved consort do just what he knew best to him once again.

But not so fast. Sure, his body was begging for Alistair. His own fully hardened and leaking dick and winking delicious asshole could vouch for that. But seeing his future husband giving him control and waiting so impatiently, despite how his body was begging for Miquella just like how his body did for Alistair's, set his body and heart ablaze.

"Hmm? Why? Is somebody a bit... impatient?" He grinned teasingly, mischief and lust dancing together in his beautiful eyes :"Don't tell you are... desperate, for my touch, my beloved?"

Oh, how fun he was having listening to his consort's heavy breaths. It filled him with pride and happiness at realizing yet again how he was wanted as a lover. And even more, with pure lust.

He didn't expect to have such a habit, but riling up Alistair was becoming more and more fun whenever he did it. He didn't know why, but messing with him was way too much fun. And he couldn't explain just how much fun it was when he would have enough and put him in his place. And besides, how could he not notice the way Alistair loved his bratty behavior as well?

"Geez, you idiot." Alistair's horny groan got his attention :"I'm ALWAYS desperate for your touch. Have you seriously JUST realized that?"

"..." Silence. Miquella, along with his thoughts, even his heart, completely stilled. And after the disbelief, after his brain and heart processed those words, it was time for the absolute hunger, absolute lust, and absolute need to settle in.

He released a shaky moan through grinning, gritted teeth as his entire body shivered :"Well, what kind of a husband would I be if I didn't love my husband back just as much? And besides, you and your silver tongue definitely need a reward~."

Unable to hold himself for even a second longer, his beautiful lips attached themselves to his consort's member. Making him gasp as he kissed its crown lovingly, with pure fondness. His hands moved up and down on his shaft, feeling every vein flex under them, as his kisses turned deeper, hornier, before he took him in his mouth.

Feeling those soft, hot, pillowy lips around him, Alistair couldn't help but curse in delight. When Miquella took him in deeper, his hand instinctively moved to his golden locks. Gently stroking his hair and making him hum comfortably around him. The vibrations adding up to his pleasure.

His head bobbed up and down, his pretty tongue licking and dancing around him, making him close his eyes at the amazing sensation. He was unwilling to stop looking at his gorgeous demigod of a husband blowing him, but Miquella was a quick learner, and damn, had he learned to give good head ever since their relationship had advanced.

And now, now that his body was that of an adult, Alistair felt like his dick was going to melt in Miquella's warm mouth and under his playful tongue. The golden femboy himself was loving the act.

Feeling his beloved's rock hard dick in his mouth, feeling every vein, every twitch, every curve of it with his tongue got him going. His tongue didn't just move around half-assedly. It moved with a goal. With the goal of mapping out every inch and detail of Alistair's glorious manhood.

The Tarnished, meanwhile, who was busy trying to not lose his mind under Miquella's tongue, noticed his femboy consort's lips reaching more and more of length with each bob of his head. As he opened his eyes, sure enough, Miquella was trying to fit more of him inside.

"Baby, careful. Don't hurt yourself." He spoke as clearly as he could, his thumb gently caressing Miquella's cheek. But the femboy demigod shook his head. Eyes filled with lust, twinkled with stubbornness. Ever since the first time, his inability to take his lover inside completely had left him completely annoyed.

That was when his body was still immature. But now? He'd be damned if he didn't try to take as much of him as he could. Childish? Maybe. Stupid? Probably. But if he was going to disappoint his beloved in something, it would be in anywhere but the bed.

Alistair, already knowing that he could be stubborn, just sighed in amusement :"Alright. But be careful to not hurt yourself, alright, sweet cheeks? Slow and steady."

Miquella smiled in amusement, even though it couldn't really be seen with how open his mouth was. His consort would call him such interesting pet names. After a nod, he continued. Noticing the hand on his head gently assisting him in taking more gave him even more determination.

With the added help, his work got easier. Slowly but surely, he took in more and more until about halfway in, where his gag reflex couldn't hold it anymore. Seeing that he couldn't take anymore, Alistair held him in place, refusing to let him hurt himself due to his stubbornness :"No, that's enough for today."

Miquella frowned in annoyance, but obeyed. His consort's tone didn't leave any room for negotiations. But still, he couldn't be dissatisfied with this much either. Not only was it a huge improvement, the taste, smell and feel of the glorious manhood in his mouth throbbing with anticipation clouded his mind with the desire to absolutely serve his husband.

