Surpise

I woke up well rested and in a warm embrace. My eyes opened to look at the naked form of Rennala, draped across me after the last nights…events.

I had certainly misread the Carian queens intentions. From almost the moment we made it back to her room inside her hands were on me and her lips found mine. I certainly hadn't expected that turn of events, but I also certainly wasn't about to say no. I happily fell into a steamy makeout session with Rennala, which quickly grew into more.

By the time we made it to the bed I had Rennala out of all but her undergarments. I meanwhile, was still in nearly full nameless king regalia, much to her and my frustration. This is how I discovered the armor held magical, or at least company, properties. It could be taken off completely at will and shoved into my pocket space, as if it was really being unequipped.

With that obstacle out of the way Rennala pushed me into her bed and straddled me, and let's just say it was a night I wouldn't ever forget.

The only other thing worth mentioning would be the pillow talk, in which we discussed a little bit more about what was going on, and what would happen from here. It had almost been kinda funny at first.


Rennala and I slumped in bed finally finished, sweaty and panting. We were across from each other, though our legs were still tangled up. We each stared at the other, a million things racing across our minds. I couldn't speak for what she was thinking, but I could my own thoughts.

I mean, what do you even say after spending several hours fucking like animals with nary a sentence between us? I mean, besides one word demands like 'yes, more, harder' and the like.

Sexual calibration had done more than just pull its weight. Not having a refractory period was simultaneously the strangest and greatest feeling in the world. That kinda pleasurable, but mostly overwhelming and painful sensation you got when you finished and she kept sucking was gone. The need to pull out and take a breather was gone. It was just me, my new waifu, and throbbing erection she gave me.

We had gone for hours. I wasn't ashamed to admit it was better than anything I had ever had before. Rennala had put me in positions and poses I had never even contemplated trying. I now knew whatever the hell you called the mix of a piledriver with the amazon style of fucking felt like. I don't think I would ever be able to perform it with anyone else besides the beast of a woman beside me (not that I think I'd ever want to try it with anyone else), but I knew what it felt like regardless.

That is to say surprising, exciting, and oh so pleasurable. I was left at a loss for words.

Like what the fuck was I suppose to say, 'Hey, nice to meet you, my name's Godrick.'? That felt so silly to say after what we just did.

Or maybe I was just being dumb and overthinking it. We had just spent several hours fucking. Being afraid to say something wrong at this point was my own nerves, and I really needed to get over myself.

Just as I go to open my mouth, Rennala beats me to it. Her face fans red and her voice has a touch of awkwardness to it, even as she sits up in bed "Fuck, I needed that."she still sounds a little hoarse, but her gaze his fond, if a little hesitant, embarrassment coming across her features. "Ahh, I suppose I should ask thee for thy name?"

After a moment of staring I chuckled. It was simply too much "Hey nice to meet you, my name's Godrick." I told her between my guffaws. That proved too much for her as well, because she joined me a second later.

"Fuck I can't blame ya" I say when we calm our laughter, "I needed that too" I finish with a satisfied sigh as I slump back and lay down with my head on the pillows. Rennala's gaze follows me, and after a moment she moves to lie against my chest, curling her long legs over mine and lying her down so she can still look up at me.

"It's nice to meet thee as well Godrick, I'm Rennala." she tells me with a giggle. I snort at that, and bring my right arm up around, curling over her back so I can cuddle the beautiful woman on top of me. After a moment, I start to drag my finger nails across her back. She lets out a pleased hum at this, and soon I manifest some more hands from my left side, to give her a near full body massage as we lay there.

Rennala was soon breathing into my neck, occasionally kissing or biting but mostly just gasping and trying to contain moans as I worked at her muscles. I may not have gotten sticky fingers in the package, but I was no stranger to this.

"Hmm, I've decided" she moaned into my neck. "I'm going to keep you."

The statement sent a thrum through me, even if I knew the irony of it. I would very much like what she's suggesting.

I let out a little chuckle, "Is that so, my lady?" I asked her teasingly as a set of hands began to play with her rear and thighs alike.

Rennala moaned, a sound that caused little Godrick to finally wake back up. While I hadn't made any modifications to my nethers(yet), body tune up mixed with a divine heritage did wonderful things for my, ahem, physique.

"Mmmm yesss" She quickly noticed, and a Cheshire grin spread on her lips. Her eyes went back to mine as she straddled me once again. "I'm sure you'll enjoy all the benefits that come with that." She told me with a cheeky smirk as he leaned back and pressed against my manhood.

