Out of left field arkos prompt but here we go. It's not a hundred percent accurate with Elden Ring lore but I think it's good enough. Read and Review, I'll have more updates soon, things have been absolutely hectic lately.
Long ago, in the time of Magic and Gods, there was once a Demi-Goddess renowned for her prowess in battle and alluring beauty. Her name was Pyrrha Malenia Nikos: the Demi-Goddess of War and Beauty. She was just, kind, fair and loving to the mortals below long ago. Until the schism ruptured the heavens, and the Demi-Gods began to fall, a long quelled curse surfaced from within Pyrrha after witnessing the horrors of the shattering turning her once gentle heart to that of rot.
Now she was known as the Goddess of Scarlet Rot.
She fought the other maddening Demi-Gods in the war that shook the lands between and tore the heavens asunder. Leaving few to remain upon the shattered earth. While other Demi-Gods bled and fell, she was undefeated. Her blade would cut down her opponents faster than they could draw, until she alone stood upon the tattered world with blade in hand.
Finding no peace or death, she retreated to the furthest reaches of the Erdtree, where she placed claim upon her 'Throne' and decreed to all a challenge. For anyone to dare face her in combat, and if they managed to defeat her, only then would they be known as the 'Elden Lord'.
Many had entered her domain, and subsequently vanquished upon the roots of the Erdtree. She sat upon the Elden Throne, waiting, hoping for a worthy challenge, for she hadn't had one since battling her half-brother Rendahn to a stalemate but alas, the curse of her Scarlet Rot left him a mindless beast that was a shell of his former self.
She looked up at the Erdtree as she sighed in melancholy. How many years had it been since the corruption she wondered. How many years since the Demi-Gods had fallen to the madness and lust for the remnants of the Elden Ring? Since she had battled her half-brother Rendahn? Has Tarnished defeated him? How much time had passed? Ten years? Twenty? Fifty? A hundred? It didn't matter to her, not any more at least. For she was destined to remain here beneath the roots of the Erdtree and defeat anyone dumb enough to face her.
"Destiny…is such a cruelty…" she muttered to herself as she looked up and saw a four man team, one with a mace, daggers, sword and a halberd. Cardin stood confident as he pointed his mace at the Fallen Demi-Goddess.
"Goddess of the Scarlet Rot! Today's the day you meet your match! For I am Cardin, leader of the CRDL's! Prepare yourself!" he yelled as he and his men readied their weapons.
Pyrrha sighed as she placed her helmet over her face and deployed her sword from her prosthetic arm and pointed it at the young tarnished. Not even gracing them with her voice. Her blade would do all the talking anyway.
"Get her!" Cardin yelled as he prepared to charge.
She dashed forward, faster than Cardin could even register and found himself thrown into the air, his men already thrown back by the force of her speed, as she thrust her blade up and stabbed the Arrogant Tarnished in the face, impaling him upon her blade.
The rest of Team CRDL stared with wide eyes as their leader was defeated so swiftly and easily. She turned her head to them as they quickly ran from her in fear as she shook her head as they disappeared behind the veil of her domain.
"...Pointless…" she muttered as she threw his corpse from her blade.
Outside of the capital, a lone figure walked slowly up the steps to the Elden throne, a katana in each hand: one of blood while the other ice, as he gripped them tight.
'My hands…they're shaking….and I thought defeating Rendahn would've bolstered my confidence…no matter….this is the final step, I have the runes to mend the Elden Ring, I need to become Elden Lord.' the young Tarnished thought as he looked upon the Erdtree.
His name was Jaune Arc, one of the newest of the Tarnished (Aside from Ruby Rose Loux, Warrior) and had already made a name for himself. He had defeated Morgott the omen king, conquered Loretta Knight of the Haligtree, Vanquished Maliketh of the black blade and just recently felled the Dreaded General Rendahn. He made it to the top of the steps, the Jar helm his dear friend Ironfist Alexander had given him secured firmly atop his head and through the narrow slits of the protective helm, his eyes rested on the Demi-Goddess sitting upon the throne.
Jaune nearly did a double take at the sight of the Goddess of Rot. Despite the Rot robbing her of her right arm and lower parts of her legs, her emerald eyes stayed strong glowing like gems. Her blood red hair befitting that of her title as Goddess of Rot, she slowly donned her helm and fully turned to him.
"So another comes to face me…it would be wiser if you were to turn and go back…but none of you ever listen…very well…I am Pyrrha Malenia Nikos…the Blade of…" only to jolt suddenly upon more closely looking at him. "What…are you wearing?" She spoke in complete bewilderment and Jaune tilted his head.
"Um…what do you mean? This is my battle attire!" he defended himself as he stood before her. Pyrrha's mouth was agape and though her helm hid it, the blush across her face was vibrant and full.
"You're nearly naked!"
"Yes…And?" he asked like it was the easiest question in the land between.