The Tarnished gulped at the view. His heart skipped a beat at Miquella's appearance. Gorgeous face blushing thoroughly, pretty eyes half lidded but blown wide from pure lust and desire, and beautiful lips stretched so sinfully around his length while drooling uncontrollably.

Normally, he would be worried about bruising his mouth. But now, seeing him so drunk on his dick, only made him hornier. He gently stroked his golden hair :"Good boy. Such a good boy for me. My beloved god."

Seeing the fond light in his eyes and his stretched lips struggling to pull into a smile was everything to him. Refocusing, his head began to gently bob once again. He quickly got used to the burn in his mouth and throat.

Although uncomfortable at first, the burn was starting to turn into pleasure as well. He grew faster, sliding his length in and out of his throat with vigor as his tongue serviced each and every inch and vein. His delicate hands gripped the rest of his length, where his mouth couldn't reach, and used the spit he had left on his length to lube up the other half before rubbing it.

It made his consort tense and for his toes to curl, hisses and groans of pleasure escaping him with every movement. It filled Miquella's heart with pride at being able to satisfy his lover. But it also reminded him of his own condition.

His pretty dick was so hard and leaking so much that there was a small puddle of precum under him. His sexy asshole was clenching so desperately around thin air that it left him needy for pleasure as well.

One hand left Alistair's length to attend to his own, pumping up and down slowly before quickly growing in speed. Servicing Alistair had made him so horny unknowingly. The noiret noticed the hand leaving him and looked down.

Miquella's eyes were fully closed. Thin eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he choked on his dick was stroking his own desperately. A mischievous smile appeared on his face. The hand on the golden femboy's head stopped him gently :"Baby, wait for a second."

It made the demigod frown in annoyance at needing to stop, but he listened. As Alistair pulled himself out of his mouth, he grew worried. He thought he had done something wrong. But the next second, he found the Tarnished laying down before he pulled him to stand on all fours on top of him, but facing each other's crotches rather than faces.

"W-whoa?! A-Alistair, what are you doing?" He blushed. The position was too embarrassing. The hands that gripped his ass cheeks made him jolt as Alistair licked his lips with a smile :"You continue what you were doing, Miq. I'm just returning the favor~."

"Ahh?!" He jumped as Alistair swallowed his entire dick in one go. He gripped onto his member and thigh for leverage as he panted, moaning immediately at the sudden, brutal pace of pleasure to his member.

His back arched and eyes rolled back as the warm embrace of Alistair's mouth and throat enveloped him. Making him feel like he would melt under his skilled deepthroating. But when his tongue, soft but skill as well, joined in on eating up his erection, he couldn't hold himself up anymore.

His lower body was held up by Alistair, but his face fell right on his thigh. Panting and moaning with pursed lips and rolled back eyes :"O-oh~, f-fuck~!! Y-you and –m-hm– your damn –hng– lack of –o-oooh– gag reflex- mmm!!"

The smug snicker vibrated his dick, making him moan even more as he trembled in pleasure. But a gentle thrust of the Tarnished's hips to his face reminded him of what he was holding. Licking his lips at the delicious sight of the glistening erection right in front of his eyes, he swallowed it up right away again.

He didn't know how, but it suddenly became a competition. A competition to see who would be able to make the other cum faster. They didn't say anything nor agree to it, but the way one moved with more enthusiasm whenever the other accelerated, as if to overtake the other, the other moved up his game too.

Even though there was no word of agreement, both of them were dead set on proving themselves to each other by showing how fast they could satisfy the other. And Miquella, as much as he hated to admit it, was on the losing side.

He loved Alistair's lack of gag reflex. Although it would be very embarrassing to say it out loud, it was no secret. He loved every second of whenever he would take in his entire dick down to the very base with no difficulty and make him see stars and turn his mind blank in pure pleasure.

But damn, did he hate how good it felt at the moment. He felt like dying from how much he was holding back his orgasm. His entire body was tensed up, his toes curling intensely on the carpet, and he was sure his nails would leave nasty bruises on Alistair's muscular thighs with how tightly he was holding onto them.

'F-fuck, he's blowing me so hard!' Drool and tears of pleasure ran down his face as the Tarnished took his entire 6 or 7 inches down to the very base with vigor before pulling out to do it all over again.

