WHATS THIS?! AN NEW CHAPTER DONE IN LESS THAN A YEAR? WHO KNEW I COULD DO IT?
Heyo, Bro's. Supreme Gamer here to bring to guys another new chapter fresh out the oven.
I only have one things to say about this chapter and that is, holy hell, I took a LOT of liberties in this one. I swear, I started out one way and somehow turned into just something that I was like "Screw it, just roll with it and see what happens.". And roll with It I did.
But In full honestly guys, I just had a lot of fun with this chapter and straight threw caution to the won.
But what's a Fanfiction if ya don't say "Fuck it, this works." every once in a while. :)
But first, allow me to get through...
A few comments that caught my eye.
The Twin Wraiths- "Okay, chapter 26 done and dusted, let's get on to 27!"
*See's that there isn't a (Next ) button*
"N-no, this can't be...wait i'll just look at the chapter list, the website must have just goofed is all, yes."
*looks and realizes this is the newest chapter*
"What!? No! This can't be where I have to go! It can't"
*cries of anguish and despair*
-Me once I reached the end of this amazing chapter-
TheStrahl- The way that you described the mask actually makes me think about the mask of Rihito Bach from Plunderer. Anyway that's a good read, keep up the good work man :)
My Response-Actually, except for the lips, that's a pretty accurate idea of what I imagined the mask to look like. Also, high five for getting me to read Plunderer for the first time, bro.
Guest- It's going to be so good to see the look on Reah and Vince's faces when they find out out that our prophet is actually Velka's Champion. True an unwilling champion but champion none the less, I can imagine that the relationship between them and the Prophet will change significantly after that.
Hopefully will get to see that next chapter along with Solaire and the others only to find Kaylen with to hot women in his arms. Oh I get the feeling next chapter will have both comedy and epic moments in equal measure.
I won't say much about the god of the dark sun but I can see him either in the next chapter Or the one after that. Because it goes without saying that he will be an important character ally or enemy. So I honestly wouldn't blame you if you put him in the chapter after the next one. Fleshing him out and his relationship and interactions with the prophet will be critical. Along with his own internal struggles to say the absolute least.
Final thing I will say is that I love the curveball of Gwyndolin wanting to meet the prophet. It takes away his control of things and adds a layer of tension. Nobody knows what the hell is going to happen. I like it, feels natural not forced. At least to me it doesn't can't speak for everyone else though.
My Response- Don't worry about Reah and Vince, their story along with Petrus and the Prophets relationship with them will definitely change significantly. Especially when they discover his relationship with dear old Velka.
Regarding Oscar and the others, I definitely wanted them back at Firelink Shrine immediately, but I just can't see them giving up on the task of rescue that the Prophet sent them on and returning to the Shrine like so. But worry not, the Prophet and his goddess won't be leaving with a run in with the whole gang. Trust me, I got that whole scenario work out.
I really appreciate the compliment of the idea of the Prophet being asked to be brought to Gwyndolin. Honestly, that was a pretty nervous move and I wasn't sure how it would be received. Glad to know you enjoy it, bro. :)
G3neSyS- Firstly welcome back i guess.
I really loved the interactions that the Prophet had this chapter, lookin forward for more of this :D
Still Kaylen sure is a lucky bastard havin both Ana and Velka like that, hahhaha!
Still next chapter ought to be very interesting... maybe he can ask for some time? before he could get any judgement? or somethin ? hmm...
That reminds me... if Velka can somehow read his mind ... does she know or at least have some suspicions that he doesnt actually have "visions" but more like prior knowledge ?
My Response- Thanks, bro. Really appreciate the compliment for the story.
I can only really speak on the last comment or else I'd spoil this chapter for you. Regarding the reason of why Velka doesn't just dig through the Prophets mind. I do have a clear cut answer to that, but I'd rather explain it in the story for character depth than just outright tell you why. But that is defiantly something I will touch in soon.
It was dark.
Nothing but the black void stretching into eternity at every direction.
He sat with his gaze pointed forward, glaring at the menacing visage that stood before him. He despised the sight of it with every fiber of his being.
