Disclaimer: I don't own dark souls
Warning: Rated M for dark and sexual themes with a sprinkle of violence. Don't read if your a light hearted reader.
Another souls fic. Mainly just felt the necessity to post something today because of a weird personal belief in spiritual signs, so enjoy this random one shot.
In the cold snowy world within the painting, a young warrior with black hair and amber eyes stood clad in leather armor while equipped with his trusty axe as he approached the end of it all.
Haisha stood before the bridge leading back home with an infuriated scowl across his face as the snowy winds took a toll on his comfort.
"Huhh... let's just do this."
With an exasperated sigh he took off across the bridge while running past every hollow that tried to strike.
The proud and gallant Tower Knight at the end tried to scewer him only only for Haisha to evade with minimal difficulty.
"Your a millions years away from ever being able to hit me slow poke!" He yelled out while sticking his tongue out in an insolent manner.
It wasn't long before he finally made it through the fog door where he'd returned to upon death many times... only to face her again.
Crossbreed Priscilla turned to look over her shoulder with an indifferent and uncaring expression.
"You never learn and you never give up. What is it gonna take to get you to understand? You can leave, go back to your world."
Haisha grimaced while facing the soft and adorable looking jailer with nothing but contempt as he gripped his axe.
"I thought I made myself clear. I won't leave until I have defeated you in combat."
Priscilla grimaced at the man's stance as she turned to face him while readying her gigantic scythe as she cut through the air itself.
"Strength. Speed. Technique. Endurance. Intelligence. I am your incomprehensible superior in every single one of those aspects. I have proven this time and time again."
Haisha gripped his axe with a unhinged smile across his face. He almost seemed to revel in the violence.
"Do you want to know why I constantly insist on trying to kill you?"
With the speed of a galloping horse the undead warrior closed the distance while jumping high into the air to strike.
As he landed where she once stood Priscilla had effortlessly parried his attack with a look of boredom.
"It isn't because I'm sadist, or cause I hate you, or because I want to bring your world to ruin... it's because your strong. I have faced down every challenge thrown my way along this journey and now I stand before you!"
Haisha swung his axe left and right with a gleeful smile while Priscilla deflected each swing while observantly backing away.
They'd done this dance hundreds upon hundreds of times. The undead showed his aggressive and bloodthirsty battle style only to be met with Priscilla's graceful dance of defense.
"Ahh, I see. A proud and tenacious warrior is it? Well. It is comforting to know your actions are devoid of truly evil intention. That being said..."
In the span of a second Priscilla had to turned his momentum against him and broken his guard like a twig before turning her scythe upside down and plunging it into the bottom corner of his stomach.
"Defeating me in combat is nothing more than a dream. You ought to just take the plunge down that plank and leave as I suggested."
Haisha coughed up some blood while wincing in shock as she lifted him up and flung him over her head before slamming his now bleeding form into the snowy ground.
Priscilla leaned down and tossed his axe away while looking down into his shocked and horrified eyes.
"Or you could continue this futile dance. I assure you that it will end in ultimate failure. Your spirit will break and your purpose will fade as you are left trapped and hollowed in my painted world for eternity... After that, you will truly belong here."
With a calm expression Priscilla leaned away from him while gripping her scythe with both hands as she wrapped her soft and scale covered tail around his calf to keep him still.
'Dammit all... I... failed again. We have fought approximately 438 times and I haven't even touched her.'
As Haisha's vision started to fade he was suddenly and abruptly forced back into peak awareness as immeasurable pain and adrenaline coursed through his body.
He looked to see Priscilla narrowing her eyes while wiggling her body around with a sense of deep concentration.
"Gotta get this right, I'm rather unfond of sloppy work."
He grunted in agony as the gigantic woman yanked her scythe forward, effectively widening the giant gash in his stomach.
"J-just... k-k-ki...ll... me..."
His vision turned red as he felt the end coming near... and with it very ounce of pain.
"What do you think I'm doing silly?"
While letting out an amused giggle Priscilla ripped the hole open further as her lovely scythe now rubbed against his rib cage.
With a hole across his stomach the man couldn't even form the words to express the unrelenting pain that he felt.
Priscilla pushed the scythe forward yet again as her superior strength and high quality weapon permitted her to cut through his bones and lung like a knife through warm butter.
It was at that moment that Haisha finally succumbed to his injuries as he was relieved of his suffering.
