You could feel it, the burning inside your very soul long before you ever saw the fire, the smell of ash and soot pouring out your body with each step you took, the metal that was at the jolt of your blade burning at what flesh remained in your hands, the leather that once was attached to it long seared away. You knew once you woke up you would not be the man you once was, your broken and rotting corpse being still inside of your armour and left to the maggots and filth to devour but the fire soon turned them to cinder as you started your journey. You looked upon yourself as you walked, your vines turned into igneous rocks that glowed a bright orange, what remained of your flesh having an intense but not painful burning inside of it. What remained of your face was something that you had never intended to look at, nor will you ever will, the man you had died long ago for you were rekindled as the champion of ash.
It had seemed that the other dead had risen as well, mummified dogs which were nothing but clattering bones and thin skin stalking you as you wondered, looking for what they thought was their next meal. Your blade hand cleaved them to pieces as soon as they attacked, the hounds so rotten that they did not have the power to squeal no longer, the look in their empty eye sockets viewing into a reflection of your own world as you walked away from the corpses. The wardens of the graves and their gaunt complexions tried to stop you as well as lizards dragged from the depths with blue crystals stuck upon their back and into their spines but they fell as well, your soul now burning upon something other than itself: Rage.
You eventually reached the end of the graveyard where a warrior stood in front of you kneeling, a coiled sword laying in front of him, your embers of hands picking it up which was when he had awoken. His name was Iudex Gundar but the rest of what was known about the hulking man in armour was forgotten, left to rot and decay like all else that laid inside of the cemetery. He grabbed a hold of his bardiche and swung it upon your body, his limbs cracking and clicking at uncomfortable angles. As the fight began between you and him, you could not help but feel a sense of meeting the warrior before but that was quickly shaken away from you as you cleaved at his armour to the point a sickening sound echoed from behind his armour.
Soon a massive black thing came from his body, indescribable in shape and form but something about it made you disgusted within you, the urge to kill the creature wearing a warriors skin intensifying more and more. Eventually, you got to relive that urge, plunging the blade deep into the chest and killing it, the blood burning off your blade as you walked away from the warrior's body. You then walked into a shrine known as firelink, all the faces inside alien to you as they spoke and pleaded for your help. You knew it wouldn’t matter, either way, they were all doomed here but you still humoured them, your footsteps searing into the ground as you went into the high wall of lothric.
If the graveyard was home to many undead then this place was to be festering with them, mummified corpses of knights and assassins littering the various walls and floors of the area. They were easy enough to reap, their armour and flesh thin and cheap, allowing you to cleave them to pieces with a few Well placed sword strikes but there were challenges inside of this place. So,e of those hollow, Emma that you could cut down were infected with the same pus that infected the warrior you had killed, sometimes exploding out of the s peanut corpse in order to slay you but you were able to kill that had no soul and no drive behind its strikes other than a primal, resting urge to infect and kill.
Knights, hideous abomination and other foul creatures met their end to your blade but the creatures that Interested you the most were the ones with names, the one with stories behind their long lives. One you had meant within the high wall itself, known to you as Vordt of the Boreal Valley, a man that had been twisted and warped into a horrific dog-like creature, the mace in his hand soon dropping once you had slit his throat. Another creature that you had faced was the rotting Greatwood, a monstrosity that was an ever-winding web of twigs and branches but as every single being and every child knew, fire often scorches wood.
Now you were back at the high wall yet again, several lords of cinder slew, their blood staining your armour as you walked to Emma, the high priestess to tell her that you had done what you had intended to all of those years ago. As such, she allowed you passage into the lothric castle, bringing you ever closer to the soul of cinder his flame you would cut with your sword and then squash underneath your metal heel. However, as you had turned your back from her she cried for you to give you a warning of what lies behind the door she was guarding, hearing a story about a woman who’s movements were so elegant and blades so deadly. You disarmed the woman by simply stating what you intended to do to what stood ahead of you, which was draining the blood via your sword and rip out her soul with your hands.
