>>258518 >>280885 Poor Lucatiel, she was once such a proud and noble knight who fought for honor and peace, but look at where she is now. Ever since she came to Drangleic it has been a downward spiral for her, and she doesn't know when it will stop. The longer she goes on, the harder it is for here to maintain her own sanity as she loses memories.
Eventually she finds herself begging, for an effigy, for salvation, for something, anything that could save her, and an offer is presented to her. She hates it and what it reduces her to, but she takes it nonetheless.
Now, whenever she finds herself meeting with that traveler, she strips down her armor and clothes to become nothing more than a whore, selling out her body, a single act for a single effigy, and saw slams his cock down her throat, cumming, she can't help but wonder what would her brother think if he saw her in this wretched state?
(Give me the name of any other SoulsBorne girl and I might write another depressing sex thing for them)
>>282625 She spends her entire day keeping care of three senile old ladies, a job that her mother passed onto her. Any undead just wandering though are probably the only other people she ever gets to meet.
Damn right she's going to fuck whosoever eye she catches,
>>283734 There's not much left for her in this world anymore, Lord Gwyn is gone, Artorias is dead, Ornstien is obsessed with carrying out his last orders, and Anor Londo is forsaken. There's Gough, she she cannot see herself ever content with wasting her life with a mere hobby like him, so she spends most of her days sitting in the coliseum, were Artorias fell, because she does not know what to do now.
The human shows up from time to time, and he is no subtle about what he wants, and frankly disgusts her. She is Lord's Blade Ciaran, Lord Gwyn's utmost assassin, one of his Four Knights, not some lowly woman of pleasure, and not to a human. Considering him would be only slightly better than considering a dog.
But there is no one else that wants her, nowhere for her to even go, she doesn't even know what to do, and now her weapons begin to feel heavy in her hands without purpose. Much like herself.
One day, she says yes.
She's stripped down, and while she has never been vain she will admit that she has always been pretty, and even through the armor and robes one could tell she was petite. He's not gentle, and it doesn't take long before he's inside her.
The worst thing about this is that she cums. Multiple times. Her cries of pleasure can be heard deep into the forest, and she hates that a lowly, filthy human is what is causing her pleasure. It's more pleasure from sex than she had ever received before. Not even Artorias was able to do this to her.
She's then turned onto her knees, with her face laying on the ground, and she can feel him about to penetrate again, though through a different hole. Ciaran is not able to even protest as he enters her rear, with a hand grabbing her light blonde hair.
He cums finally, adding to the loads her womanhood is soaked in, and she finds herself cumming again as well.
As she looks on to the grave of her dead lover, and shivers. Is this what her purpose in life is now?
>>284490 There had been so many undead that had passed through Majula, Shanalotte had long since stopped bothering to given them any notice, as most did not return from their travels. All gone hollow, she thinks. Except one, who slew the Great Souls, took their strength, becoming stronger and more confident with every major victory. Then he began to collect the crowns. She knew that Vendrick sought the crowns, but failed to gain their unknown power.
One day he appeared in the smoke, and before she could even greet him, he looked in her direction and powerful weight overcame her. When she had been created, Aldia had not seen it necessary to gift her much beyond her artificial soul and body, so the ability to feel things like a normal human was beyond her, even now after so many centuries. This feeling now however was unlike anything she's ever experienced, more than she's ever felt, and it made her afraid.
Was this power related to the crowns?
The undead grasped her firmly by the wrist and dragged her to the other side of the town, to the mansion. She knew that he had made the upper floor his own home, and with Cale's obsession for the map in the basement, he left entirely to his own up there.
When they made it to his room he pinned her to the wall and stared hungrily into her eyes, before claiming her lips with his own, her attempts to push him off weak at best. She was frightened, but at the same time had a morbid desire to do nothing to stop him.
Pushing her against the wall, skirts bunch around her thighs, he pushed himself in all the way. She screamed at the pain, but he did not stop, so she weakly grasped at his shoulders, trying to keep hold of something.
Hotness flooded her as he came in her again and again. When he was done he pulled out, letting her fall to the ground, all she could do was hazily stare at his penis before several thick strands erupted from it, landing on her face in thick globs.
"M-More, please," she said, hoarsely, nearly desperate.
>>284608 Priscilla found herself being dragged out from the snow capped world by an unfamiliar feeling, and when she next awoke, she found herself in an expansive bedroom. Outside she could see the night sky.
There was a man there as well, the same one from before, only he was larger than she, or had she become smaller? The man explained that he had freed her from her prison, her home, and that the time of gods had ended, and man had truly begun.