His opponent wasn't done though, Priscilla repositioned herself to his top half to get some better leverage.
"One more oughta do it..."
With one final yank, she cut his heart in two while pulling the scythe out and wiping the blood off before stepping back to admire her handy work.
From his stomach to his shoulder his body was barely held together while intestines threatened to spill out and bones were broken into the bits and pieces as his blood oozed all over the snowy floor.
"I really am quite the artist."
It almost felt like a nightmare. Haisha shot up while screaming as visions of his death defiled his thought process.
He looked around while sweating and panting and noticed that he'd once again woken up by the bonfire.
The undead warrior was quick to reach for his weapon and charge back towards the arena only to groan in confusion as he shifted his hand around in the snow to feel out the handle.
"Must've been lost in the battle... again."
While rather annoyed, he pulled out the bottomless box and shoved his arm balls deep while rummaging through the junk for a solid two minutes straight.
"There it is."
With a triumphant and proud smile he pulled out another bland and identical looking axe that had no unique or special traits whatsoever.
He turned to continue forward only to recall her previous words as his determined expression was replaced with doubt.
'Should I... leave... It's true... I have faced every challenge before and prevailed... but... She is well and truly in a league of her own. Incomparable to every foe I've ever felled.'
Haisha stepped forward while looking up with a teary eyed and conflicted expression.
'Is it truly futile?'
The wind blew past him causing the man to shudder from the vexing cold, seconds later his eyes lit in realization as he watched his tattered cape blow through the wind.
"That's it!"
A few minutes later he passed through the fog with the same confident expression he so often faced her with.
"Back for more I see."
Not wasting any time with formalities he charged forward while swinging his axe like a true madman.
As always though, Priscilla deflected every strike with elegance and beauty.
"This again? No matter how passionate or energetic you get, you'll never break through my perfect defense."
With a sly smirk he weaved to the side as soon as she brought her scythe down.
"Care to test that theory!"
In the following moments Priscilla's eyes widened in shock and surprise as he threw his black and ragged cloak in her face.
Priscilla growled in anger while tearing the cloak from her obscured vision only to look on in surprise as her target disappeared.
Her eyes gravitated towards the side as for the first time ever, she felt genuinely threatened by the warrior.
She desperately tried to block his incoming strike, but it was too late to defend. He had already broken through her stance.
"Aauuhhh!!!"
Priscilla fell to the ground as he buried his axe halfway deep into her lower neck while also shattering her very collar bone, effectively drawing blood for the first time.
The warriors eyes widened in shock as he half expected to fail in such a poorly planned, desperate, and outright risky maneuver. But here she lay underneath his bloody blade as her scythe was trapped beneath their bodies.
'I did it! I hit her! And it was a lethal blow no less!'
Sure enough, the woman had stopped moving completely. Her eyes were closed and it seemed as though he'd finally killed her after months of failed attempts.
Haisha couldn't help but blush a little though as he noticed the position he was in.
While he did manage to bury his axe into her neck, it came at the price of inadvertently having his lips land against her own in an accidental kiss.
'I should leave now. There is nothing more to be gained from this cold and desolate world.'
The man pushed himself off of her soft and immobile corpse and proceeded to reach down to retrieve his weapon. Although, he couldn't help but freeze in disbelief as he felt something wrap around his wrist.
"Alright, now your never leaving."
Crossbreed Priscilla's eyes shot open in an instant as she sat up with an arrogant and condescending smirk.
"But how! I cut right through your neck. Even if you survived, you should have been paralyzed by that attack."
As she firmly held his wrist in her hand, the woman casually pulled the axe out of her neck as Haisha watched in horror as the once seemingly fatal womb started to rapidly close while scales grew over it.
"Fool. I commend you for actually landing an attack, but if your gonna kill a dragonoid then you must be cruel and thorough... At any rate that window of opportunity is now closed."
While Haisha found himself unwillingly sitting in her lap with his wrist bound and his weapon disarmed the warrior could only lament his own weakness as he failed to break free of her binding.
"I am at your mercy... just kill me again." He said dejectedly.
He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. One of Crossbreed Priscilla's most terrifying personality traits was her casual indifference to torture. Something he'd grown accustomed to with every death. He knew that she knew she could make it quick... but she never did.
"Mmnnph?!"
Haisha's eyes widened in horror and disgust as he felt her pressing her soft lips against his own.
Priscilla's cold glare had softened as he saw a warmth and vulnerability in her gaze like nothing she'd ever expressed.