You walked the short distance to the room, the Dancer or the Boreal valley, grinding your blade against the ground and seeing sparks of heat come out of it as you reached the doors, pushing them open as you entered the arena. The room was expertly built, the pillars crafted to the finest linen and the arches built to perfection, a large stained glass window hanging over you, a blue light passing through the room and drowning it in shadows. Your eye looked around the room for a couple of seconds before affixing on a shadow that was plastered upon it, the limbs of the shadow moving through the air effortlessly in some kind of dance, your eyes soon glancing towards the source of the shadows which was the dancer herself.
The first thing that got your attention was the body type of the woman which was incredibly thin in nature, her body bending backwards at the hips as her arms and legs moved around her with ballerina-like precision. The limbs themselves were incredibly long as well, her arms being just about as big as your entire body, her legs making it so she towered over you. Her armour was just as elegant as her body, the metal having various patterns all over it, each limb connected with a plate of pure gold, what little you could see of her flesh being a dark blue. Her head was completely covered like the rest of her body, a piece of extremely thin blue fabric hanging down from her head and into her back, feeling in the small breeze the room had, her face shrouded in darkness with a flurry of metal bars covering it as well. She held two swords in her hand, the blades bent but not losing anything in terms of strength, one of the blades glowing a bright orange whilst the other glew an icy blue.
You stood watching her performance, with you finding yourself impressed with the way she moves in her armour, eventually wanting her to notice you, slashing the bottom of the ground, leaving a mark in the rock. The screeching sound that echoed out was enough to stop her in her tracks, placing both her feet into the ground as she packed her blades by her side. One of the blades ignited into a flame which highlighted the curves of her Lilith body whilst the others glow intensified, frost coming from it as she glides to you as elegantly as she danced, the opera of blades about to sing as you raised your own and ran towards her, her own blades catching yours in the air.
The room was now alight, not only with the fire upon her blades and your soul but also with the sounds of metal hitting metal, your mighty sword clashing with each strike that she had thrown at you. The strikes were elegant but they were not soft, the feeling of the creature's arms swinging down upon you making your entire body shake, your rotting body growing more and more tired by the second. You pushed your blade back when she swung down so that the flaming blade burnt at the hilt of the blade, with you twisting the blade which made her blade and her wrist twist as well, a quick swing flinging the blade onto one of the chiselled walls.
You watched the blade wedge deep into the wall, white pieces of rock flying out of it as the entire wall set on fire, placing you both in a much harsher light as she swung the freezing cold blade at you, with you catching it at the last second and promptly flinging it to the ground, a chill pushing across your feet as the woman fell to the ground as elegantly as she stood up. You walked towards the massive woman as her extravagant armour clanged against the ground, with you dragging your sword against the ground, a burning slit grafting the floor as you walked between her armours legs, putting your hand upon them and living your fingers across her thighs which, much to your shock, caused her to let out a moan.
You were taken aback by this for a second, looking into the woman’s face which was veiled by shadow, placing your blade at your back as you moved your hand to the other thigh, the wow,n letting out another sensual moan whilst flicking her feet up into the air. You continue Ed to rub your hands and less them against the armour, feeling as she moaned loudly and her arms grasped at the ground, with you taking your hands off her thighs and moving even closer to her hip bones. You placed your hands down upon the small bits of skin that were revealed to you, placing your armoured fingers down to feel soft and malleable it was to the touch, even louder moans escaping from her metal viel.
As you rubbed against her body with your hands you couldn’t help but notice that a waterfall of fluid was slowly beginning to erupt from underneath her crotch piece whilst a hardening sensation was growing inside your own. You moved one of your hands to the metal piece, hearing as the metal clicked off with a single touch, falling down to the ground with a loud clang. You now gazed upon the dancers pussy, seeking the surprisingly puffy lips practically drooling her pussy fluids, your fingers drifting and giving her pussy a slight rub which made her spasm out in pleasure, with it being clear that such a beautiful thing like her had been neglected for far too long.