The irony of it was that it was nearly identical to him in every aspect. Every piece of its garb was nothing more then tattered rags fashioned into clothing, just as his was. The difference that separated them being that all of its rags were burned into a charred blackened state and on its face sat the mask of his own creation, the Legacy Mask. But the most glaring attribute of the shadow that seemed to capture his attention fully were its piercing eye's that radiated a demonic yellow glow behind that masks eye sockets.
It emanated an almost overwhelming need to be heard.
"How much longer must you continue to resist, boy?" the shadow said in a voice that seemed to echo through the shadows.
"Until me last breath." he responded angrily.
"Why do you resist the power within?"
"I'm not looking for power. I have my sights set higher than that."
"Then say it plainly. What is it that you seek?"
"The will to push forward. To protect those dear to me."
At this, the figure laughed loudly, its mocking tone filling every fiber of his being.
"Heh, heh, heh, Is that what you tell yourself? That you want to protect them?"
"Shut your mouth." he said through gritted teeth, somewhat fearing what might come from the shadows mouth next.
"Your a liar. Plain and simple. You preach of hope and friendship, but you never truly reveal what your after, do you? Never telling them of the monster they'll help to create, never telling them how far you into hell you'll really take them. You never cared whether they lived or died."
"Your wrong." he said in a small whisper, trying more to convince himself than the shadow.
"All of them...every single last one, mean nothing to your destiny...to the immeasurable potential within you."
At that moment, everything around him shifted and changed until he found himself standing in a wide open field. The light of the moon illuminating the corpses of each and every one of his closest allies and friends. Oscar's body lay limp in a pool of blood that seeped from the holes in his helmet, Solaire sat face up with his own blade piercing straight through his chest and Siegmeyer was pinned to a tree with his massive Zweihander.
And then he looked downward, only to see a his beloved Anastacia hanging limply in his arms as blood dribbled from her mouth.
"No!" he cried as he fell to his knee's with Anastacia in his arms.
"Death is all around you. But it doesn't matter, does it? These people mean nothing. No more then stepping stones to bring you closer..."
"Your wrong."
"No need to fight against it. These people, this world...its all of no concern to you. There are no strings, nothing to stay your hand. You grow stronger from the blood of others."
"YOUR WRONG!"
Ever so calmly, with the pace that said it had all the time in the world, his shadow stalked towards him as his gaze never left the firekeeper. It then deftly tossed a sword in front of his kneeling form.
"Everything in this world is yours to take. Release it. Give them all something to fear. Kill...everything."
"ENOUGH!" Were his last words as he quickly grabbed the swords handle and leapt forward with the blade held high. But as his gaze turn upward, he saw that what stood in front of him was no longer the wretched masked being, but a beautiful black winged goddess. Before he could stop himself, he felt his body brace his feet, move forward with the blade and with a loud, sickening squelch, he saw the blood covered blade sticking out of Velka's back.
His momentum carried him forward, he caught the wide eyed woman who had made a place for herself so deep inside his heart. Seeing tears pool in her surprised eye's, as well as blood trail from her mouth, he felt tears filling his own eye's as this woman he swore to protect began to bleed profusely in his arms.
"Pr-Pro...phet…" she gasped, light quickly leaving her yellow split eye's.
At seeing this, he felt the world fall away from him as he let out a crazed roar before succumbing to the darkness once again.
All at once, the Prophets eye's shot open as he gave a sudden gasp. His thoughts wallowing in confusion as his mind transferred from nightmare to reality. Trying to move, his body suddenly felt a bit restricted.
Turning to both his sides, his eye's first fell on Anastacia and then on Velka. Each one of them sleeping comfortably at his side, with only Velka stirring a bit from the his slight movements before calming once again.
Seeing them so comfortable and relaxed brought the Prophet back to the situation at hand and to reality. Giving a soft sigh, he tried to relax his nerves and his mind as best he could.
"Just a dream?" was all he could think as his beating heart continued to pound and flashes of the event shot through his mind. "Its so vivid...so easy to remember. I can almost feel the blood still on my hands. It.."
At this, Anastacia sturred somewhat at his left before giving a soft moan and snuggling closer to him, almost like she was trying to make sure that he wouldn't go anywhere while she slept. Seeing this, the Prophet gaze lingered on her before sighing softly once more, remember exactly what his fear had almost cost him before.
"..It was nothing. Not a damn thing. Just a nightmare to be forgotten."
