Elden Ring

Shadows of Desire

(A/N: Hello hello, hope you enjoy this compilation of [most likely lewd] fics pertaining to Shadow of the Erdtree! [and maybe some other stuff outside of it too.] I generally make sure my stories are more than just smut, so I hope you enjoy what I cook up and eagerly await more~)

(For all intents and purposes, and to make everything more interesting, there will be 3 main Tarnished– One for each major ending. Whether or not they're literally in the same world, I don't even know, but we'll see where it goes. Not every chapter will involve a Tarnished anyways. Also, I don't plan on really using the ye old English speak, but I might insert a little bit.)

(Also also, sorry if the DLC ruined your headcanon about Miquella and your obsession with Godwyn.. But the story overall was absolutely stunning to me. So here I am to ruin it with lewd shit. :p)

(Anyways, spoilers for the Elden Ring DLC will be in this fic… Obviously? You've been warned!)

Chapter One - The Age of Regret

(Male Tarnished x Rellana)

Metal clattering filled the otherwise silent arena, and one combatant fell to their knees, twin blades on the ground beside them, while the other took a step back while breathing heavily.

Finally, the battle was won. The Tarnished had prevailed against his toughest foe yet in his conquest across the Lands Between and the Land of Shadows. In front of him, defeated and equally as exhausted as he, Rellana, formerly of the Carian Court, looked down towards the ground, her breathing coming out as ragged gasps.

The Tarnished knew better than to let up, his hands still grasping the two-handed greatsword in his hands tightly til his knuckles turned white.

Finish the job, these stars are not those you seek, he reminded himself, the ring on his hand twinkling in the faint light of the crystalline blade of the Dark Moon Greatsword he wielded. Still, he couldn't help but be hesitant as he gazed upon Rellana, her powerful sorceries of the moon still lingering in his mind. Though… Must it be so?

Taking a breath to steady himself, the Tarnished kicked away Rellana's blades and lowered the large greatsword towards her neck.

Of course it must, he told himself. In the name of Lady Ranni's new age…

"I'm sorry," Rellana whispered, her voice not but a hoarse whisper. "I will never be able to follow you again."

The Carian knight lifted her shaky hands upwards, very slowly and carefully, though the movement made the Tarnished tense, and he raised his blade to finish the job.

"My fire... Could not match yours…"

There was a click, and then Rellana pulled her helmet up and let it fall from her head with a loud clang echoing out across the stone ground. The Tarnished stopped his final strike as he gazed upon her now, exposed, and more.. Real. Not just an opposing force in armor for him to destroy.

As he had surmised during his quest through Castle Ensis, and after having encountered the Carian court in Liurnia, it was easy for the Tarnished to recognize just how much Rellana looked like Rennala, her twin sister. Her hair, black as the night, was mostly neat, but a few strands dangled over her pale, sweat-matted face. When the Tarnished brought his Dark Moon blade to her chin and lifted it gently, he got a good look at her blue eyes that reflected the starlight above.

It was just like.. His beloved. Of course it was. Those who drew power from the very cosmos beyond their world usually had such wonderful, beautiful blue eyes.. But that, paired with the natural beauty of one of Carian royalty, it was simply too much for the Tarnished to simply kill her, especially after he had become the promised consort to Lunar Princess Ranni herself.

"My lady," the Tarnished spoke softly, his voice gruff from his long journey as he pulled his blade away and slammed it into the stone a few inches deep, kneeling down to gaze into her eyes. "What is troubling you so?"

Rellana's eyes seemed to be looking at something beyond the Tarnished for a few moments, before they came more into focus, gazing upon him as if for the first time.

"No matter what, my fate cannot converge with his own…"

"Who is it you speak of..?"

Rellana gasped softly as if it was painful to say. "Lord Messmer… Oh.. I can see his glory even now."

The woman reached out towards the Tarnished, though clearly seeking another. She stumbled a bit, and the Tarnished moved forward to catch her, supporting her. This caused a bit of confusion to reach the face of the beautiful Carian woman, as she gazed into his eyes as if searching for something.

"You.. Your eyes feel so familiar, and kind," she spoke, a gauntleted hand reaching up to touch his face, the Tarnished showing no fear as he allowed it to happen. "You are not touched by her wicked Grace, nor by Messmer's purging flames… Who.. Are you?"