You moved one of your hands away and reached for the bottom of your Armor, slowly unravelling the strings that kept each part together, various metal parts falling to the ground before you managed to get your member out of it. You member was surprisingly well intact but you weren't going to be complaining as you began to grind your cock against her pussy. You could hear her moaning out into the air, her feet pushing across the ground as she did so, her hands moving up and clutching hold of her body. You pulled your hips back into the air, feeling as your cock dripped with her fluids before you slammed inside of her pussy, both of you throwing your heads back in pleasure.
You moaned as you felt yourself get pushed deeper and deeper inside of her until your hips touched against hers, her pussy tightening against your cock as you rested your hands on her hips. You had to take a couple of seconds before you started moving your hips again, watching as she relished in the pleasure for a couple more seconds as you withdraw yourself from her pussy. You eventually managed to get it just your head was inside her after a couple of seconds which meant that you were just about to fall out of her before slamming it inside of her again, both of you moaning out as you positioned your hands on both sides of her hips.
You thrusted in and out of her body for a couple of minutes, be sure to go nice and slow against her, each twitch of her pussy being sensual in a way that you had never felt beforehand. You looked up to the woman to see that one of her long arms managed to sneak underneath her breastplate, the woman clearly playing with one of her breasts as you moved in and out of her. You bent your back over her body in order to move your hands over her some more, one of your hands resting on her toned stomach whilst the other hand moved underneath her armour and then onto one of her asscheeks, feeling her plump flesh against your hands, groping against it and making her moan even more.
With your new grip on her body, you began to thrust inside of her even faster than beforehand, deciding to give the woman what you really had and judging by her moans she really enjoyed what you had. You could hear the sounds of her legs wrapping around one enough and scraping them against one another as if she was trying to wrap herself around your back but not being able too due to your sighs. You were both moaning out loudly into the hallway, the fire that was covering one of the walls making your bodies, even more, highlighted then beforehand, the armour the both of you were wearing making the light refit off you both.
You could feel the sweat dripping off your body and either into the armour or onto the ground, the condensation from your breath being caught inside of your helmet as you gazed upon her head. You could see two faint orbs inside of the helmet, the orbs seemingly being eyes but not the rest of her face, the only thing that indicated she even had a mouth as the frosty looking breath came out from between the bars. One of her hands shouts out to grab a hold of you, her grip being firm yet soft against your body as her other hand grasps and pushes at her breasts, pushing her finger against her nipple in the process.
Your hips began to go into a blind fury as you felt your cock begin to throb inside of her, pushing against her walls as you moaned loudly, the fire of lust burning even stronger now. You could feel that she was about to orgasm as well, her inner walls spasming more and more, getting more and more unequal and showing no sense of Rhythm to them. You felt the pressure at the end of your tip increase as well, the pressure getting harder to hold onto with each thrust before you slammed yourself all the way inside of her, hearing her practically scream out in pleasure as her pussy clamped around your cock, the giant woman beginning her orgasm.
The first wave of pussy fluids that came over your cock was all that it took to make you orgasm inside of her as well, the first shot of cum shooting out deep inside of her in the process. Every time a shot of cum went out your cock a shiver fell down your spine and with each wave of fluids that escaped her pussy made her body twitch in orgasmic pleasure. After about a minute or so of cumming inside of her your orgasm came to an end, the final couple shots pouring out of the tip as the final wave splashed against your loins, both of you nearly collapsing due to all of the energy that came out of you after your orgasm, clutching ahold of one of her legs to steady yourself.
After a minute or so you managed to pull yourself out of the woman, slowly placing your armour back onto your now limp cock, looking over the dancer as she lay before you, exhausted. However, you decided not to pull your blade from your back and slay her but instead step out of her legs and walk away, simply because you had no need to shed blood upon the cobble. You had made an ally in her tonight, an ally that made your soul burn with something else’s although you weren’t quite ready to admit it yet. Perhaps you had even made a lover with her but you would find that out later when you had finished your quest, but for all that stood opposed to you, you had but one warning.
Prepare to die.
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