And so, due to the severeness of his experience, the Prophet chose not to sleep for a second longer, but also did not want to disturb Velka or Anna by trying to remove himself from them. So instead he opted to simply stay where he was and think on his next course of action with the spare time he now found himself with.
As always, it always helped him think by laying out all the facts in his mind.
"So I'm to Anor Londo to talk to Gwyndolin. No doubt his interest in my Prophetic abilities can be summed up as likely nothing more than mild curiosity. Like Velka, I know he believes that what their doing is the only thing keeping the world from the edge. He won't be easy to convince. I'll have to make my case strong from the start, play off his curiously that maybe I know something he doesn't. So what do I have to offer that could give me the opening I need?" the Prophet thought to himself. With the shock of having to head to Anor Londo now passed, he felt a little more at ease when thinking about the idea. "I've got the knowledge, but he won't act off of words alone. I'll need something to give him that push to believing in my words or at least take a chance on them. Something to further my legitimacy."
Turning to his right, his eye's lingered on Velka sleeping form. Which seemed so at peace and carefree next to him.
"Velka...she could do it. She's well respected by the gods and her influence with Gwyndolin must be notable. So I convince her, then that's another card in my deck. But how to go about it. She's doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get me to Anor Londo. Probably has the same fear as me that things might turn south. I know she trust me personally, but she doesn't believe in my plan." the Prophet thought as his mind began to race with new plans and idea's, that is until his thoughts came back to a recently acquired treasure. "The Rite of Kindling. The full extent of its capabilities haven't been discovered by anyone, save for probably Nito. It a key component for the endgame in all of this. That could be used as a bargaining chip to sway Velka to my side and get Gwyndolin's attention. But they'll want details of what I plan to do with it If I bring it forward and that would mean revealing my plan in full to her. But...can I trust that knowledge to her? Right now, she serves Anor Londo and her loyalty no doubt runs deep. And the Rite is one of the keys needed for the endgame. Its indispensable. Not to mention If I tell her and the gods decide to interfere with what I have planned, things will get real bad, real fast. But then again, I won't get anywhere without taking risk at this stage...so I guess I don't have much of a choice. Its a start, but I should at least try and use it as a last ditch effort and think of other ways to further solidify doubt within their minds. No reason to use m best move up front."
Running relevant events, items and people through his thoughts, the Prophet needed but a few minutes to piece a few items of importance to prove the influence and power his knowledge could have on the world.
"The most convincing for them personally would likely be the location of Sif and the Covenant of Artorias. An item and companion of one of the Knights of Gwyn would likely earn me their thanks at least. But would Velka allow me the time to seek them out from the Darkroot Garden? Might take a bit to convince her on that, since I'm already on borrowed time anyway."
It was then that a question struck the Prophets mind like a bolt of lightning.
"But wait...why would they leave the ring in the Darkroot Garden in the first place? It could be key to fighting the Abyss should it ever surface or at least in finding a way to resist it, wouldn't it? Could they not know it exist? But that's ridiculous. What sense would it make for them to not know how their own knights, one of Gwyn's elite four, fought against the Abyss." his face tensing further into deep thought, the Prophet let this line of questioning continue within himself, unknowingly building up a level of resentment and anger by doing so. "Moreover, why is it that items that could turn the tide even by a small amount seem to just be ignored and left to rot? The Rite of Kindling and the covenant of Artorias are more than within their power to acquire, so why? Why are they hidden from the world? Why does Alvina guard the ring instead of using it or,, at the very least, spreading word of such a powerful tool to Gwyndolin or... do something with it? And judging by Reah's reaction when I mentioned, it the Rite of Kindling is believed to be nothing more than a half assed fable used to send cleric to their deaths. Why would Nito keep something like this hidden underground to himself? How did he create it? Why didn't he attempt it once more? They're the fucking reason we're in this mess, so why is it that everyone who could make some sort of difference would rather waste time and lives by doing nothing but sitting on their asses? Do these idiots even care?"
Closing his eye's, the Prophet actually had to pause to collect himself from this infuriating line of thinking. Having no clear answers to these questions seemed to have a deeper effect on his emotions than even he knew. After taking a few slow breaths to ease himself away from such thoughts, he was able to calm himself down and soon after ease himself away from such ways of thinking. They were pointless and would get him no where.