As his disgust boiled over, Haisha immediately began to struggle and wiggle around while doing everything he can to escape from the kiss.
Eventually he managed to pull away from her lips only to have Priscilla's free hand grab the back of his head and force him back into it.
'What is she doing?! I don't like this!'
The man's eyes widened in shock as Priscilla moaned into his mouth while pushing her tongue deep into his throat.
For what felt like the longest time, the gigantic woman continued to lewdly violate his mouth
before eventually letting go while leaving him panting and blushing in shock from what had just happened.
"W-what... the fuck?!"
Priscilla soon set the man on the ground while sending him a flirtatious wink as she proceeded to undress in front of him.
Haisha continued to stare in disbelief as she soon completely derobed and set her soft and fluffy coat on the ground.
"Lay down on my coat, it'll keep our bodies warm as we mate."
The young warrior's confusion soon turned to rage as he stood up while clearly not being very amused by this joke.
"I came here to prosper in an exhilarating battle! Nothing More! Nothing Less! Now put your clothes on and kill me so we can go another round once I'm prepared!"
Priscilla merely looked at the man with a sly smirk as she started to shrink until she was only eight feet tall in comparison to his six foot height.
"Should have thought about that before you kissed me. Cause now I'm more interested in loving than fighting."
Haisha seethed in rage while looking over at his bloody and discarded axe. As quick as he could he rolled over and grabbed it.
"All I've known since I escaped the asylum. And even before that... was to fight. The way of battle is my entire life!"
Priscilla continued to stare at the man in intrigue as she caught his wrist before he could try and pull off another jump attack. From there, she disarmed him easily before gently pushing him onto her coat.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but your life's about to change."
With a lust filled and eager grin the promiscuous woman started to undo his armor while regularly pushing away his obstinate hands as he continued to resist at every moment.
In time she managed to pull off the top half of his armor and admired his muscular and slightly scarred body.
Haisha shuddered as he felt a heavenly softness brush against his back.
"Its gonna be ok, I won't hurt you." Priscilla said in a soothing voice.
He growled in anger upon hearing that and desperately tried to push her away so he could grab his weapon and continue the fight, at this point accepting another warrior like death seemed out of the picture so might as well continue fighting.
Priscilla calmly grabbed his wrists and leaned into him while waiting for him to tucker out.
Eventually his resistance weakened, although his defiance remained as he hatefully looked into the woman's eyes.
"Finally ready to have some fun together?"
There was no response other than hateful glares and ragged breathing as he slumped against the coat.
Noting his lack of resistance, Priscilla reached down and started to undo his pants while looking him in the eye.
"Wait! Do-"
She cut him off with another kiss while resting her soft watermelon sized breasts against his heaving chest.
Soon enough, she'd rendered him completely naked and wrapped her hand around his now exposed cock where she proceeded to lewdly pump it much to the young warrior's horror.
Even as the snowy winds blew, her body and even his were somehow warm, almost like sitting by the fire. Which only confused him more.
'By all logic, we should be freezing right now... Fuck! I haven't felt this warm even once since I was trapped in this horrid world.'
As she continued to get a feel for the man underneath her, Priscilla eventually parted lips where she started to place soft licks along his neck.
"Nnhh... S-stop..."
Priscilla continued to jerk him off while looking up in amusement at his feeble protests.
"Put your heart at ease. High level dragons can produce mind altering mating pheromones to help them groom an ideal mate, you may resist now... but, you'll soon want nothing more than to fill me with cum."
The young warrior shivered in horror at those words, it was unnerving to say the least.
Priscilla eyed the man's cock with great interest as she gave it a slow and prolonged lick across the side causing her prey to shudder. Soon after she had proceeded to sniff it as well.
"Hmm... What a nice cock. I can tell you are the type who despite always being clad in armor takes great pride in tending to every part of your body."
Haisha blushed furiously while desperately trying to push the vulgar yet calculated predator away.
"S-stop! D-dont smell it you freak!"
Priscilla tightened her grip on his thighs and closed her eyes in blissful appreciation as she enhaled the scent of his privates.
She soon opened her eyes and with a perverse smile she brought the tip to her lips all while looking the man dead in the eyes.
The woman shuddered in bliss as she took his cock into her mouth and proceeded to rub her tongue all along it in order to get a nice and thorough taste.
Haisha blushed and wriggled while desperately trying to break free as the immorality of this exchange mortified him to the core.
