The lands between

A world littered with strife and bloodshed. This was where gods walked with Man but did nothing in return. The Erdtree's glow could be seen from across the land, putting even the night sky to shame most nights.

However, we're not here to tell the story of the land but rather one of the many godlings with ambitions and another with untapped power to change the world.

Today is one of their stories.

A person who has an androgynous appearance looks in a mirror. Sharp yellow eyes and a boyish face. Their expression was gaunt. Their golden hair was a distinct feature from his royal bloodline.

This person was Miquella. An Empyrean rumored to have godlike power similar to his siblings. However, this power usually comes with a curse, and he was to be forever young. Along with his twin sibling to rot away and be the Goddess of Rot.

How the Empyrean wished his sister was here with him. But right now, this moment, she wasn't here.

Mohg, the lord of the blood, was as patient as he was ambitious. He was striking when the time was right to kidnap Miquella while the sister Malenia was battling Radahn in Caelid to a standstill, taking him to Mohgwyn Palace, a location hidden from ordinary people.

The silver lining was that Miquella sent a message to Morgott and his twin sister, Malenia.

"Hello, Miquella?" a voice from beyond the door asked. It made the Empyrean shiver fearfully. "Have you come to your decision of becoming my consort?"

Mohg, unlike the Empyrean, had divine blood in his veins, but that's where the similarities end. The Omen was hulking and massive, his face rigid with horns and scales protruding from his body, his skin gray.

The Empyrean didn't want to answer Mohg and tried to faint ignorance. The androgynous boy didn't want to be near the lord of blood. His presence felt awful to be around—the influence of The Formless Mother Outer God, patron, terrified Miquella.

The Greater Will did not influence its presence, and if Mohgwyn wished, he could change the world with that.

"My answer is still the same, Mohgwyn. I don't want to be your consort. You have power capable of governing a province of the land. The only ones to challenge your rule are my other half."

"That means little to me if I want you by my side as my consort." Mohgwyn paused. The Empyrean had knots in his stomach. "A scout of mine reported that my brother's forces are coming… this location is supposed to be secure. There's no feasible way my brother would know. I would like to know why, Miquella."

There was a momentary pause between the two, only the occasional sound of the palace settling and their breathing.

"I see… I hoped my benefactor was wrong about you, Miquella… but they were right."

Abruptly, they both heard a large explosion echo from a distance. Suddenly, footsteps came from the hall as several men stationed on duty approached their lord.

Mohg's anger quickly rose as his men told him the news of a siege. They were led by his brother Morgott. He ordered his men to hold the line as he dismissed the soldiers. Mohg huffed in anger. His brother always had to get in his way. Always preaching about the Greater Will and order, knowing that those same people don't include us, who are deformed with horns and scales. The only reason why they both aren't dead, or underground was because of their divine blood.

"Hypocrites, all of them…" Mohg went to open the door to Miquella's chamber. However, when he went to open the door, the entry itself was enchanted so that no one could get in. He knew his time was coming faster than expected. He tried to be nice, but all the blond Empyrean boy did was lock themselves in their room. Now is not the time to be excellent. Now it was the time to take what was his whether they liked it or not.

The door fell from its hinges and hit the floor in a simple motion. The blond boy looked at Mohg, entirely appalled by how simply the lord of blood destroyed the enchantment.

"I'm sorry, Miquella. I tried to play nice, but I've waited far too long for my journey to end here." he walked toward the scared but steadfast Empyrean. "You will become my consort."

The Empyrean would try to fight, but even Miquella knew that was futile. They fought when he was captured and was quickly overpowered by Mohg's strength, and he was holding back from trying not to injure his future consort fatally.

"Curses…"

The best thing Miquella could do is hope Morgott can come to his rescue.

"Enough of this!" Mohg had had enough of Miquella's games and wanted to claim his consort. He forcefully grabbed the Empyrean's arm and threw him onto the bed. "I will take my prize here and now," he hastily disrobed the androgynous boy, ignoring the look of defiance in Miquella's eyes.

Mohg didn't care about the look he was receiving from his consort. He knew the Empyrean would understand in due time. Mohg turned the boy over on his stomach, his rough hands on smooth flesh.

The lord of blood didn't have much time to waste since it was only a matter of time before his brother came. He doubts his followers could hold off a demi-god for long.

Miquella stayed limp as Mohg lined up his semi-hard member against his asshole. Mohg would have made the experience more enjoyable with some foreplay, but with how despondent the Empyrean acted and his look of rebelliousness. It was a foolish attempt to make something work for someone who didn't want it to happen.

He forcefully pushes his penis inside of the boy, who grits his teeth and says nothing. Mohg wanted to finish this quickly as he thrusts inside the Empyrean to claim him as his consort. This was a rush against time before his twin brother came.

Though some part of him didn't want to rush this sensation, the velvety folds of Miquella were enticing, like biting into an exotic fruit of a foreign nation. He tried not to focus on the feeling, but the Empyrean's tight interior made it difficult.

The booms and cries in the distance made him focus on his goal, putting his seed inside Miquella to claim him as his consort before his followers lost ground against his brother and his army.

Their mating continued for a few moments. The only thing that could be heard was Mohgwyn and Miquella's grunts. The creaking of the bed echoed in the room.

The omen's cock was at its hardest, and the movements were sporadic as they both knew that Mohg was going to cum. Miquella prayed to the Greater Will that Morgott would come to prevent that from happening.

Turns out Miquella's prayers were heard.

Crash

A golden ephemeral spear crashed through the palace, almost skewering Mohgwyn if he didn't pull out right when he was about to cum.

"No! Look what you have done!" Mohg screamed, turning to face the intruder who dared interrupt his consummation.

"I came just in time to stop you, brother," Morgott flying in place as he manifested another golden spear.

Mohg's fury couldn't be ignored as he clashed with his brother, laying waste to the battlefield with the power of his patron god and his own.

Meanwhile, an escort quickly retrieved Miquella while the two brothers fought to be reunited with their sister.

I tried to try it in the language of Elden Ring, but it went terribly… my Elden Ring lore is a bit rusty, but I think I got some stuff right.