Ashen blonde hair rolled in a braid, cascading down her shoulder. Pale cheeks, tender lips that were rosy despite her pallor. It was nothing the Ashen one hadn't noticed before, but his eyes found it hard to pull away as the ritual was completed. She smiled at him softly. "Link the fire, chosen one."
He nodded and took to the bonfire, casting a stray glance to his guide once more.
With closed eyes he focused his mind on the swamps, pressing his attention into the folds of the time-line, trying his best to commune with the coiled blade there and breech.
Her smile consumed his thoughts and he clenched a fist in annoyance as he shook his head, trying once more. This would not be an issue if Lothric wasn't inaccessible from Firelink, but he had to try.
He breathed deep and focused once more. This time a vision of her hips, their form so lightly holding the caress of her gown and letting it fall to the floor.
He fell back onto the ground and let his gaze scrape the ceiling of the ancient shrine. This wasn't working.
Footsteps made their way towards him and upside down he saw the fire keeper gazing at him. "Is something wrong, Ashen one? Usually you are well on your way." Concern laced her voice. Her fingers interlaced and she rocked on the balls of her feet, impatiently.
He sat up, shaking his head some and turning slightly to face her. She had knelt down next to him and reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. She was blind, he knew this, but somehow she was able to move and see in a way that he didn't understand.
"Tell me what I can do to help you, Ashen one." She offered. "I am here to aide your journey."
Those words sent a fire crawling up his chest, beneath his armor and garb, heating up the skin. His breeches hardly concealed the sudden bulge in his pants and he adjusted his legs to hide it better, his nervousness and embarrassment getting the better of him.
She pulled away for a moment before crawling around him and reaching out for his groin. "This?" She muttered, her fingertips caressing the bulge that was hiding behind the brown leather leggings.
He watched her work in firelight, bright glow dancing against her back and shadows cast on himself where her hands inspected. The sharp contrast drew out her hips and back through the gown, her voluptuous breasts hanging down, nearly touching his thighs. He let out a pained moan as she gave the bulge a harder squeeze.
A playful grin crept across her face with that. "Ashen one, you should have told me..." Her face was a light, lips shining as she leaned up and gripped the edges of her gown, pulling up and away.
The flesh that he saw was pale and beautiful, a compliment to her hair. Her thighs were revealed full and thick and a soft thin bush sat above her wound, gentle and tender as she. Then her stomach, a clutch of suggested muscle that rest just below a pair of beautiful and round breasts. If his member wasn't at attention before, it didn't evade him now.
She set the gown aside and adjusted her crown some before running her hands flat against the steel of his armor, fingertips riding the grooves in the plates, nails popping and resonating the subtle ring of metal. "Ashen one, show me your blade." She begged, her thumbs wrapping down as she curled her spine, brushing over the shaft beneath the leather.
It didn't take much convincing. The man worked his belts and got his flauds unlatched, pulling the wrap around and setting it to the side. Four buttons held down his member and the fire keeper reached down with her lips and began to undo them with her mouth.
The Ashen one felt himself nearing a climax just watching her.
Once the top of the shaft was poking out of the tight breeches she sighed and kissed it, her lips working into the man's soft pubic hair and then up his peeking abs. "Ashen one." She purred, kissing down his thigh, as much as she could, and then back to the back of the shaft.
One of her hands pushed its way down and around the thick muscle, pulling it out of its prison and then retrieving the hefty sack as well. She grinned at the thick mast, head glistening with pre, and parted her lips.
Strands of hot spit stretched from top to bottom and her pink tongue fell out just barely against her bottom lip, over her pristine teeth.
The head of the member was pressed to the center of the tongue and with a softl moan she pulled him into her mouth, tongue lapping against the bottom of the shaft.
The Ashen one's hands fell behind his back with his legs slightly spread. He panted through the helmet as suckling sounds filled the room, her head bobbing and hair scraping his still covered thighs. His fists tensed in the dirt, the gentle rattle of plate accompanying the movement.
She grinned against his cock.
With the tip of her tongue she started on the seam along the back of his member, pulling up to the head and suckling with her lips, massaging the underside of his swollen glans. Then she hardened the center of her tongue and rode down the shaft again, his veins bulging under the strain. A hand of hers made its way to his sizeable balls and took them in, thumb riding the ridges of his sack and then slowly jostling them in a circular fashion, fingertips pressing near the base of his rod and pulling down.
He panted harder, leaning back, chest heaving. There was a tightness forming in his groin and abdomen that he couldn't control, his head swimming with ecstasy as he looked down at the woman servicing his tool.
She felt it too. "Do not be afraid Ashen one." She purred, opening her mouth and gripping his cock with her free hand, one still working his swollen sack. The tip of her tongue flicked against the tip of his head on each stroke, licking away the now flowing pre.
He felt his crotch sieze, nothing could stop the climax and he moaned loudly, echoing off the walls.
She gasped some as hot cum erupted from the head and spilled out in thick, stringy gouts that coated her lips and teeth, some even managing to fall down her chin and onto the dusty floor. "Yes." She purred, kissing the head and sucking the slit so that it was clean of seed.
She leaned back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing what she had managed to catch. "I hope that helps, Ashen one."
The man shakily nodded, sitting up as best he could and getting back to the bonfire as she rose and dressed, stepping away and wiping the cum off her hand on her gowns.
His mind was much clearer now and he closed his eyes focusing, feeling his mind slip into the veil before suddenly emerging in a fit of energy and heat.
He opened them.
He was back in Firelink Shrine.
Confusion stirred and he looked around the fire keeper was standing up and making her way towards him. "Is something wrong, Ashen one? Usually you are well on your way."
He blinked and felt a pressure, very familiar, growing in his loins. Something had happened.
She leaned down and rest a hand on his shoulder, carefully. "Tell me what I can do to help you, Ashen one. I am here to aide your journey."
He wet his lips nervously.