"L-let go!"
His pleas and protests fell on deaf ears as the woman continued to passionately suck on his now painfully throbbing cock.
Time passed and he continued to stare at the dragon hybrid in shock. It was sickening really, the way she managed to carry herself like a graceful professional while still retaining a disgusting look of heavenly bliss in her eyes.
Priscilla moaned while starting to suck even harder and faster while her pussy leaked from the sheer intensity of desire coursing through her warm and soft body.
As she continued, Priscilla didn't fail to notice his rod throbbing even harder as his breathing had griwn even more erratic and uneven, it was clear to her that he was nearing his end.
"Hah... Hah... Aauuhhh... Priscilla! No!"
The giant woman felt her heart skip a beat as she continued to violently suck on his fat throbbing cock until he involuntarily jerked his head back and bucked his hips forward effectively cumming hard within her mouth.
Priscilla blushed a little from the thickness of his seed but eagerly began swallowing it and cleaning his now dirty cock.
Haisha's vision blurred as he leaned back while heaving in exhaustion as her lewd slurping noises penetrated his mind.
A moment later she seperated from his cock with a wet pop and leaned up with an approving grin.
"I can tell you haven't had any action in a minute."
He meekly and shakily looked down with a terrified expression only to see Priscilla calmly staring up at him with a relaxed and smug look in her eyes.
"P-please... just... kill me already. This is undignified and disturbingly lacking in hostility." The man desperately asked of her.
Priscilla lightly chuckled at the prospect while leaning up and pushing breasts onto his thighs.
"But you have such a beautiful cock, I want to make a baby with it."
Haisha moaned and shuddered as she wrapped her soft and gigantic breasts around his still painfully erect cock.
He looked down in horror as he saw that even as big as her boobs were, his cock was still well endowed enough to barely be able to poke out of her chest.
Priscilla flashed him a flirtatious grin before pushing her mounds together causing a heavenly sensation to flow through the young warrior's body.
"Nnhh... Let me go."
With an excited look in her eye the woman started to push her breasts up and down while tenderly massaging the shaft.
She then further proceeded to teasingly lick the tip every time it poked out of her bosom while savoring the man's moans and squirming.
"Mmnn... Good boy. Just relax and let me take care of everything." She said in a calm soothing voice.
As time went on Haisha eventually fixated on the sight of her tits wrapped around his lusting cock as he felt himself losing his mind from the intensity of the pleasure.
'Oh god... this feeling... it's unbearable.'
While still smiling the woman tightened her breasts around his aching cock even more causing him to muffle a pleasure filled scream as his hips instinctively thrust forward in a desperate attempt to weaken the intensity of the mind shattering pleasure.
"Hehe... your so cute when your like this."
Haisha writhed in pleasure filled agony while desperately trying to stifle the undignified sounds he was making as he felt himself near the edge yet again.
Priscilla could see him approaching his limit too and started fucking his cock even harder with her lovely tits.
"Don't try and fight this, your all mine now and I'm never letting go."
With one final squeeze the man ceased up before falling back into her infectiously warm coat as his cum shot all over the giant woman's face and breasts.
Priscilla cooed out in approval as she stretched her monstrously long and pointy tongue out to clean up all of his seed.
After some time she'd cleaned herself up while swallowing the last of his cum, she moved back up and layed by his side with a smug grin.
As Haisha collected his wits he felt his anxiety rise in the calm yet very ill intentioned presence of the dragonian woman.
His eyes gravitated towards his discarded armor and axe, but something felt wrong, broken within him. He soon looked further beyond towards the plank and a previously nonexistent sense of longing welled up inside him.
He jumped up, fully intent on closing the distance between him and the plank that led back home.
"Uurrhh?!"
He didn't even get off the coat.
With a confused look he turned to see Priscilla's tail wrapped around his ankle while she herself was smugly laying on her side with her face leaning against her hand.
"Please Wait! I'm so sorry for coming here! I'm sorry for wanting to fight and kill you! I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused in this world! Just let me leave... and I promise... you'll never see me again..."
Tears fell from the young warrior's eyes as he poured his heart out in a desperate and not very thought out attempt to appeal to her kinder nature.
Priscilla's eyes widened in shock at the outburst, seconds later she'd adopt a somber expression as she gently pulled the man into her arms.
"No... I am the one who should be apologizing."