She was unsure what this meant, but she wished to return home as soon as possible.
His hand then glowed a dark light as gripped her shoulder, pushing her onto the bed. He traced his hand against her leg and a tremendous wonderful feeling came over her, leaving her shaky. He said he could make her feel like this more, all she had to do was say she wanted it.
Uncertain, she agreed.
He then ripped off her feathery white robe, leaving her bare, before roughly shoving himself inside her, and the feeling came again, all the while he gripped and stroked her tail, and all she could do was cry out into the soft sheets.
After she had become exhausted, he pulled out and came all over her rear and lower back, and used her tail to clean it up, much to her shame.
She could never go home he said, but this room was her new home now. He then clasped a metal band around her neck, one that bore her name.
>>286716 Quelaag despised this newly proclaimed Dark Lord with every fiber of her being. The man had spared her back in Blighttown, but that did not give him the right to her life, or her sisters. She wasn't certain what powers those serpents had given him, but she could not deny what he could do; he had cured her and her sister, freeing them of the chaos bugs their bodies had become and removed the poison from her sister.
Then he went and seduced her, making her think she was happy with him, and somehow he had tricked her into this sick relationship. She watched from the corner of the bed as this man, this filthy human. defiled her younger sister, making her moan and scream as he plunged in and out of her. Quelaan gave one more soft cry before he pulled off of her.
"Dear sister, please," she said, and she knew what she wanted. Crawling on her hand and knees, Quelaag placed herself at her sister's crotch, filled with the man's seed. His hand was then placed at the back of her head and she was forced in, made to lick her clean of the seed that had been placed inside her. It only became worse when he used his other hand to grab her hip and enter her from behind.
She was seething with anger and hate for this man at what she was forced to do, eat out her sister while he fucked her from behind like an animal, and despised how he made her cum, and how happy her sister seemed to be around him.
As his hands were replaced with her sister's keeping her down, she knew that until her sister was freed of whatever spell she was under, she herself would be stuck as nothing more than a sexual plaything for either of them.
>>287749 For her entire life, Rhea followed the words of her faith to the word, living by them as though they were the most important things in existence, living a strict religious upbringing, knowing that her faith would be rewarded by Lord Gwyn.
Where did that faith get her? Alone in a far off land, her friends dead, surrounded by undead, with no home to return to, cast out by the very people who drilled those lessons into her head. All of the praying meant nothing now.
What was the point in following any of those scriptures anymore? After she broke, she cried and drank and swore and it felt GOOD to call out the lord's name in vain.
Sex felt even better. The undead that had saved her was now fucking her in one of the parish's bed like a whore, and she loved it. How would her religious parents think of her now, seeing their virgin daughter take a thick long cock into herself? Her maiden robes were torn off her body and she allowed him to do anything he wanted to, and she never said no, no matter how degrading or painful the act had been, she took it all in and was proud of it.
Hours of fucking lead to her being covered in sweat and cum, her belly fill with his seed, leaking out of both her cunt and ass as well. He had a tight grip on her frizzled hair as he came on her face, her tongue trying to lap up what she could.
She used her Ivory Talisman, the last bit of proof of her heritage, to wipe the cum off, reducing it to a dirty rag. The sacrilegious act was enough to make her cum again, and she screamed out as she did and begged him for more.
She wanted the debauchery to continued as far as she could to know her limits and go past them. Bring in more men, women too, have them use her until they had no more use for her, then put her on the street and have her rut with the hounds.
Before today, she had never even touched herself, as it would be a sin to do so. No more dreams of a pure white wedding with a honeymoon with a man she loved.
>>286739 >>287754 She's seen this one before, the one who dragged himself through the swamps for whatever reason. At first she fought him, and then later helped him against the spider-woman, both in bids to acquire delicious humanity. She really didn't seem him as anything more than a idiot in the muck. Might as well go after him again.
He saw her first though, and as she swung down her mighty knife down on him he managed to parry her, knocking the weapon out of her hand, and then grabbed at her face, throwing her to the small island they were on, ripping her mask off, and before she was able to stand up his hand glowed a darkness, and then she was out.
When she woke up, she found herself lying down face first on a bed, in a dark room, her arms and legs bound to the posts at each corner, and a strange mask on her face that stopped her from closing her mouth.
The man then stood before her, saying that filth like she would need breaking, and she was unable to do anything as he grabbed her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth, plunging it in and out, filling her throat and not giving her time to even breath. Pulling out, he came over her face as the spittle dribbled down her lips, and it stayed there as he let go and moved onto the bed, setting himself beside her.