"Well...guess there no real point in asking futile questions like that. Better to focus on the situation at hand and what I can do now." the prophet said out loud without realizing it. "No doubt though that I'm on the right track with using the Rite of Kindling to-"
He never got to finish his sentence as Anastacia gave a soft moan before her eye's slowly inched open and she found herself face to face with him. As the haze of just arising from her sleep cleared, she was quick in realizing just how close she was to his body.
"Oh, sorry." the Prophet said in a whisper so as not to wake that other woman at his side. "Didn't mean to wake you."
Giving pause for only a few moments of silence, the Prophet was surprised when Anastacia's face suddenly switched from astonishment to what could only be described as the most adorable, angry face he'd ever seen. Her lips were turned downward in a somewhat puffed out frown, her eye's showed more of slight displeasure rather than anger, and it did not help that she seemed to unconsciously bring her free hand up and grip the Prophets clothing, as if meaning to keep him from running away from her makeshift glare.
Seeing this, the Prophet could only smile broadly as he held her gaze.
"Something the matter?" the Prophet said, the hard stare she directed at him doing little to mess with his nerves.
"You said things to me before." Anastacia said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Hurtful things."
"I know and I'm sorry for that. You won't have to worry about me doing that to you ever again." the Prophet said, earning yet another cute reaction out of the Keeper as he heard her give a somewhat vexed groan and a tightening of her hand on his rags. He didn't bother to avert his gaze, it was all well deserved and pretty endearing to know that he was able to get a rise out of the usually happy and content woman. "Still angry with me?"
"Yes. For what you've said, it may be some time before I am able to fully forgive you." Anastacia said with an actual huff.
It was then that an idea sprung to the Prophets mind and his hand snaked out before he could second guess himself.
She'd likely deny it if anyone were to ask, but a slight squeak escaped her lips and her face took on a tinge of red as she felt the Prophets hand suddenly weave through the locks of her hair in a gentle manner. Slowly following a rhythm with its travels as he just let it roam naturally, he could not help but think that she really did have marvelously soft hair.
"Come on, Anna. I said I was sorry." the Prophet said in a soft tone as he continued to play with her. "I don't like when your angry at me...even if it is kind of adorable."
Her face taking on an even deeper shade of red at his words, Anastacia's gaze turned downward as she softly spoke her next words, to embarrassed to look him in the eye while he played with her hair.
"You can't...just do this and speak to me in such a way." the Keeper said shyly. "How am I supposed to react when you suddenly do something of this nature."
"Heh, just think of this as an apology for making you feel so hurt. I know now what I said was stupid and wrong, never something that should have I should have stooped to doing. " the Prophet told her truthfully. Though he was behaving in a calm manner, he fully understood just how much his words could have damaged her and he wanted to do everything he could to mend whatever distance he'd created between them.
After a small silence, even the Prophet was greatly surprised by what the Keeper said next.
"This...is very nice, Prophet, but...I feel that I deserve something more for your actions."
At this, Anastacia brought her gaze back to his, the red hue still prominent upon her face.
Not once would he ever think that Anastacia would want something from him. After the shock of hearing such a thing faded, the Prophet could not hold back a small amount of his wit as he knew that she was usually very bashful with him.
"Well, this is a surprise. I wonder what sort of punishment my dear Anastacia will hand out for this poor Prophet for hurting her." Kaylen joked, only gaining a small pout from the Fire Keeper. It took some willpower on his part to not chuckle at the sight. "Sorry, that was a really bad joke, but in all seriousness, what can I do to make this up to you? Don't hold back on anything."
"Well...I wish for two things from you a-and then I will forgive you completely." Anastacia said with a small stutter for reasons the Prophet could only guess. "The first is a relatively small request and the other is...somewhat more than the first."
Her gaze shifted away from his for a moment at speaking her last words, but the Prophet did not take much notice of this. He was more than willing to hear what she had to say.
"Alright. Tell me what they are and I'll see what I can do." he said.
"R-Right. First, I want a promise."
"A promise?"
"Yes. You spoke of leaving to speak with an actual god. I want you to promise me that...no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes that you will come back to me. No matter what."
Kaylen didn't hesitate in answering. He understood her need to feel reassured and know that he did indeed intend to come back for her. Besides, this promise was nothing new to him. He'd kept it when he told her he was going to the Catacombs and he would make and keep it once again.
