I’d noticed a strange thing, as I’d repeated the loops of the Elden Ring to free the world of the influence of the Greater Will.
At first, Queen’s Marika’s corpse had been as broken as the Elden Ring had been shattered, as I’d often been forced to pull the remains of the Elden Ring from her crumbling corpse in hopes of completing it.
However, with a few of the more recent loops, her body had been ‘repaired’, the only signs of her housing the broken Ring were the golden cracks all over her body. Maybe Radagon, as the ‘other half’ of Marika’s will, had tried to repair her while he waited for me to slay him and free ‘them’ of the Greater Will’s control, atleast for that cycle.
Given how she had apparently been a god with beauty worth of her reputation, all it did was elevate her god-like beauty to something beyond.
Maybe the loops and constant use of different repair Runes had been what was needed to free Queen Marika from the Greater Will’s control.
And if Queen Marika, embodiment of the Greater Will’s control of The Lands Between, could be freed, that meant all the trials and tribulations I’d been through were worth it, since it meant you could truly purge the Greater Will from the realm.
In all honesty, I had planned to abandon this world with my consort Ranni, but despite what she and I had pulled off, the loop had started again.
If nothing else, the thought of removing the Greater Will’s control of reality and allowing you to finally be with your Consort for Eternity on our dark journey had been enough to keep me going.
Pulling my hand from the corpse of the Elden Beast, I relished the influx of grace it gave me. I had long since surpassed the need for grace, but as the Beast was the closest I might ever come to killing the Greater Will itself, it’s ‘death’ was the only one I still savoured.
As I approached where I knew Marika would be, I couldn’t help but appreciate the bounties that the Queen’s body offered.
Her breasts were impressive, full and ripe. And unlike mortals, who had to fight gravity with undergarments, the Queen of the Realm only used fine fabric straps that only covered her golden nipples, the pale skin causing the dull gold to be more noticeable against the sheer dark fabric.
Her dress felt less like something a Queen wore, and more like something a sacrifice wore to preserve modest before they were sacrificed. The straps barely contained her large bosom, and the rest of it barely covered her inner thighs and allowing unrestricted view of her well used hips.
As I circled the Queen’s inert body, a strange thought assaulted me.
How am I going to pull the Ring from her body? It seems to have been swallowed by her reforged form…
You’d spent untold cycles desecrating the ruined corpse of this woman, in the vain hope you would be free of the cycle.
Why was it now that her body wasn’t broken that it was a struggle?
I reached towards the body, intending to move her around and see if the Elden Ring was leaking out at a point where I could take it with minimal damage, when an odd sight graced my vision.
Grace began to flow through me, into Queen Marika.
My eyes widened as I realised what this meant: The Queen was still alive, yet was apparently missing something that allowed her to be conscious.
I cupped the unearthly beautiful face of Queen Marika, when a new thought struck me.
Maybe I can use the Runes on her?
Normally, a cycle ends with pulling the fractured Elden Ring from her corpse, and using one of the Greater Runes I’d gathered.
I had long since stopped gathering them, since my beloved Ranni required no Rune, and as much as the Frenzied Flame brought forth such euphoria when it dwelled within my soul, it would often supplant whatever Ranni would try to achieve.
…but I did have an aeons worth of Grace.
With a heretical thought planted, I planted my lips on the Queen’s own, and filled her with all the excess grace I’d claimed through my unending cycles through her cursed realm.
It wouldn’t mend the Ring in full. A new Rune was needed to act as foundation, so that the Elden Ring could begin the process of repair. But a fractured Ring ensured a new cycle, even if Queen Marika’s resurrection was powerful enough to free the Realm of the Greater Will.
As my excess graced filled the Queen and flowed into the Ring from which it was originally given, the cracks on her body slowly began to close.
Instead of looking like a marble statue on the verge of collapse, the pale goddess now only had a few small fractures, now filled with golden grace.
It reminded me of an art I’d heard about from some of the wanderers from the Land of Reeds, of taking a broken item and filling the broken cracks with gold, bringing new beauty to that which was broken.
The Queen’s form apparently still hungered, for as I tried to pull away before she could drain the grace I still desired to keep, her hands sprang to life and pulled me back into the kiss, her tongue aggressive and forcing itself into mine, the kiss of life now filled with raw primal passion.