Pulling her thick cheeks apart she fucked her. She screamed and yelled at him, threatening to devour every last part of him down to his bone, but with this mask it only came out as gargled noises. He didn't stop however, and he kept coming after her forced her to orgasm, multiple times, and even through his own orgasms. He never stopped no matter what.
Eventually her cries of protest turned into lustful moans, and she could no longer think straight. Just how long had it been? When he did pull out, he came back around her face, pulling the mask off ans shoved his dick back into her mouth.
She sucked him off, knowing she would not harm him. This was her duty now.
>>292341 Blood and fire erupted through the room as Maria swung her swords down at the Hunter, but she missed, leaving her open. There was a fat slug on his hand as he raised it, and a portal appeared and a barrage of tentacles shot out, knocking the wind out of her, and wrapped tightly around her, knocking Rakuyo from her grasp, and she found herself strung up by the arms and legs, with one wrapped around her throat.
They didn't fade away like they were supposed to.
The Hunter walked in front of her and she glared at him with fiery eyes, and his response was to tear at her scarf, ripping it off. She tried to struggle, but the tentacles held on tight, and soon she herself exposed and naked to him. He then grabbed her by the hair and forced her into a greedy kiss, and he ignored her protests, while his fingers trailed down and brushed against her entrance before his fingers entered her. They began to thrust in and out, and she could her muscles tighten under the pressure, but then she felt one of the tentacle, pressing against her rears, gently probing the inside.
She could do nothing but cum as he fingers worked themselves fast and hard against her, and she felt shame as she did. He pulled away from the kiss and she could see a smile under his mask, and he pulled apart her legs and thrust into her with his member. He continued to fuck her senseless and she came once more, and when she felt him come inside her, she had thought that this would be it.
Not only did he continue, but the tentacle pressed further and entered her until it was as deep as he was. Both rocked against her inner walls in sync, building up a rhythm inside her and she cried out as her next orgasm came too quickly, much more so than the others. Any attempts to hold onto her dignity had failed as her body twitched as she felt him pump into her.
She was heir to Cainhurst, one of the old hunters, now she was being forced by this man, being split open on both ends. How could she survive the shame?
>>270653 Can't really say I have a favorite, and as I haven't played demons', I can't really name anyone from that one, but
>DS1: Priscilla- would devour souls to grow HUGE for so I could hug properly. 9/10 Quelana- would keep around for fun, 8/10 Ciaran- would fuck her on Arotrias's Grave, 8/10
>DS2: Rosabeth- would dress in the skimpiest clothes possible, then make her the student. 8/10 Lucatiel- would teach her her place once she lost everything 9/10 Shanalotte- BEARER SEEK SEEK LUST 9/10
>Blooborne: Eileen- Would Hoont Hoonturs with all night and fook all day. Would also fook in between hoontur kills. 10/10 Doll- eldritch milf can treat me like her kid. If being her kid meant fucking her senseless. 9/10 Maria- would just fuck senseless. Chains might be involved. 8/10
>>270653 Never played DeS or DaS2 but here goes. DaS1: >Priscilla. Touch fluffy tail and snuggle the shit outta, probably 2/10 lewd. >Quelana. Tsundere sexytimes 8/10. BB: >Plain Doll for maximum snuggle 0/10. >Lady Maria for getting hatefucked 10/10.
>>293481 >implying in nightmare Yharnam, Maria doesn't fuck you
>>294679 290SL in DaS2 because you can pvp at any level. But other than that instance I stay around 180 in DaS2 and around 120 in DeS and DaS. The game becomes to easy after that and gotta get that pvp too.
>>292976 Yuria knew what had happened after the False King Allant was killed and its souls taken, after the seal in the Nexus was broken and the brave knight who came to this land was led by the hand by the Maiden to the deep below. There was The Old One, the source of all demons, of power, and Soul Arts and Miracles, all one in the same. The Maiden told her that she had wanted to lull the Old One back to slumber and free the world of the terrible fog.
But the knight stabbed her through the back and took the Old One's power for himself, and in doing so had gained great and terrible power. On top of the second floor of the Nexus, above the Archstones, was the knight's throne, taken from Allant's tower, and he sat there, ruling all the demons from this plain of existence.
She looked up as him, and at the screaming Maiden, bouncing up and down on his lap, her rags torn away long ago. His fingers were digging into her hips, and she could see his glistening cock as it thrust in and out of her body, a feeling she was all too familiar with. After he had gained this power, he had taken both her and the Maiden, making them his whores, and he used them as he pleased.