"Anna, I almost made the terrible decision of turning you away. I won't make that mistake again. I promise you that no matter how much danger I face or how rough it gets, I will always come back to you." the Prophet said earning a hopeful look from his friend. "So what's your other, obviously more significant, request?"
At this, she paused for a few moments to stare deeply into his eye's. She then pulled her face away from his, just slightly, her form somewhat laying on top of him...and did her leg just ride up his body a little more? Anastacia didn't immediately look back at him, but when she did turn her gaze back his way, he could see the tinge of red on her cheeks and feel the warmth of her breath.
"Anna..?" the Prophet said his mind moving a million miles a minute, but not wanting to assume anything too rash about the sudden heaviness between them.
"I just...need you to stay right there, Prophet." She said, her right hand moving from holding onto his ragged clothing to tracing the line of his jaw before making its way back up to his cheek and resting upon it.
It was obvious to him what she was going to do at this point and that realization made his heart beat faster as she drew closer to him.
The true question was: Does he let it happen? Anastacia's lips were slowly descending, making a beeline straight for his.
With the sudden realization of what she wanted to do and what this meant for how deeply she felt for him, the Prophets mind was caught off guard and nearly froze entirely. Franticly, he recovered inch by inch to make some sort of decision. He would not lie, though she did flaunt it in any way, her natural beauty was indeed captivating and attractive to him. Her rich blonde hair was voluptuous and soft at the touch. Her kissable cherry lips and deep blue eye's, baring the look of pure innocence and wanting, seemed to have aided in the effect of giving his thoughts pause.
Though it certainly never occurred to him to approach her in that way, nor did he have any inkling that she felt this way for him until now. Looking back at it all, he felt painfully stupid for not noticing. But the one thing his mind kept coming back to was that this was Anastacia. His Anastacia. A woman who he held close to his heart and would do nearly anything for. But if he let this happen, it could potentially reshape their relationship and the relationship of those around him. Velka's feelings of longing for him were clear as day and he still didn't understand his feeling for her or how he should deal with them.
But still, there was an underlying fact between himself and his Keeper. His care for her...ran deep. Deeper than he'd even realized until now. But was it so deep as to allow this to happen? He couldn't answer the question plainly. The only thing he knew was that he couldn't deny a part of himself wanted this to happen, that there was indeed some form of attraction between himself and her.
As this last thought lingered in his mind, the Prophet made no move to stop the Keeper as she brought herself closer to him.
What came next was the feeling of heaven for both sides as they did what came naturally to them. A gentle, lingering touch of the lips, a hesitation played on both parts as they touch as if they're both taking the time to memorize the feeling. Light nibbles on the lips, hands wandering, bodies pressing closer together as the passion reaches an overwhelming level.
And then they parted.
Both staring into the eye's of the other and blushing madly, though Anastacia was the only one of them smiling, with the Prophet only staring wide eyed.
"That was..nice, Prophet." The keeper said bashfully, feeling wonderful that she actually went through with it and had a moment like that with the man who saved her. "I've never shared something like that with anyone before."
"U-Um..yeah, I-"
Suddenly, directly from his opposite side, came two very distinct coughs, causing the Prophet to go wide eyed with fear as he realized what they signified.
"Someone save me." Were the Prophets only thoughts as he turned to his side to see a fully awake and smiling Velka.
But the thing was, for reasons only a man who stands in front of a furious woman could understand, the smile brought on an entirely new level of panic from the Prophet. So much so, that the entire few seconds his gaze lingered on her in silence, he was screaming internally like a small girl.
"Well, well, well, so I fall to slumber for but a few moments and awake to find my beloved Prophet becoming very intimate with another woman." Velka said, he smile never leaving her face. "So would you like to explain yourself before or after I castrate you?"
"Oh my god, she said castrate!" the Prophet screamed mentally trying not to show the panic on his face as Velka's hand suddenly gripped him tightly. "Brain! Quick, think something!"
"Well?" Velka said still smiling calmly.
"Alright, buddy, this is make or break. You got one chance to make a move and survive this. And since there is literally no way to spin what just happened with you and Anna to make it seem normal, there's only one thing to do!" The Prophets brain coached. "Go on the offensive! No holds barred!"
Taking a brief breath, the Prophet did exactly as his mind instructed.