"H-h-h-how are you supposed to fight like that?!"
"I'm very good at dodging," he said with a shrug as the Goddess of Rot shook her head rapidly.
"T-t-there are plenty of light armors and clothing that can at the least cover you up!" she proclaimed while covering up her eyes.
'Why….why am I feeling so embarrassed?! I've slain hundreds if not thousands of Tarnished so why am I acting so strangely?!' she thought to herself before peeking back at his body in nothing but a pot and loincloth.
'Although…If his body is that toned I wonder how he looks without that helm - gah! Enough gawking! I need to focus! So let's test his mettle - and stop staring at his crotch!' she then coughed into her hand to regain her composure.
"A-as I was saying earlier, I am Pyrrha Melania Nikos, the Blade of the Fallen, Goddess of the Scarlet Rot…" she deployed her blade and pointed it at the young Tarnished.
"And I have never known defeat…." she spoke with not confidence, but fact.
"Well, I'm about to change that." he said as held his two katana's in hand and got ready for her attack.
Pyrrha sped forward as she expected an easy victory with one thrust from her blade, only for the young Tarnished to dodge her attack. Surprising, but nothing she couldn't handle, as she spun around with her blade and slashed at only air as Jaune once again dodged her attack.
She spun around and slashed at the pot wearing man, her blade moving faster than the eye could see. But still he managed to evade her.
'He's surviving longer than most…' she thought as she took her stance and positioned her blade towards her foe. 'But in the end they all fall the same…' she thought as she sped towards her foe, only for her to miss as he slashed at her back. She stumbled forward slightly as she regained her balance and pointed her sword towards Jaune.
This was a first, for none since her battle with her brother Rendahn had someone actually manage to land a hit on her. But she brushed it from her mind, as she charged forward her blade leaving trails of wind in its wake as she slashed, sliced and tore at the young tarnished. Only for her blade to miss again and again.
'This is…most curious? How is he able to anticipate my every move?' she thought as Jaune stood a small difference from her. 'Does that pot really make it easier for him to dodge? How can he evade every strike I attempt no matter how quickly I attack?' she thought before her eyes drifted to his loincloth.
'GAH again?! He's…he's driving me crazy….'
Jaune panted lightly, while flourishing his blades. 'Okay, she is tough, I can see why others have avoided her for a while. But I can't stop! I need that Rune!' he thought before he noticed her boobs jiggle.
'...but why does he/she have to look so hot!' they both thought at the same time.
"You're….you're the only one…"
"I'm the only, what?" She swallowed, moving a strand of her hair.
"The only one to last this long against me...other than my brother. You are just a tarnished and he was a Demi-God….tell me your name." Jaune blinked holding his blades to his sides.
"I am Jaune Arc, Tarnished warrior guided by the light of grace and claimer of Rendahn and Morgotts great runes." Pyrrha smiled at his achievements letting out a laugh of joy.
"You vanquished my brother Rendahn, he was the only one to ever fight me to a standstill. There was never a clear winner between us in our duel. He was magnificent and I thought I'd never relish a battle like that ever again….until now…." She removed her helm, the golden piece of metal clanging onto the ground.
Her red hair spread out like flames as they swirled around her form. "But now it is time for this game to end…" her hair suddenly wrapped around her, shaping into the form of an unbloomed rose, until the hair unfurled in a glowing bloom and she stood before the tarnished warrior.
Her form now completely naked, baring the Scarlet Rot covering her breasts and nether regions.
"You will now witness true horror."
'HORROR?! I'M TURNED ON AS FUCK RIGHT NOW NOT HORRIFIED!'
She charged at him so quickly he narrowly dodged her first strike, the blade grazing his chest letting a thin stream of blood drip down his skin. Jaune two handed his blood red katana leveling it in a stance and as she pursued at him once again, he unleashes his weapon art. The lengthened streams of blood that seemingly tripled his sword's striking range hit Pyrrha multiple times forcing her to a knee reeling. Jaune drew his other katana dual wielding again and struck her once more but she recovered quicker than he anticipated, ripping her blade upwards chipping his beloved jar helm letting her see his deep blue eye hidden behind the mighty helm.
"Your eyes, they radiate strength. I will relish the moment when they are filled with despair."
'They're stunning….his swordplay superb…..I'll remember his name for eternity…I wonder how firm his abs are-STOP! NO MORE THOUGHTS LIKE THAT!'
She leaped into the air, ready to perform her fated waterfowl dance fully prepared to end the fight, only for Arc to throw a freezing pot on her knocking her out of the air. She fell to the ground hard, giving Jaune his golden opportunity, stabbing his blades into her wings and gripping her wrists tightly, keeping his body on top of hers.
Pyrrha looked up at him, her emerald eyes remained defiant yet had softened. Jaune panted looking right at her then looked down at her perfect form.