It was horrifying in the beginning, and it felt like she was reliving every moment in the tower after Miralda captured her, but now things were different.
The Maiden screamed and fell off, cum leaking her her cunt, exhausted, and the knight called her. Eagerly she crawled up his his lap and took him into her mouth, cleaning him, tasting both of them, as he gently stroked her hair. She liked it when he was gentle, as rare as it was, but it was not her place to complain otherwise. The Maiden then crawled up and leaned against her back, and with the cock still in Yuria's mouth, she stuffed her fingers into her cunt.
"We live to serve him," she said, softly. "Our bodies out his do to what he wishes."
She came on the Maiden's fingers, and the knight lifted her onto his lap, turned away, and plunged into her.
>>293164 Anastacia sat against the side of her cell, keeping the bonefire lit, as it was the only thing she ever did. Once she tried to fight her fate, but her acceptance had been beaten into her, her legs broken, her tongue cut out, and her freedom taken. There was even a death, semi-permanent, and hat it not been for that kind undead, she would be even less than what she was. For everything he had done, all she wanted to do was show him that there was something about her that had some worth.
The sounds of footsteps caught her ears and she knelt up to the bars to see the undead return. Opening the front of her trousers, she knew exactly what he wanted. She took him into her mouth, sucking, licking and kissing the tip softly, using one hand to massage the base of the shaft while the other one gently fondled his testicles, while he kept his hand on her hair bun. The longer she went on, he began to push her down, forcing more of him into her throat, until her nose was pushed against his pelvis, thankfully she had long since grown use to this and the strain on her jaw was manageable.
He then pulled her off until her lips were brushing against the tip, spittle and precum leaking out, before he forced her back down, quicker with more force. He kept doing this, until the speed grew faster, until her was fucking her face, and muffled choking noises came from her throat, and tears streaming down her face, before he held her all the way down for a time, and she could feel the hot cum jetting down her throat as he cock throbbed on the inside. He then pulled out, and the last few ropey streams struck her face in thick globs. Without saying a word, he buckled himself up and walked away.
She sat back down and used her dirty shawl to clean her face and hair and went back to waiting for him to return. She was such a useless woman, all she wanted to do was have some use to anyone, and she was thankful that she could do this much for him
>>297274 I mean, I get all that NOW. But when it was my first time playing the game and it's feels quite unlike Dark Souls 1, give a guy a break. At least I wasn't a fag who gave up or something. Those are the real ones who should never complain.
>>299143 Licia hummed happily to herself, as she gently rung the Idol's Chime, the ringing sound pleasantly filling to room up with noise. In the bag at her feet, were her own possessions, things that had been "donated" to her, such as artifacts, miracles and souls, all in the name of the gods. It was amazing what people were willing to give a traveling cleric.
Turning her eyes up, she smiled at the undead who she saw often around Majula, which of her services would he pay for today?
Her expression fell when he held out the eye orb. He really did recognize her afterall. Before she could act at all, he dashed at her, knocking her chime from her hand, clattering it against the stone before spinning her around and shoving her against the wall, effortlessly twisting one arm behind her back. She tried to cry out in protest, but her tightened his grip with one hand, and cupped her rear with the other, giving it a hard squeeze. Licia was speechless as he ripped down her pants, leaving her bare from the waist down, too afraid to say or do anything, then his hand came down right on her cheeks, and she yelped at the stinging. He did it again, then again, and kept doing it, until it reached a point where she was sure that her ass was bright red, and to her shame she could feel herself dripping. The spanking continued, and became more painful, and she could barely notice she was using both arms to hold herself up, digging her nails into stone.
A con and thief she might be, but Licia did uphold some traditions, and her whole body shook with pain as he took her virginity. With each thrust he delivered another smack, and she only cried out louder each time, even pleading for more. Eventually her knees gave out, taken out by her first orgasm, and she slid down the wall as he came in her, pulling out as he did, coating her backside in cum.
As he looted her bag for the miracle she stool, all she could recall was this being the first time in many years she called out god's name.
She'd said it, back when that knight had first freed her from the crystalline clutches of the golem, that she would find some way to repay his kind act of heroism.
And now he had come to claim what he was 'owed' here, at the beginning of all things, rage on his face, as he came to his own decision on what had happened between her and her father, his friend.
With rough hands, he'd pulled at the latches securing her armor, forcing her down into the ashen sand, beside her father's corpse, her leggings pulled down, beneath her deceptively roomy armour, the undead had shoved himself inside her with a brutal force.
She yelped as he continued to pull her from the shell of her armor, rough fingers grabbing at her ponytail, using it as leverage to drive himself deeper, as he fucked her into the dirt.