"You know what, Vel..." the Prophet said as he brought his hand dangerously close to her lower waist and pulled her closer to him. "I'm getting real tired of this situation you guys like putting me in."
Now, the Goddess would likely vehemently deny it and more than likely even punish anyone if they were to ask, but as he suddenly pulled her close, a small squeal of surprise escaped her lips and her eye's went wide with surprise. This was very much the last thing she'd expect the Prophet to do to her.
Seeing this look of shock, the Prophet continued to pressure.
"You two seem to have it in your mind to always make me into the fool and I think I've had enough of both of you." the Prophet said in a calm tone just above a whisper. Leaving Velka in a somewhat stupefied state of where this chain of events came from.
"W-What are you talk-" she started.
"I'm talking about the way you two string me along all the time. I try to keep my control, but a man has his limits when dealing with women of your caliber." The Prophet said honestly, not allowing her to piece together a sentence of questioning. "With you, the very personification of temptation and beauty, constantly enticing me, it takes all my willpower to resist myself and my carnal desires. But with so much darkness seeking me out, I'm starting to find it difficult to not rip that dress right off you."
This statement actually caused Velka to take on a hue of red of her own. This sort of forwardness was never the typical way the Prophet would confront her and, though she somewhat loathed to admit it given the situation, her body very much approved.
"And you, Anastacia..." the Prophet said turning to his friend, causing her to grow wide eyed in anticipation before he'd even really said anything significant. "Your just as much of a dilemma for me to deal with. So innocent and pure. I almost ashamed to admit that I'd love nothing more than to be the one to take that innocence away."
With that, both the Goddess of Sin and the Firekeeper laid in wide eyed silence at what they'd just heard. That is until Velka regained her senses and returned to the matter at hand, though the blush never seemed to leave her cheeks.
"D-Do you take me for a fool, Prophet? I see exactly what your doing and I will not be-EEP!"
Whatever Velka intended to say would never be heard as the Prophet made the beyond bold move to use one of his hands to grab a handful of her rear end, earning himself a surprised squeal from her.
"Be quite." The Prophet said calmly, looking her directly in the eye's as he committed the act. "I'm the one talking right now."
His mind was flying at speeds he couldn't comprehend properly. This had gone waaay farther then he ever intended it to, but he could hear the little devil on his shoulder telling him that he most definitely wanted to keep pushing forward with it.
With his hand still holding onto her, the next thing Velka knew was that their chest and lips were suddenly pressed against each other, his eye's piercing her own yellow split orbs. He noticed that it only took a few moments for the shock of it all to where off and feel her smaller frame mold into his and return his kiss in kind. As his eye's traveled farther down, he could see the modest perk of her breast as they were pressed up against him due to the position their bodies were now in. Her skin flushed and she still held the look of surprise, her subtle lips started quivering as if she was trying to say something in protest but couldn't bring herself to produce the proper sounds, forming only what seemed to be light moans.
Before she could attempt to speak once again, they were both met with the most astounding and unexpected surprise, as Anastacia waited until the Prophet and Velka's lips parted only slightly, before bringing her hand up and stealing the Prophets attention from the Goddess. It was evident that she would not be content with just watching the two of them toghether.
The moment their lips touched, the Prophet felt all thoughts of backing out of this leave his mind. The first thing he noticed was how remarkably soft Anastacia's lips were and how she seemed almost just as ravenous in the act of kissing him as Velka would be. He reveled in the taste of her lips on his and leaned into her more. A slight moan and a shudder ran down the Keepers body as he did this, and taking that as approval to go further, the Prophet moved his hand from her waist to gently rub the small of her back.
Breathing somewhat heavily, the Goddess of Sin was left in a dire state of wanting. In reality, it was probably only a few seconds at most, but every moment she didn't feel the Prophet against her skin felt like ages. Her body was suddenly jolted into action though as the Prophets grip on her rear suddenly tightened, then, much to her annoyance, softened once more. Giving her a brief feeling of pleasure before taking it away. Waiting for him to pause and remove himself from the Keeper to breath, she once again stole his attention and brought her lips to his once more, loving how much more eager and willing he was behaving towards her.
Anastacia, not willing to just wait for her turn, decided to close the distance with the Prophet even further and began kissing him along his neck. Her heavy breathing succeeding in making him more fervent in his treatment of them both.