"Just a lowly Tarnished," he spoke, offering a small smile at the derogatory term that had been spoken time and time again to him, only for each God and Demigod that had crossed his path to fall all the same. "Who wishes to see Lady Ranni's vision become truth."

"Ranni…?"

Rellana smiled warmly, as if the name of her niece brought back many memories. The woman shifted a bit, and began to rise to her feet, her arm around the Tarnished as he offered assistance.

The once beautiful, sleek armor that Rellana had worn during their bout was tattered and bloodied now, but even so, the Tarnished had to admit that she looked very elegant and beautiful in it. Still, he stayed wary as she stood, his eyes gazing towards her separated blades that lie a small distance away in different directions.

"If it is little Ranni's fate I feel surrounding you, Tarnished, then… I can trust in you. Please… take me to him. To.. Messmer.."

The Tarnished nodded. He could feel that Rellana was leaning too much of her weight onto him however, and knew that she wasn't going to be conscious much longer.

"I will take you, my lady."

He did, indeed, help walk her towards the exit to the courtyard, past the light of Marika's grace, but just as they had reached the doorway peering out across the land towards the shadowy keep in the distance, Rellana collapsed.

And the Tarnished sighed, wondering just what he was supposed to do now.

The reluctantly journey to save Rellana's life proved to be more than the Tarnished had bargained for. While those who followed Rellana's twin moons gave way at seeing her limp in his arms, the soldiers under Messsmer's employ were not as kind, which felt a bit.. Off.

After a few hard fought skirmishes, the Tarnished had finally found a decent chamber of the castle that could have certainly been for royal use in the past.

Laying the woman down, the Tarnished begant o carefully and methodically remove pieces of her armor, while tending to her wounds as best he could. It was not his forte, nor was he exactly sure what drove him to do all of this, but he was going to try.

After all, was one related so closely to his Lady not one to take care of?

A while passed, and it seemed like his weak incantations and herbalism, two aspects that he had not very much bothered with in his desire for knowledge of the Stars, had finally begun to work.

Satisfied, the Tarnished was going to simply leave to continue his journey, but he was surprised when he gazed at the nearby tall window, and observed how the moonlight flittered into the room and gracefully landed upon the woman on the bed.

Gazing at Rellana, her pale skin radiant in the moonlight, dressed in only a cloth that he had found to drape over her, so as not to leave her exposed.

"Lady Ranni… Are you giving me a strange sign right now?" He sighed as he muttered, leaving his greatsword by the barricaded door and realizing that he's going to be here a while longer.

The land could wait for him to continue his quest for a little bit longer.. Right?

Soon, the Tarnished absconded with his armor that had been fashioned from that of the late Radahn, and his helm of a Black Knight, laying them near his blade as he stretched his scarred, muscled body and ran a hand through his messy brown hair and beard.

Looking into one of the mirrors on the wall, he liked what was looking back at him, although it was clear how much his quest had dirtied him. When was the last time he had been given a chance to relax anyways? Had he ever had a chance since being called back to the Lands Between?

Figuring this was his only opportunity for recuperation, the Tarnished began to cleanse himself, using a rag he had found and utilizing some of his various supplies to wash himself as best he could. In the end, it wasn't perfect, but he felt quite renewed…

But from the corner of his eye, he saw something stir. Looking that way, he watched as Rellana rose to sat up in the bed, the sheet falling away to expose her chest as she groaned lightly and looked down at herself, and then up at the Tarnished, in confusion.

"I am…?"

"Apologies," the Tarnished spoke, standing and slowly walking over to her, still in a simple loincloth but not exactly minding. "I know I promised to take you, but you collapsed and–"

"It… matters not," Rellana insisted, waving a hand to brush the concern away. "Thank you, Tarnished. I… Well… I feel like that is so informal, if your connection to dear little Ranni is true."

Rellana's gaze moved to the Dark Moon Greatsword near the door, and she smiled softly, the weapon a symbol that practically confirmed the connection outright.

"My name matters not, do not fret about it, my Lady," the Tarnished insisted, shaking his head. His eyes drifted towards her chest, but he cleared his throat and looked away. "I am sorry for your current state, but I did what I could."

The tall woman looked down at herself, caressing her perky breasts softly before looking at the Tarnished with an eyebrow raised, chuckling softly.

"In a world such as this, to not lay a hand on me in this chamber while I am defenseless is more than one could ask," she said, smirking as she wagged a finger for him to come closer.