I let out a hiss, and smiled at her as my eyes narrowed. "Hmm, tutelage in the secrets of sorcery from the full moon queen herself? I'm sure I could learn a lot from some more private lessons." I waggled my brows as I said that. I couldn't help it, I was a cornball.

That worked out just fine though, because Rennala laughed and then smirked even more as she rose up slightly. "Yes, plenty of, mmmm, one on one instruction." She told me as she started to sink down.

"I'll even teach you some real secrets of glintstone, and you can tell me the secrets of what, fuck!, what's makes this feel so good." She moaned as she started to set the pace, throwing up her hand to show me the glowing tattoo as she was to grinding down.

I looked at it, then her, then closed my eyes and leaned my head back as she sank down on me again. I grunted as I felt her clench, "sounds like we got a deal." I bit out as my breathing got heavier.

Her response was to capture my lips with her and pull my bottom lip between her teeth, which set my blood on fire.

We wouldn't get to sleep until much much later.


Which brought me to now. The morning after with the queen of Caria. She had woken with me, and now came the not so fun part. But first…

I pressed my lips to Rennala's, blessedly free of morning breath thanks to time-savers. What I was lacking in strength I was making up for in convenience, I guess. Well, until I leveled up my new powers anyway, but those thoughts were for later, when I wasn't in bed with a beautiful woman.

Rennala smiled against my lips and kissed back and pretty soon we ended up rolling into a morning quickie (which still lasted over an hour by my reckoning).

"Good morning." I finally told her as we languidly kissed post coitus.

"Good- mourning?" She asked me confusedly, thought her smile was still in place. It was a quizzical expression she was wearing.

"Right, I suppose you say good morrow." I corrected as I gave her another peck on the lips. There wasn't much of a language barrier between us, but I guess something like that was bound to crop up every now and again.

Her face alighted in understanding.

"Good morrow to thee as well." She told me with another beaming smile.

"I believe I promised you an explanation?" I asked her after a moments pause.

The topic was a potentially disastrous one. Even as the wielder I still associated the stamp with negative connotations.

Evidently Rennala didn't feel the same.

"Yes, I must ask thee how this mere ink on skin is capable of not only influencing attraction and compelling affection, but also how it restored my mind. I look and feel more youthful than ever!" She said with a light laugh, not even frowning at the influencing and compelling part.

I blinked, dumbly, rethinking what I had been about to say. "That's because you literally are more youthful. Everlasting talent is a better immortality than anyone in these lands could ever hope for, and body tune up does a whole lot to make sure you stay in your physical prime." I told her. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she wasn't going to take offense to it than I wasn't gonna bring that up.

"Everlasting talent? Body tune up?" She asked me, pronouncing the words as if they came from a foreign language. Hell, to her they pretty much did.

"Right, let me start at the beginning."


"So, you were granted power from an organization that you believed to be only fictional? An organization that is as inscrutable as the outer gods, and commands just as much power if not more than them? And their main method of doing so and primary goal in my world is to empower individuals such as yourself to seduce women so that copies of them can be made and sold across a network of worlds, some similar to the lands between it might as well be identical, and others so radically different it would be like walking into a fantasy?" She asked that last part skeptically. I couldn't exactly blame her.

"It's a lot to take in, I know, but that's pretty much the general gist of it." I told her as I leaned back in the warm soapy water with a content sigh. We had moved our discussion to the bath, and I had just finished explaining the bulk of who and what I was.

"Also, your right about the outer gods being inscrutable as hell. Even the Elden beast is available as a purchase, but the Greater Will isn't." I felt the need to add. This brought Rennala up short. Right, she didn't know what the elden beast was. Or the truth about Radagon for that matter. Whoo boy…

Well, maybe just avoid that for now. Or just don't shove it in her face. She's bound to discover the truth on her own, and I can nudge it a couple ways.

"Elden beast? What in the Erdtree is that?" She asked. I snickered at the setup.

"In the erdtree is exactly what." I chuckled. "It's the true vessel of the elden ring, and came to these lands in a golden star. It lies in the Erdtree, serving as the vassal beast of the Greater will." I explained.

Her eyes had been blown wide by my statement. "That… what?" She asked.

"Like I said, it's a lot to process, but yeah. There's a giant cosmic creature dwelling within the big golden tree. Used to be worth a tier x ticket, now it's a tier 10. Not that it matters." I spoke that last part more to myself.

I was just a little bitter I wouldn't get to nab the big one. I didn't think I'd care about the point system until I had lost my stamp, at which point I realized the only upgrades from here on out where the in world ones I could get my many grafted hands on.

Rennala looked at me quizzically. "Does thou really mean to tell me that the Elden ring is available for purchase by anyone bearing one of your devices and possessing enough capitol?"