Haisha shivered in disgust as his cock pressed against her sopping wet pussy and he tried to break free of her grip.
"It was wrong to draw this out to the point of imparting despair upon you. I should have divested you of your innocence long ago."
As her guilt ridden look faded, the now calmer woman slowly pushed him inside of her while ignoring every move he made in service of resistance.
She wiped the tears away and pushed him face first into her big soft tits while letting out a moan of pleasure.
For the longest time Haisha tried to pull out of her while she held him firmly in her embrace. It was futile though, she'd proven time and time again to boast superior strength and now she held him in a particularly clingy manner.
"L-let... hah...ahh... Go."
The man struggled between breaths as she held him firmly between her bosom.
"Never."
Wet and slimy gushing noises could be heard as the giant woman cooed out in approval while cumming on his throbbing meat.
"You fit inside like a glove my dear. We'll have to try having sex while I'm at my full size too at some point in time."
At this point Haisha was finding it difficult to breath as he warily looked up at the adoring face of Priscilla.
'Every part of her... is really soft... No one has ever looked at me with such adoration before.'
Priscilla didn't fail to notice his viscous glare start to soften as his resistance started to subside over time.
Her warm yet domineering glare met his confused and uncertain eyes as her grip on him softened.
"You poor boy. Your entire life up until now has been comprised solely of war and strife. It has hardened your soul... but in turn... left you forever a stranger to love and pleasure... and now that you have seen both, you don't even know how to respond."
Haisha's eyes lit up in pain and remorse as she mentioned such a thing. He recalled the battles he fought and just how different this experience truly was.
He shuddered in confusion though as Priscilla gently carressed his head and he had to fight the instinct to submit.
"I will teach you what it means to be cherished."
The man blushed while grimacing in embarrassment from the sheer gentleness of her demeanor.
"Nooo... I don't want that..."
Priscilla giggled while grabbing the man's hips and proceeding to guide him in and out of her lusting pussy.
"Still being obstinate I see. Well, don't worry about a thing. You will come around in time, count on it my dear."
Haisha groaned and squirmed as the giant woman thrust him in and out while savoring the warmth of his breeding organ.
'Dammit... It feels sooo... uuhhh.'
The young warrior subconsciously relaxed within Priscilla's embrace and started to slowly and unknowingly thrust his hips back into her guiding movements.
Priscilla cooed out in approval while closing her eyes in relaxation as he started to slowly get more into even if he wasn't fully enchanted by her feminine body quite yet.
"Mmnn... T-thats good, take your time. We have plenty of it afterall."
Haisha continued to writhe and moan as his vision blurred and his mind was overwhelmed by lust for the creature he'd come to slay.
'Mmnn... ca... nt... think... stra... ight.'
Priscilla held him tighter while savoring the feeling of him bucking his hips into her horny dragon pussy.
No longer in his right mind, Haisha started speed up his thrusting while heaving and blushing as he finally started to give in.
"Ooohhh Fuck! Mmnn... t-thats nice..."
Priscilla moaned and twitched while keeping his head locked against her soft breasts as her toes curled in delight.
As they continued mating Priscilla had lost a good bit of her composure in the midst of their loving exchange as Haisha's cock started to grow warmer while throbbing even more.
The young warrior started to slam his hips into her even faster while moaning out in lustful desire as he felt his orgasm coming.
With a scared and conflicted look in his eyes he stared deep into Priscilla's passionate gaze.
"Keep going, just let it happen..."
He started to calm down upon hearing her gentle voice and pushed his throbbing cock deep inside until his tip was french kissing her cervix and he felt his seed blast deep within her sopping depths.
"Mmnn, very good..."
As the man filled her frothing depths to the brim, Priscilla happily embraced him while letting out soft labored breaths.
Haisha fully collapsed against her while his vision became as blurry as his conflicted and warring thoughts.
'I can't believe... I just did that.'
All that seemed to exist in that moment was the comfort of Priscilla's breasts and the heavenly and intoxicating scent of her wretched pheromones alongside the shame and exhaustion that he tried to hard to hold onto before he felt himself go insane.
"Your never leaving, so get used to your new home... my love."
As her words infected his mind Haisha could feel the fear and despair fading into obscurity along with his wavering consciousness.
With his cock still stuck within her lusting twat Priscilla rolled over in contentment while pulling a good half of the coat over their bodies and proceeding to drift off into sleep alongside her new slave.
And that's the story. hope it was alright.