She'd tried to talk, to explain what had really happened to her dear father, but her words fell on deaf ears, shame washing over her, as the undead knight's thick cock plowing into her started to bring... pleasure.
Moans escaped her lips, as she tried to hold them back, echoing out over the dark oceans, feeling herself cum under the undead's thrusts.
"Father... I'm sorry." She'd groaned, hands clasping for purchase in handfuls of sand as she panted, the unclean joy of orgasming from being raped by an undead washing over her, her strength leaving her limbs.
He spent his seed in her, a final orgasm leaving her feeling empty, as the knight's seed splashed up into her belly, a faint buckling and the trudging of boots her sign of his leaving, so blissed out on pleasure that she couldn't even raise her head to watch him leave.
Apparently he had 'even nastier clams' to deal with.
>>302079 Of course, as someone who finds there to be a disappointing lack of smut for these games, I do what I can to help, and add to those numbers, and since I have a preference for stories over pictures I find this the best way.
>>297982 >>301836 Chloanne rubbed her temples as she tried to regain a sense of feeling into the numbness that ran through her entire body before pushing herself up and against the wall. Around her she could hear moans and groans, and the memories began to reshape in her memory. Yesterday, maybe, she wasn't too certain, the undead she sold stones to, more or less her only customer began to chat her, flirt with her, while normally she would only humor such attention she found herself drawn to him, hanging on her every world, then somehow the pyromancer in the skimpy outfit came along...
She threw her head back and cried as she felt something warm and wet enter her pussy, and looking down she saw said girl was grabbing hold of her thighs and eating her out. She had enough control of herself, barely, to look around, and on the other end of the bed she saw that nun, sobbing and fingering herself and crying out "oh gods", while on the chair was the undead and that herald woman, he clutched her breast from behind while fucking her in the ass. That's right, he took them to the top floor of the mansion and fucked them both, then each other, and at some point the other two came into the picture and he fucked them both as well. She had sex with everyone in this room multiple times, more than her entire life, but why? She wasn't some easy slut. But the things he said were nice, and she liked that she didn't have to think...
She came, and grabbed Rosabeth's hair and held her down, and joined Licia watching as the undead came in the Herald's ass before pushing her off. Jumping up, she beat Licia to his lap and plunged herself down on his cock, filling herself with bliss while Licia ate out the Herald' cum-filled ass and Roasbeth went to licking his balls.
Her mind was hazy, and all she knew was that she needed this, for this man to fuck her in anyway he wished, as well as anyone else he wanted.
I deserve more than one queen, she though he heard him say through the haze.
>>299287 The Doll did not know if she dreamed when she slept in the Hunter's Dream, but she had heard of them, from other hunters who had been here, wishing they could dream normal dreams and be gone of the nightmare. Either way, she was shaken awake and she opened her eyes with a gasp to see the Good Hunter before her, a cross look on her face, as per the norm after she spent long periods of time away in the waking world. She raised a hand and pointed down.
Nodding, the Doll knew exactly what it was that was needed of her and sat up from her seat, only to drop to her knees while the Hunter undid her belt and lowered her pants. Before she could even have a chance to offer a hello the Hunter grabbed her by the head and pulled her forward, pushing her face into her snatch. Ever since the Hunter had gained enough Insight to awaken her, the Doll had often found herself in this position, being used to please the Hunter whenever she demanded it. It wasn't something she opposed, as she was here to grant whatever comfort she could to the Hunter, for that was her purpose.
The Hunter fisted at her hair, bunching her bonnet into a mess as the Doll pushed her tongue into the Hunter's cunt, circling around the clit while prying the lips open with her fingers as best she could, though the Hunter had her buried into her nose Above, the Hunter threw her head back and closed her eyes as she rode out this feeling, and the Doll knew that between all the blood and violence that this was one of the few moments she allowed herself peace to relax.
The Hunter came, gushing a spray of pussy juice onto the Doll's smooth face, and didn't spare her a second glance as she pulled up her pants and buckled up. Just as the Doll stood up, the Hunter reached out her hand, and the Doll began with her second task, channeling the blood echoes. When that was done, the Hunter merely turned around and went to a grave to leave for the real world. The Doll cleaned up and waited until she was next needed.
>>301259 In the many weeks she had been in Lordran, Sieglinde was confident that she was the only person in the entire kingdom who was fully human, but now she felt so hollow on the inside. She knew what she might have to do, but in the end she felt that it had been to much for her, to put down her father, killing him after he had been reduced to such a sorry state. It just wan't fair.