The Tarnished did get closer, though he remained wary despite everything that had happened and even in the face of this radiant beauty. As he got close, Rellana's hands caressed his bare chest and up along his neck and face, as she gazed into his eyes deeply. Her touch was soft and cold, and sent shivers up the spine of the Tarnished.

"My lady, you should rest more," he insisted.

"I have been seeking warmth… From he," Rellana said softly, her eyes full of sadness as she leaned forward to press her face gently against the chest of the Tarnished. "Yet another warmth has graced me…"

"I was… just merely doing what felt right," he stammered, feeling a bit nervous at such a warm touch. He wrapped his strong arms around the woman's head, granting her the warmth and gentle rhythm of his beating heart, thinking about how he yearned for this closeness with Ranni when they were reunited once more.

Rellana slowly scooted to arise from the bed, standing taller than the Tarnished, raising her head and gazing down at him, her hands moving along his body to rest at his back, pulling him closer. He gazed up towards the nude woman, his eyes wide like he was staring into the face of a dangerous beast, but for a different reason than simple fear or fighting for survival…

No, he was afraid of falling for this beauty.

"My Tarnished, may I reward thee…?"

Rellana leaned her face down to his, her black hair tickling at his face gently before her lips met his. The tenderness, the taste, the slight chill that radiated from them… The Tarnished gratefully returned the kiss, his strong hands wrapping around his hips and unable to stop themselves from grasping at her ass beyond.

Rellana made a small noise as he did so, pulling back from the kiss, her pale face flushing a slight pink.

"So forward. I guess I should expect as much of a chivalrous knight," she said with a chuckle.

That was about as much as the Tarnished could take, the memories of Ranni slowly fading in his mind to be temporarily replaced with the other Princess right before him. He pounced.

Delighted giggles and gasps of pleasures could be heard even out into the halls beyond as the Tarnished pushed Rellana back onto the bed, delving his face into her breasts, kissing and licking along them and down along her stomach, before moving up to once again kiss her, his hands moving along her long, slender legs and touching at her most sensitive spots.

"Ah.. Tarnished..~"

It was a rare opportunity for sure, for a Tarnished such as he to be able to do this, especially with one of such a high rank, technically. His hand moved along those gentle, surprisingly wet folds, while his tongue sought hers, their kiss heating up.

However, the Tarnished failed to remember just how strong of a foe Rellana had been in battle. As soon as she wanted to turn the tides, she did, and he found himself pushed down onto the bed while Rellana straddled his lap without being able to do anything about it. She gazed down into his eyes as she pulled his loincloth way, exposing his throbbing, excited member that had likely never known an equal.

"I do not know why, but the moonlight is… enticing me so," Rellana breathed as her soft, cold hands grasped his cock, stroking it up and down against her toned stomach, while gently grinding and rubbing her needy entrance against him.

The Tarnished felt a bead of sweat drop down his face as he gazed up at Rellana's magnificent form, the moonlight pouring in like a silvery haze around her, making her more radiant than ever before. He felt it as well, something bringing their passion to new heights.. Was it his imagination that his Dark Moon Greatsword was glowing more than usual despite being in the dark corner?

Rellana grinded against and pleased the Tarnished for a little while, before she rubbed his tip against her opening, lifting her hips and teasingly pressing against it, making him grunt, to her enjoyment.

"Tell me… Has little Ranni's consort laid like this with her yet?"

The Tarnished didn't dare answer that question, not only because he felt he may be admitting to a terrible crime, but also that it was quite complicated based on Ranni's current form, but the way he tensed up seemed to tell her everything, as Rellana let out a chuckle.

"Ah.. She still has much to learn I suppose."

With that,Rellana pressed herself against the eager, awaiting cock of the Tarnished, sliding down onto it as she let out a huff and a moan, her toned but lanky form trembling a bit, the inner walls of her pussy tightly constricting and inviting him into her surprising warmth.

His arms a bit shaky from how good it all felt, the Tarnished put his hands on Rellana's hips, moving and pushing up into her, making her yelp softly and giggle.

"So eager…"

"Can you blame me, my lady," the Tarnished managed with a grin.

Rellana didn't respond, instead showing just how much she wanted it as well as she began to bounce slowly on his cock. He watched his disappear inside of her over and over, her perky breasts bouncing from the movement, face a mask of pleasure as she stared down at him

"Now we begin our rematch..~"

Before he could react, Rellana slammed herself down onto him with such a violent force that the bed cracked beneath them, and paintings and mirrors on the wall shifted. The Tarnished let out a gasp as he could feel the power of it aching through his pelvis, but he wasn't going to give up so easily.