Her passion was infectious, for I almost let her claim the strength I needed to survive another cycle, but I carefully put a hand to her throat and pushed back, her body going weak with a moan at the touch, freeing me from her embrace.
“Does thy form not satisfy thee, My Elden Lord?” Queen Marika moaned, as she stood to her full height and looked down at me, pale cheeks rosy-gold as her golden eyes flared with intelligence.
“To say it doesn’t would be a horrible insult to one whose beauty has end nations, and I am humbled that one such as you would grace me with your own passion.”
Thankfully, Ranni didn’t expect monogamy. After I’d tried to initiate her Dark Journey multiple times, and never really getting to experience it in full, I’d asked what was expected of me, as Queen’s Consort.
Given her travel was expected to last for a thousand years in incorporeal form, she wanted me knowledgeable in the ways of the flesh, so that when she finally deigned to allow herself a true ‘mortal’ form again, I would be ready to service her thoroughly.
And so long as she was first in my heart and shared whoever I took to bed, I was free to indulge in the flesh of whoever caught my eye.
…she’d even let me indulge in the strange doll body she had been using, if the mood struck me.
“My Lord is skilled with his tongue. Now that my body is restored, I hope that is true in the other sense of the phrase.”
Not giving me a chance to realise what she had just insinuated, Queen Marika turned to the ‘Ring’ in the sky, where her body was originally bound.
“With tarnished Grace, I can restore the Elden Ring to some degree.”
Queen Marika raises her hands, and golden light flows from within her, pooling in her hands.
However, the building wind causes her flimsy dress to blow away, giving me a beautiful full moon to observe and derail any attempt at thoughts not corrupted by lust.
“If thee chooseth to be My Elden Lord, would you help me free my Realm of its aurelian pus?”
“On the condition that My Queen allows us to consummate our new relationship, I would gladly accept such a task.”
The golden light surged, as a mass of grace coalesced and floated towards the gap in the embodiment of the Elden Ring.
She turned to face me, her now free hands ripping off the frail sacrificial dress and allowing me to bask in her otherworldly glory, hunger in her eyes.
“My Lord, I plan to have you father a dynasty, for I need others to help us prepare for war.”
I paused in the middle of my own unrobing.
“War, against who?”
No one remained.
Rykard was dead; his blasphemies were where I had originally managed to find out that freeing the realm of the Greater Will was even possible.
Ranni was waiting; her path set.
Radahn was slain; for he dared deny the Stars.
Malenia….was contained. It was because of her legendary skills that nothing short of the truly monstrous could threaten me on this journey, for spending an aeon fighting the perfect warrior meant I was now her equal. Just the sight of me left her weak now, maybe the Rot making it clear to her that she must submit to me.
Mohg was busy waiting for Miquella to ascend; unaware his own ministrations had ruined the thing he called ‘Miquella’.
Radagon and the Elden Beast slain unendingly, ensuring the Greater Will couldn’t interfere.
There wasn’t any other force or influence left in the realm I hadn’t slain or broken.
Queen Marika smirked, as the golden light merged with the Elden Ring, the golden light dimming, the Elden Ring now forever tarnished by the Queen.
“The Greater Will, of course. I have broken their hold, yet we still must pull its rotten fingers out of this land by their roots.”
I managed to pull my own hungry gaze away from the feast the naked Queen’s body offered, and stared up at the dimly glowing Elden Ring.
“…we’ll have time to gather an army from these broken lands?”
It would take generations for the land to heal, for new powers and people to rise to the heights needed to slay gods outside of our reality.
…but Queen Marika, with an Elden Lord bound to her, had a chance of leading me down a path that would free Ranni and I.
“Oh, but I have a better idea.”
She raised a hand, and a bed appeared behind her. I was already fairly tall, but Queen Marika was tall enough that my face would always be at chest height, and the large bed matched her frame.
She sat down on its edge, and pried her legs apart, my eyes drawn to the glistening wetness betwixt. Beneath her golden pubes, translucent liquid with an unearthly gold tinge was slowly dripping down her thighs.
“You are to be my first and only supplicant for this age, atleast until we are happy with the progeny you seed within me.”
My brain stopped working, as blood rushed out from it to the more primitive brain settled between my own legs.
“Huh?” was all I could manage, as I took one halting step towards the juicy honeypot being offered.
“Pleasure me and breed me, and I will free us from the Greater Will so we will never be shackled again!”
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