Then the undead knight came, the one who saved her from the crystal, and helped her to reunite with her father came along, running to her father. She wanted to say something, but found her words choking in her throat, but when he looked up she saw that he had been furious, her father had been his friend, and her father had spoken highly of him.
Before she could explain he had knocked her onto her back, tossing her helmet off, and he swung his weapon he enough force that it broke the latches of her armor off. Despite what her armor looked like, she was rather thin underneath with a good layer of muscle. As she rolled over and tried to stand up his hand grabbed her neck in a vice and he pulled her leggings down. She tried to protest, to beg and cry, but he thrust hard and deep into her core.It was almost too much, but the longer it went on, the more she accepted it, maybe this was her punishment for patricide?
To her shame, her came on his cock, tightening around it, while not too far from her father's corpse laid in the sand, and he came as well, a series of hot spikes in her middle. When he pulled out she could feel the combined cum running down her legs, thick and hot on her thighs. He then pushed her onto her back and allowed her no rest before pinning her down by both arms and forcing himself into her again, and looking into his face she could already tell that he would not be merciful for a long time.
So be it, if this was what she deserved, that she's suffer for it.
>>302369 Hunter either died young or lived too long, though the phrase "too long" could mean anything, with many people becoming much older than they actually were over a small period of time, and as a Hunter of Hunters, Eileen could more or less feel her years tripling down on her. A lot of people had died by her hands, many of them good people before turning to bloodlust, and at the end of every day she felt more tired than the previous one.
In a rare moment of calm, Eileen found herself alone in an desolate house, sitting at the table drinking from a flask she carried, strong stuff. The door to the kitchen opened and she was quick to draw her swords but relaxed when she saw that hunter enter, his own weapon ready to strike. He almost didn't recognize her without her mask on, but she was thankful for the company and the time to talk to another person.
It depressed her, to think that this hunter was the closest thing she had to a friend in years, the last one to have died by her hand. It weighted down heavily on her, to know how utterly alone she was, with her best years behind her, she was only in her early forties, and honestly she knew she shouldn't be drinking this much. It made her desperate.
A few more drinks, a suggestive comment from her had him thrown her onto the table, ripping her coat open while she worked her pants off. He fucked her into the wood as she clung to him desperately, overwhelmed by the need to just be near someone and to not have it about killing. She honestly couldn't recall last she fucked like this, nearly a decade maybe? But it felt GOOD to just be taken like this, to be stuffed and scream out as he plunged her into a euphoric bliss, their cum pooling on the table as it spurted out of her.
When he finished he cleaned himself off, left, saying he needed to be somewhere, while she remained on the table, stripped and unclean. The loneliness returned, now overwhelming that that she had some companionship, even if for just an evening.
Miralda screamed against the gag in her mouth as she was dragged across the ground by the two soul-crazed knights holding her arms. This wasn't how it was supposed to me, they were meant to obey her, not to take her captive! How could this have happened? How could King Allant fall? Soon they came to a stop and the bag was removed from her head and she could see where she was, from what she had heard of it, this was the Nexus, and standing in front of her was the knight who defeated her, who had killed the king. How she hated him, and had her arms not been bound and her weapon gone she would have killed him on the spot. He snapped his fingers and the soldiers let her go before leaving her alone with hi, and she glared at him with hateful eyes.
He asked if she knew Yuria the Witch. Of course she knew the whore, she captured her herself and let the jailers have at her to do what they pleased, she would have certainly deserved whatever punishments they had in store for her. With a sneer the knight approached her and grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground before a throne, Allant's, taken from his tower, shoving her face into the stone as he tore her pants off. Panic set in as he grabbed her ass roughly, his nails digging deep into the tight flesh, and she could feel her fingers pry open her asshole. She wanted to scream, to beg, but the gag stopped her as he forced himself into her. It was painful and he never let up, and all she could do was struggle, but he held her down as he violated her.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the whore-witch looking around the corner, giving a hateful glare of her own. Was this her revenge?
His grip in her silvery hair tightened as he came in her ass and pulled out, letting her fall to the floor. Everything about her hurt, but he forced her onto her knees and removed the gag, then shoved his cock into her mouth, pushing himself as deep as he could, causing her to gag as he slapped the side of her face, tears streaming.