Miquella's determination was admirable, because he had been holding himself from cumming from a while ago. Barely hanging on from blowing his load down his consort's skilled throat.

And unfortunately, he knew that Alistair was aware of that as well. He just hoped he wouldn't have any of his mischievous mood swings now. Unfortunately for him, he did. As he kept his huge ass spread with one hand, the finger's of the other hand gently caressed his winking hole.

Miquella's eyes widened in horror and anticipation as he freed his mouth :"W-wait! M-my love, h-hold on for a- AHHH!!" But was Alistair one to listen when he was horny? His fingers thrust easily into the golden femboy's asshole, making him moan loudly as he trembled intensely.

"Oooh, g-goodness- fuck! Mmm- hng!! He couldn't even continue blowing Alistair. Too busy feeling everything to get himself together. But his resolve wasn't something so easily broken. Gritting his teeth with tears running down his pretty eyes, he forced himself to continue blowing him.

The grin he felt around his length only made him more determined to put his consort in his place. And finally, fortunately for him, he relented in the end. Feeling the ropes of cum shoot into his mouth and down his throat made his eyes widen in delight. But it quickly turned into shock when Alistair's fingers pushed harshly against his prostate, making his entire body tremble as his own orgasm crashed into him like a train.

Unable to focus on drinking his Lord Consort's essence, he pulled out to let it out so he wouldn't choke. His orgasm, with how good Alistair's technique was and how much he had been holding back, was too intense to let him do anything else.

But unlike him, who let all of Alistair's cum drip onto his erection, the Tarnished swallowed up all of his delicious essence without wasting a single second before pulling him out of his mouth. As they rode out their orgasms, panting and shivering, Miquella couldn't look away from the noiret's cum covering his entire dick and the area under his belly.

'It looks so delicious.' He gulped, knowing that it didn't just look delicious. After having gotten used to the taste, it had even become addictive to him. He relished in both the taste and the moan that left Alistair as he licked up everything little by little, moaning lustfully at the delicious taste that traveled down his throat.

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As they laid together, with Miquella breathing in Alistair's scent and enjoying his warm embrace, the Tarnished relished in his beautiful smell. He smelled so good. Especially after sweating so much. He wondered why Miquella was so deep in thoughts.

Although he was breathing evenly, comfortable in his arms, it was obvious he was thinking hard about something. He kissed his golden hair :"What are you thinking about?"

After a moment of silence, Miquella looked up. Eyes serious and determined, but also worried and unsure :"I... I want to meet Trina. I want to finally talk to her face to face."

He was shocked by the sudden decision, but why would he refuse? Miquella was finally facing his worries. Facing the regrets that haunted him so much. He smiled and kissed his forehead :"Then I'll be here for you through every second of it."

His heart melted at the way the worry in Miquella's eyes disappeared. But before doing anything else, he needed them to do something else instead. He grinned mischievously as he pinned Miquella down, making him gasp as he trapped him under him with hungry eyes :"But before that though, how about we go for another round first?"

And why would Miquella refuse? Especially when he himself was still in the mood? Loud Moans and clapping sounds echoed around the area for several more hours.

(A/N: Alright, serious question. I need you to vote. Since Trina is Miquella's "love", his behavior will obviously change while she isn't part of him. So how should his personality be when she's not part of him? He will obviously love Alistair, but just in a different way. Not with his pure love, but with other emotions, such as possessiveness or desire.

Vote +1 below, ON THE PARAGRAPHS, alright? You can also comment on both, if you can't decide which is better. This is a serious question, because she will be a very serious character, just like uncle Maliketh!

1) Calm and calculative, almost like a kuudere, but very sweet and loving. Instead of acting shy like he usually does, he won't hesitate when showing affection to Alistair. Will want hugs, hand holding and kissing of the gentle and loving kind all the time.

2) Bratty. Will act smug and like a brat most of the time, but not like a tsundere. Instead of acting shy or rejecting Alistair, he will order him to show him more affection. Like Astolfo, for example. Hugs are extremely important, either giving or receiving. Not negotiable. He will like the firm ones at that.

Alright, choose! And I'm telling you, comment on the PARAGRAPHS, alright?! Comments on the chapter make it hard to count the total votes for each.)


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