I smirked at her. Reaching over into my pocket space, which I had taken to calling my inventory, I pulled out my phone. Rennala blinked at the sudden appearance of the device. She then let out a yelp as I popped two hands out of my back and hoisted her up further into my lap, while my actual hands went to tap away at the device.

Rennala watched transfixed. Though I had explained that a smart device was complex technology, to her science and magic were one in the same. It was something like a form of magic to be studied in her eyes.

"It's all right here" I said as I pulled up the catalogue and filtered for Elden Ring. Though I had no points to purchase with it didn't stop me from browsing.

Rennala's eyes grew wide as she room in the names and pictures in the screen. I kind of understood where she was right now, but it was a different experience for her than it was me.

In my eyes, the catalogue was a place filled with fictional characters. Marika was just some blonde chick from miayzaki's latest game. That she was a technically a God didn't really register as anything more than words on a page to me. It wasn't until I became Godrick that I truly understood.

Marika was the end all be all of this world. She was the capital G God in the eyes of the whole world's populace. She had built an immortal kingdom, commanded the fealty of the wielder of death itself, and her power was unfathomable to the average commoner.

Yet here she was, being sold on a black market for a thousand dilla-dollars. Hundreds of thousands of her. More than that even. An infinite Omniverse meant infinite versions of realty where people where buying there products. This shit was happening on a scale that wasn't even comprehensible by guys like me.

To learn of the companies existence, and then see yourself as a product being bought and sold in other realities? It couldn't even be called an eye opening experience. It was… I didn't even really know what to call it.

Rennala was eyeing her own profile. "What does Milf mean?" She asked innocently.

I choked on nothing and starting cackling. She smacked my arm reproachfully, "Tell me what it means?!" she whined with a teasing tone.

"It means mother I love to fuck." I told her once my laughs started to subside, which caused as her mouth dropped open, which only caused me to start laughing again.

After a moment, Rennala doesn't join me in laughter, but instead her expression starts to fall. My amusement tapers off as I see this, and I stop laughing. "What's wrong ?" I ask her. I can guess of course, but I'm pretty sure I already know.

"I'm sorry." Rennala sniffles and for a second I think she might cry. but then I see her visibly restrain herself from doing so. "It's just…My children" she's finally gets out ,"I was reminded of my children." Her tone was sorrowful, and I went to comfort her.

"Oh Rennala, I'm so sorry." I say as I tighten my hold. She turns her head slightly and buries her face in the crook of my neck. She doesn't start sobbing, but I can feel tears, quickly lost amongst the rest of the water on me.

"Does thou know what it is like? To lose a child?" She brokenly laments to me.

This causes me to blink. "I- um. Rennala?"

The woman can hear the weird awkwardness of my tone, which prompts her to pull her head up and look at me with tear stained eyes. "What? What is it?"

"I- You." I falter for a second before gathering up my courage and speaking properly. "You do know that your children are all still alive right?"

The woman's eyes go wide and her breath leaves in a sudden whoosh. I can almost see the way Rennala's brain does a record scratch at my words.

"What?" She breathes in shock. There is restrained but emerging hope in her eyes.

My mouth as ever, moves on autopilot."I mean, technically Ranni's actual body is dead, but her spirit is still very much alive and capable of interacting with the world. She built her doll body specifically for that purpose."

"What!?" She says much louder this time. My attention snaps over to her and yeah, I probably should have stopped talking a little sooner.

"Uhhh" my mind blanks as I abruptly fumble for any kind of proper response. My eyes wander for a second and land on my phone.

With all that was going on my absentminded fingers had kept scrolling, and of course I landed on the worst possible one I could have landed on.

Rennala twists to glance at what I'm looking at, and her eyes land on the image of Rykard, lord of blasphemy, in all his serpent glory. She stares down at the image for a few seconds as what she's seeing really registers.

"What the fuck?!"


Rennala stood in the grand library, now fully clothed and standing before a map of the lands between with her… hmm she's not sure what to call Godrick. Companion? Consort? Bedwarmer? She's not sure what the proper title would be.

She's not sure of anything anymore. Apparently she never truly knew anything to begin with.

"So my eldest son Rykard?" She asked again while pointing at mount Gelmir, to where her baby boy had first explored and discovered his love for discovery. She saw him only once after his father had left, and slipped into the madness shortly after. Was that truly the last time she would truly see her son?

Her mind wanders back to the blasphemous image Godrick had shown her. Had her son truly…?

"Fed himself to the serpent of gelmir great rune and all in order to become the god devouring man-serpent." Godrick dutifully answered her question in the most neutral tone possible.