>>270653 DeS: Maiden in black 7-10, friggin' cute but she kinda creeps me out Yuria 7-10, instead of creeping me out she has a stereotypical witch nose, but still cute Astrea 9-10, really good but I ain't stepping in Garl's turf Miranda AXE/10, OH GOD HELP
DaS: Anastacia 5-10, I mean I barely get to see her and the few times she talks she's just talking about wanting to die Gwynevere 10-10, 0-10 once I realize she's an illusion and the real one is elsewhere, married to some guy Ciaran 7-10, cute but I ain't stepping on Artorias' grave Quelana 9-10, her voice, lines and backstory makes me love her, but she's practically invisible, both before and after you find her
DaS2: Emerald Herald 9.5-10, probably my favorite overall but holy shit stop saying the same lines everytime I want to level up, at least MiB said them in the background. Lucatiel 9-10, adventurefu that sadly had a bad end Rosabeth 8-10, her voice is kinda annoying but finally we get some delicious brown Chloanne 9-10, dem tits but doesn't have quite the same appeal as Gwynevere
Honorable mention to Mildred because I certainly did not expect to see a fat, naked bitch chasing me across a toxic swamp. Twice.
>>312189 Selen had always put much of her faith in god, that is why she had gone to the Valley of Defilement, to search out Garl and Saint Astraea, to discover the truths of the rumors about them. Certainly they were rumors, nothing else? But in the end, they were true, Astraea had become a demon, and Garl had chosen to serve her, defending her to his last breath. How could this have happened to them, what could have possibly have made them stray from their righteous path? What kind of power could corrupt them so?
Her answer was the knight who killed her brother, standing before her, having knocked her down, Blind thrown to the lower floor of the Nexus. She had faced demons, smaller ones, less powerful, and they all had a certain presence to them, and what she could feel from him was that, but infinitely more powerful. How corrupted was he?
He pinned her to a wall, one hand holding both her wrists in place, and he was unable to fight him back, while his other hand traced her legs before moving under her skirt, pushing aside the armor and fabric before she felt his fingers pushing at her core. She trashed her legs, but he simply pushed his fingers into her, and her resistance only seemed to make him push deeper, so she stopped and prayed for it to stop.
It didn't, he was stroking her insides and he worked himself in and out, and everything from the hips down became tense, she bit her lip, trying to think of anything else to try and stop what was happening. Then she came and relief washed over her, and she regretted it. As he pulled his fingers out she gasped as the sudden emptiness and held them up to her face, she tried to keep her mouth closed but she was soon tasting herself, savoring her own sin.
His cock was then inside her, and her will to fight soon waned, and she came harder until she lost track of time. After untold time, she submitted to his power, and indulged in it, formfitting her previous vows. The world was his, he said, and she act as his voice.
>>314941 She had tried to avenge Master Gwyndolin, to strike back and kill the man who did this, but it had only ended in her defeat, and now she lay beneath the moon of Anor Londo, the only person left in the city aside the lowly blacksmith. The guilt of her failure wracked her entire body, as she no longer knew what she had in life. Should she suicide now? Maybe she should, Master Gwyndolin always told her what a horrid ugly thing she was, no one would miss her.
But then the knight returned, claiming he was now the Dark Lord, and Anor Londo was his now. It made her furious, so she attacked him again, only to fail again when her weapons were knocked out of her hands. Grabbing her by the arm and threw her onto "his throne", where the illusion once sat, and demanded her to remove her armor.
She refused, for her dignity and to make sure that no one ever saw how hideous she was, but he was able to peel away her armor, leaving her mostly naked sans the helm she wore. He grabbed the fin on the top and despite her protests he was able to yank it off.
She would rather die than to have her flesh exposed to the air, and she expected him to cast her away into the darkness, but instead her cursed the gods. The gods, Gwyndolin included, told lies to keep them compliant, and everything he had ever told her was a lie.
No! Master was right, she was an ugly, humanity was a sin in itself!
He only pinned her down to the plush throne and thrust into her, she was helpless to stop him, saying he was going to punish her for accepting their word without question. If she wanted to be a slave then he would treat her like one.
She was rolled onto her front and he thrust into her ass, nearly tearing her in half, as he fucked her into the throne, clawing at her hip and gripping at her hair, Her cries were the only sounds in the night air of the cathedral, as she came, staining the throne of the goddess. There was no humility left for her with that act, such desecration. She surrendered.
Astreae found herself awake, blinking away the haze from her sleep, and after a few moments thought she found this strange, as she remembered her death. She had taken her own life when she realized that she had no way to defend herself, after dear Garl had been murdered in front of her eyes. She gave into utter despair for the second time in her life, but where was she now?
Her answer soon came in the form of the knight who invaded her home, Garl's murderer, and she could tell, like her, he had taken great and terrible demon powers, stolen from the Old One. He explained that he had restored her soul and body, as he believed that she could be a use of him to spread the colorless fog across the world, but she had no interest in his plans. He then went on and gave her a choice, help him and she could return to the Valley, and it and its denizens would be spared from both man and demon, and she would be given as much power as she needed for their sakes.