"Was that too much already? Did you get oneshotted so easily?"

Gritting his teeth, the Tarnished reached over and pulled out his Flask of Wondrous Physick that he had oh so conveniently put on the table nearby, downing the entire thing before tossing it away and offering a thumbs up as he prepared himself for more, his body gaining a slight shimmer.

Rellana chuckled and slammed herself down onto his cock once more, the bed breaking even more beneath them, and a painting falling off the wall nearby. This time, the Tarnished grinned, and delivered a hard, loud spank to her ass, leaving a stinging hand print in its wake that made her yell out and tremble. With a slight growl, the Carian woman began to use his cock without remorse, slamming her needy pussy onto it faster and faster.

The room, then the hall, and eventually the entire castle trembled from the force of their lovemaking, causing quite the stir amongst the soldiers and other beings within.

Despite his increased fortitude, the Tarnished felt himself losing this 'fight' rather quickly, his cock throbbing with each slam against her cervix, leaving a trail of precum connecting his tip to it. He dug his fingers into her ass, spurring her on even more, determined not to give up as he threw in violent smacks every now and again, making sure to leave his mark on her.

Eventually, while riding his magnificently powerful cock ,Rellana threw her head back, her tongue out as she gasped and moaned, and the eyes of the Tarnished went wide as he saw two large, glowing moons appear above them.

Remembering all too well the insane damage that could follow from such a magical spell, the Tarnished panicked and was about ready to dive out of the way, but he knew that this was a battle he did not wish to lose. Thus, he chose a risky option, grabbing Rellana and pulling her onto him into a tight embrace, kissing her with passion that made her pussy tighten and tremble around his cock, her blue eyes fluttering as she practically melted into the feeling.

The moons above faltered and shattered in mere moments, a cascade of sparkling dust fluttering down over them, sending slight jolts of magic through them that entices them enough to orgasm.

Rellana and the Tarnished trembled together as they came, his hot, potent seed filling her womb up beyond its limits, the woman clinging desperately to him as she drained herself onto his crotch and squirted violently back across the room. Then… It was all over, and Rellana stayed with her face buried in his neck, breathing hotly onto it while he lightened up his hold on her, the two of them breathing heavily.

They laid like this for a good while, til the moonlight through the window had risen to leave them in relative darkness. Eventually, Rellana lifted her head to gaze at the Tarnished, caressing his face gently with a hand.

"You are a worthy consort to any royalty out there, that much is plain," she said with a smile, her hand petting along the Tarnished's beard and down along his chest, where many battle scars remained. "It be ignorant for me to not wish to be yours as well."

The Tarnished smiled a bit at that, but as Rellana sat back, letting out a sigh, he knew that there was a major 'but' coming.

"However… I have matters to attend to now. You have shown me my foolishness.. But I must still push onwards."

"Messmer…?" The Tarnished felt like the name held a bad taste in his mouth now, based on how this dear affection seemed unrequited based on how Messmer's soldiers had acted.

Rellana nodded and placed two fingers to her lips, breathing out a small cloud of violet dust around her fingers, before she gently held them above his face. His eyes widened when he realized what it was, but he was too late and too preoccupied to react.

"Do not hate me, please… I will see you again, I hope."

With those final words from Rellana, the sleep spell took hold of the Tarnished, and his eyes closed immediately, sending him into a surprisingly warm slumber…

When day broke, the Tarnished stepped out from Castle Ensis, gazing down at the soldiers of Messmer who were strewn about, dead. They had not fallen to his blade, but the marks of flames across the ground gave him a decent idea of what had happened.

With a sigh, the Tarnished gazed up towards the huge shadowy keep in the distance, guarded by what appeared to be yet another of the large, wicker flame beings. He rolled his shoulders and examined his blade, preparing for the next leg of his journey..

Then he noticed it, something new on the hilt of his greatsword. He took a closer look, needing a few moments before he understood what it was.

Twin Moons overlapped one another, and in the overlapping area, was a small etching that looked a bit like the Dark Moon Greatsword. He blinked at the etched symbol, which seemed to be made with magic, and was unsure how to feel.

After all, being not only the consort to one member of Carian Royalty, but perhaps another?

He was quite the greedy Tarnished indeed.

Next Chapter: Dancing on My Own

(Miquella x St. Trina)