'Fuck…fuck…fuck fuck fuck….focus Jaune, you need to end this…end it and become the Elden lord! But…but maybe…maybe I…I want something else…'
"Your strength, extraordinary...The mark...of a true Lord. Before you end me, let me see your face, brave Tarnished…" Jaune swallowed and let go of her wrists, she reached up and slowly lifted his helm gently placing it on the ground next to her. He looked right back at her, his face lightly scarred but rugged and sharp, eyes blue as the ocean waters by the weeping peninsula.
"You are…a handsome warrior….I'm glad that I had the chance to see the face of the Tarnished who defeated me." She closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. A few moments passed and Pyrrha's eyes shot open and she let out a gasped moan looking down at her chest witnessing Jaune Arc latch his mouth around her breast, a light golden aura radiating off of him.
"Wh-what are you doing? R-release your mouth f-from my breast imme-AHH!" Jaune groped her other breast, his hands completely encompassed by her massive bust, reaching lower with his opposite hand gently rubbing her freshly slickened folds with his calloused fingers. Pyrrha arched her back letting out breathy moans looking on as his golden aura started to glow even brighter.
'What….what is this aura radiating from him? It's…it's soothing to me….warm…it reminds me of….my time before becoming the goddess of rot…'
She looked down as he sucked on her breast with great fervor rolling her nipple between his teeth lapping and rolling at it with his tongue. His aura started to envelop her and miraculously, the parts of rot that covered her body receded, her golden prosthetic arm fell off and out of thin air her once lost limb returned. The rot evaporated from her skin, the rest of her limbs lost to the accursed affliction materialized onto her body.
"How?"
Jaune unlatched himself from Pyrrha's breast panting looking into her eyes.
"I…I don't know….but I…have been trying to create a new incantation….specifically to combat the rot. Looks like it did more than that." Jaune swallowed as she reached with her returned hand brushing his cheek, rubbing it affectionately.
"You…cured me….you ridded me of the scarlet rot…." She slid her hand around the back of his head and pulled him abruptly to her lips. Jaune let out a muffled yelp but settled into the kiss rubbing his hands up and down her body, the smoothness of her skin lighting his urges aflame. Jaune ground his barely concealed cock against her completely bare pussy, dripping with her juices, she moaned into his mouth tugging down his loincloth freeing his thick Tarnished cock.
Pyrrha jerked his dick a few times with her reformed hand, her fingers couldn't touch all the way around his girth. He bucked under her grasp not removing himself from her delicious lips, Pyrrha guided his head to her opening breaking away from their lip lock staring up at his ocean eyes.
"Take me Jaune Arc, take my maidenhood…" Pyrrha whispered huskily.
Jaune took in a breath before pushing his head between her folds, slowly inching further and further, pyrrha was trembling as he continued to fill her pussy breaking through her hymen and stuffing her womb tightly with his cock. Blood leaked down the edges of her pussy but Pyrrha revealed in the pain, gasping when Jaune pushed in and out of her for the first motion. Her hips bucked into his, their fierce fucking echoing around them in hard meaty slaps of their flesh hitting each other. Jaune slammed his cock into Pyrrha, her walls gripping him with a tightness he'd never experienced ever before.
Jaune's eyes seemed to glaze over with lust, suddenly pulling out of Pyrrha and flipping her around doggy style forcing a few fingers in her mouth and gripping her arm ramming into her from behind pounding her perfect round ass. He leaned forward latching onto her neck sucking on it making Pyrrha let out muffled gasps and moans, drooling all over his fingers.
" Fill meee wit your sheeedd!" Pyrrha's muffled words were music to Jaune's ears and it was all that was needed to send him over the edge. He removed both his hands and slammed them down onto her ass leaving angry red welt handprints, plunging in and out of her faster and faster before finally letting out a loud groan and releasing his cum inside her, the gooey spunk exploded with such volume her stomach slightly bulged and cum pooled at her feet, spraying all over Pyrrha's ass.
"T-The Mark of a True Lord…" Pyrrha moaned as she collapsed onto her knees, her eyes rolled into her head and her tongue wagging out from the pleasure. When she finally managed to control herself, she turned to Jane as she bowed down to him in what many would know as the Dogeza Bow, head low and ass in the air as the red and marks glowed upon her perfect ass.
"I finally met my match, please allow me to be by your side oh Elden Lord," she said as she pledged herself to the new Elden Lord. Jaune looked a little stunned before he knelt down and lifted her head to face him.
"I accept your offer, but only if it is as my wife?" he asked her as she flushed red but nodded with a happy smile on her face, one she had not had in centuries.
Legend says that after the Tarnished Warrior Jaune Arc defeated and bred the demi-goddess, whom he took her on as his wife and brought peace to the land between.
Meanwhile Ranni sat waiting for the young tarnished to finally bring her the items she needed.
"...What is taking thy Tarnished so long?" she asked while checking a watch on her wrist.