The moment the Goddess decided she was ready to go a step further, she placed her arms around the Prophets form, one of her hands tangled themselves within his hair as she forced herself onto him more aggressively. He felt something slid gently against his lower lip and immediately opened his mouth, allowing her tongue access to his mouth.
Velka wanted to be dominant in this exchange, but just because the Prophet allowed access doesn't mean he was just going to let her have her way with him. His tongue played with hers as they both fought for dominance. Then, not even fully conscious of doing it, he released his hand from her rear and allowed his fingers to trace down the curve of her body, which caused Velka to gasp slightly, letting him take complete control of the now very heated kiss.
Not forgetting about Anastacia in this exchange, the Prophet mimicked the action he'd preformed on Velka and grabbed a handful of her surprisingly thick rear, earning the most sensual and soft moan he'd even heard in his life. As his hands continued to unconsciously explore both of their bodies, the prophet had to suppress a hiss when Anastacia suddenly nipped at his neck, sending the feeling of both pleasure and pain through him. It seemed that she was just as rough and enthusiastic about this as Velka was.
By the time, the three of them pulled away from each other, they were all panting messily. Each one needing only a moment before they would be ready to continue even further. The Prophet even began to get things started by turning his gaze back toward the innocent Anastacia, wanting very much to experience more of her not so innocent side. Both of them then began moving their lips together once more, each one longing for the other.
That is until...
"Um...Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt, but I'd really prefer not to be an audience to the..um..intimate moment you are all sharing." a voice suddenly echoed through the cave.
"What was that?" Anna asked in a surprised tone, immediately wondering whether or not someone was watching them this entire time.
Seeing the look of recognition suddenly appear in the prophets eye's actually caused Velka's heart to drop.
"Wait a minute...Rickert? Is that you?" the Prophet said, clearly knowing who the voice belonged to.
"I didn't hear anything. Now regarding what we were just doing..." Velka said as she proceeded to try and resume kissing the Prophet.
"Wait, how do you know my-" the sorcerer started.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE, STAY OR LEAVE IF YOU WILL, BUT INTERRUPT US AGAIN AND I'LL ANNIHILATE YOU!" Velka said angrily, not willing to be denied her time with her beloved.
Unable to hold back a smile at this, the Prophet had no choice but to chime somewhat nervously.
"Heh, come on, Velka, that might be a bit extreme. Least the guy had the decency to announce himself instead of being a creep and listening in." the Prophet said trying not to vex her further. "Anyway, its probably best if we stop here. Things have kinda..gotten out of hand between the three of us, wouldn't you say?"
This comment earned a moment of embarrassment from both Velka and Anastacia as they both lock eye's with one another and realized that they were both all over him not two minutes before with no regard for there being another woman present.
"U-Um...I agree with the Prophet." Anastacia said shyly as she cast her gaze downward and away from the two people next to her. "I... do not believe I wish for anyone to listen during my...first."
"Wait, her what?" the Prophet thought in surprise recounting just how aggressive she was not moments before.
Though Velka was of a completely different mindset, staring on, as both the Prophet and Anastacia slowly made their way to their feet, with a wide eyed look that said she couldn't believe that they were just stopping when she was so close. Never before had she felt so cheated.
"B...But we're not finished, Prophet. I'm not finished." Velka said somehow almost sounding as if it was a demand of some sort.
The Prophet could only give a bashful smile as he scratched the back of his head. Fully understanding where she was coming from, as his mind and body was still in a very "Eager" state, but he wasn't very keen to knowing another dude was around and listening in to everything they were doing to one another.
"Heh, come on, Vel. The moods kinda dead now, isn't it." the Prophet explained honestly as his offered a hand to help Velka to her feet. "Not to mention Rickert the eavesdropper is nearby listening in to every second."
"B-But...Y-You can't just-...We were just in the middle of-..." Velka said trying to persuade him but not finding a valid argument to help her case. With her mouth opening and closing trying to find the right words, but finding none, Velka took the Prophets hand with an aggravated sigh, making her way to her feet.
With that, all seemed to be resolved in a relatively positive manner for the Prophet.