Rennala just kept herself from flinching at the words. She took a deep breath to try and help fortify herself, and steepled her knuckles against the table. She had to remind herself that there was nothing she could do for Rykard at this moment, and she couldn't go charging right off to Gelmir.

Right. Right. Just move on.

"My second son Radahn?" She asked next, her finger snapping to point at Caeild. It had saddened her immensely to hear what had befallen the land. Caelid had become Radahn's in truth before her marital troubles.

While Rykard may have established the volcano manor up on gelmir, it was only ever a home a way from home for her dourest son. Caeild on the other hand, was Radahn's very own kingdom. An entire land to rule on his own, away from the poison of the capitol and the politics of Caria.

To hear what had become of it…

"Got infested with the scarlet rot but is literally to angry to die, now he wanders the wastes killing everything he comes into contact with, and eating the corpses."

Rennala nearly flinched again. A truly terrible fate had befallen her strongest son. Too strong to succumb to an incurable disease. Curse Radagon's rotten spawn. Radagon who… no. One at a time.

She goes to move on, but hears a snort. She looks up to see Godrick looking at that part of the map with what is almost disdain.

"Hey, looks like they have something in common. They're both cannibals!" Godrick said with fake enthusiasm.

Rennala couldn't keep herself from flinching this time. Godrick appeared to be immeadietly regretful of his words, but that did nothing to quell the fire that spread in her blood.

She did not appreciate that attempt at humor. Her face was severe. "Thou… how can thou say that?!" She spoke angrily.

To Godrick's credit, he was immediately contrite. His lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes were filled with sorrow. He sighed. "Haaah. I'm sorry Rennala. That was uncalled for. It just, Well, like I said, your kids and I didn't get along. All but Ranni tried to kill me multiple times, and she was responsible for starting the shattering in the first place." The man replied, going as far as to give a shrug too!

Rennala wanted to snap at him, but in truth she also knew that if her children were here she would be disciplining them severely. Would that even be the right call? Hadn't she lost the right to do that ages ago? Weren't her children supposed to be grown up by now? Hearing about how they had all descended in of war that tore apart the land…

A war that was caused by Ranni having Godwyn assassinated! What did that foolish little dragon child have to do with anything?! Beyond driving Marika insane, something that no one really needed to help.

"Yes. Ranni. My daughter. Who is now…?" Rennala bit out, gesturing for Godrick to once more repeat himself in detailing the fates of her children.

"A spirit inside of a four armed blue doll." He dutifully said once more.

Rennala drew in a deep breath, staring at the map and contemplating her choices. Her eyes drift over to the capitol. To where Radagon is.

That's where this all starts after all.

"And my ex-husband." She said while pointing at Leyndell and by extension, the Erdtree. "Thou are absolutely certain that…" she trailed off, an uncomfortable look stretching across her face.

"Your husband is conjoined with Marika and crucified on the inside of the Erdtree?" Godrick finished. "Yes." he confirmed after she nodded her acquiescence.

"How could that be? I knew that he was different, but to think that Radagon was actually…" she trailed off again, unsure of what to say.

How is one supposed to react to the knowledge that their former spouse is a God? That the children you had with him are Demigods? That those same children went on to tear the world apart? Fighting over fragments of power that belong to an inscrutable entity which had crucified her ex-spouse.

Rennala felt hollow. Her whole world had been flipped right upside down. Right when she thought she was finally going to be ok. Now she was at a crossroads.

What was she going to do? There was no way she could rest comfortably with this knowledge. Her children were suffering, even if it was their own damn fault. She was still their mother, and she still loved them. She couldn't leave them to their fates as is. She has to try and help her children.

That also begs the question. Do her children even want to be saved? Radahn certainly, his was a fate unasked for. However, Ranni and Rykard both chose their own path. At least according to Godrick.

As much as she wants to implicitly trust her new companion, and she does, she dimly realizes, the magic compels trust as well as it does affection.

Right. Right.

As much as she wants to implicitly trust her new companion, she can't say anything for certain until she lays eyes on her children directly and gets the full story from their own lips. Ranni was never able to lie to her for very long. She'll start there, then move on to trying to find a way to cure Radahn. Perhaps Godrick will know something on that front…

For now, her primary goals shall be securing her kingdom and, ahh, maintaining relations with her new consort. There is still much she has to learn from him, both about the time she missed while comatose as well as the new circumstances she's faces with from this.. company.

She looks over at Godrick, who is watching her with a warm but assessing gaze. He had said he would wait for her verdict on the matter before committing to anything.

"Here's what I think we should do." She says, and his eyes light up as she starts detailing her plan.

She really hopes this will work out.

and scene.