She had betrayed her teachings and faith when she first came to the Valley, how could a loving god allow such people to suffer? Others had called her the most impure soul for her choice, but she would happily suffer if it brought those poor people peace.
Of course, there was a price to pay to return to the Valley; when she had first taken demon souls, she sold her soul, now she sells her body.
The knight shoved her against the wall, and roughly pressed his lips against hers, while his hands worked to remove her once-pure robes. As he pushed himself into her, she gave a gasp in surprise as the feeling; The sex with Garl had been wonderful, but this was something else, he had sent shockwaves through her entire body with each thrust, as she grasped as his shoulders and neck, and even finding herself returning the lustful kisses, cumming underneath his touch. There was no god, only the Old One, and this man had taken its place, she's been called a demon's whore, and now it would seem like that title held truth.
As the guy who suggest the first story about Demon Slayer with Yura and BAE in Black, I'm surpised this is still going. That is assuming this is the same Slayer, which I am saying it is. Now all we need is more writefaggorty and make this a full on Fanfiction shit.
>>317101 It's all the same Slayer; with the exception of the one with the Fem!Hunter, each little ficlet is meant to have have its own continuity in regards to their respective game. Same Slayer, same Chosen, same Bearer, same Hunter.
>>315588 Shanalotte sat by the bonfire, anxious and impatient as she waited for what felt like an eternity. It was strange just how much things had changed for her in the past couple of weeks for her, how she had once been mostly indifferent to the undead knight that traveled around Drangelic, collecting souls and slaying monsters, but now she felt it difficult for her to stand a moment without him. Now there was a desperate need in the deepest reaches of herself to have him here, with her. She rubbed her thighs together at the memories of the last time he had been her, how we ravaged her, making her wet and-
The smoke expanded from the fire, and when it cleared out he was standing there and she excitedly stood up to meet him. She tried to maintain her composure, but before she was even able to greet him he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the cliff and behind one of the large boulders. He pushed her down to her hands and knees, pushed her dress up to her waist and began to finger her already wet and heated core. Wanting to not draw attention to them, she muffled her mouth with her arm, but the only people who would be in range of this were Chloanne and Rosabeth, but they already knew their place in this arrangement.
He replaced his fingers with his cock and began to thrust into her, her cumming after the first few strokes, but she kept holding on. Relief overcame her as he felt his cum flood her as she came once more, he turned her over and pushed himself down her throat. Tasting herself on him she fingered her cum-soaked pussy into euphoria, until he came down her throat several times before pulling out, spending his seed across her face and bosom. Sighing happily she licked at her fingers, his cum delicious, and warm against her skin, even now she needed more, even as he was stroking himself and cumming once more, spending several more large thick ropes onto her skin. The mere feeling of the hot gobs was enough to make her cum once again.
When Adella took the oath of blood saint, she had sworn to use her body to help people in need, but the current situation was far beyond anything she could imagine. When The Hunt began, she was kidnapped by an unknown fiend, only to be rescued by a brave and noble hunter, who was kind enough to tell her of a haven where she could keep safe. Sadly, the other residents were filthy degenerates, each one worse than the last one, but she supposes that was the side affect for having a heart as kind as his. Oh how wonderful and kind he was, she devoted herself to him, more than happy to empty her veins should it ease his journey, even a little, but that was not the case, as she wanted it to be. Someone else had his attention, that vile, Cainhurst bastard child. How she loathed the woman, whose very existence was a mockery of everything she prided about herself. It burned her on the inside to see her even make on offer of her blood to the good hunter, her tainted blood. She needed to do something to save him from her, but the woman had sunken her claws into him, playing nice, seducing him down a corrupted path, and she grew desperate, no matter what. She debased herself, for his sake, trudging through whatever extents of debauchery it meant to save him, even this.
His hands were on her hips as she rode him, his cock moving in and out of her, bringing her wave after wave of pleasure, wishing it would never stop, but then a hand reached around from behind, cupping her breast while the other slid against her ass. Turning her head she met the lustful gaze of the whore, who pressed her lips against hers, and it made Adella feel sick to be this intimate with this woman, both naked. Arianna's hand raised up and placed itself against her cheek and the nun could not pull away from the kiss as the whore encouraged the hunter to pick up the pace. She loved him, hated her, wanted his affection, but the whore had taken it. She felt dirty with every touch,, but she needed to save him.
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