That is until Velka grabbed him roughly the collar of his tattered robes and pulled him in for one last deep kiss, using her free hand to wrap around his head and dominate him fully during the exchange. She did this not for passion or sense of romance, she was doing it in the hopes that it would somehow satisfy the hyperactive hormones that were currently vibrating in her system. Right now, she was a furnace almost at breaking point. The Prophet had no idea that the feeling of his lips returning to her once again very nearly brought her to the point of her throwing him to the ground and taking him whether he liked it or not.
It was only by sheer force of will did she slowly break away from his touch and gaze hard into his eye's with the look of pure a fury that bore a promise.
"This is not over yet, Prophet. I'm going to get what I want out of you one way the other. And when I do there will be a great deal of interest that you will pay in full." Velka threatened to the idiotic man who stood in front of her, before turning her gaze back to Anastacia. "And as for you, keeper, If you think I'm going to let some mortal take what is mine, then I suggest you think again or else you will not find our next encounter quite so pleasurable."
Satisfied that she had gotten her point across, Velka proceeded to storm off back toward the elevator stairs with a look of complete vexation in her eye's. Leaving both Anastacia and the prophet alone with one another.
"Um...sorry bout that, Anna." the Prophet said, not at all aware of how he should react in this scenario. "Velka can be a bit...aggressive at times."
"I...Understand her feeling for you quite too well, Prophet. But..." was all Anastacia said before she calmly approached the Prophet and placed a delicate and loving kiss upon his lips. A stark contrast to what Velka had done before taking her leave, Anastacia's touch was not forceful in the least. In fact, was dangerously inviting and hypnotic for him. Like laying hands upon an angel and committing a heinous sin, he knew this felt right but had the touch of wickedness too it. Among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a life line, something inside him changed towards her, never to be reversed. This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, he was content to feel her breath come and go with his. And then she finally released him. "...My feelings for you are just as strong...and I will fight to keep you, Prophet."
With her heart feeling as if it was about to explode from her chest at this proclamation, Anastacia chose that moment to turn on her heel and make her way towards the exit just as Velka did.
Needless to say, the Prophet was struck completely and utterly speechless. Never in any sort of future did he ever imagine Anastacia of Astora would declare something so strongly, and in defiance of the Goddess of Sin no less.
Blinking twice, the Prophet laughed awkwardly, unable to form the words to describe how he was feeling at that moment. Hardly even realizing that he was walking around towards the area that Rickert of Vinheim was imprisoned, a lone thought came from his lips.
"I think...I'm a bad person for this?"
"Well, If you want an honest opinion-" Rickert started from his cell.
"No, Rickert! I do not want an honest opinion from a god level cock-block like you!" the Prophet said. "Now please hurry up and sell me a few things so I can get out of here."
And so the Prophets path diverges further into the Unknown. With Saint and Sinner vying for his affection, only time will tell what sort of destiny will he carve?
ALRIGHT, BRO'S! THATS ALL FOR THIS CHAPTER!
Just one quick word from your friendly neighborhood Fanfiction Writer-man
Firstly, as I mention briefly before in the beginning of this chapter this was all just me saying "Screw it, lets see where this goes."
I swear I was fully planning to making it all serious and such, as seen when It first starts off, but a few Anime, action movies and romantic comedies later, and then this just happened. (This is literally not even a joke.)
So the fact that I just kinda threw caution to the wind kinda has me excited for outside opinions on this. Good or bad.
Also, and I know how crazy this is going to sound considering what I put in this chapter, I'm not sure if this qualifies as a harem or not, since I absoulutly refuse to let the Prophet develop a case of Kirito Syndrome.
So that's all I have to say about this chapter, bro's.
As always, feel free to leave a review and tell me what you guys thought about this chapter of the story. Should I have kept things a little more serious side? Should the prophet been more of a gentleman and maintained his elf control? Was Rickert truly a god level Cock-Block? Honest opinions are always appreciated as I'm always looking to improve my style of writing to make this story a bit more interesting for you guys. so don't be shy in telling me you thoughts about how things are going so far. Outside opinion will have a huge effect on how this story will play out.
This is Supreme Gamer, Signing out.
P.S. For the love of the Dark Souls 3 firekeeper, Sooo many people want the whole Prophet and Gwyndolin, the cute Trap joke thing to happen when the Prophet meets Gwyndolin. I just want to say...that that is a really hilarious idea. XD