(A/N: Taking many liberties for this one, as it's based after a fairly obscure questline that's super missable. Enjoy this F/F though~!)
Chapter Three - A Maiden's Scorn
(Fem Tarnished x Florissax)
Bayle the Dread raised his blade-like severed wing into the air, and his opponent rolled multiple times before him to avoid it– Only for him to swing in a delayed swipe that sent them flying backwards, barely blocking the powerful blow with their greatsword made of twisted, golden horns.
Sliding backwards, the Tarnished groaned and tried to recover, but a torrent of fire and lightning was fast approaching her in an instant.
Thankfully, a bolt of red lightning appeared from the sky, slamming into the Tarnished before spreading outwards like a fountain of power, protecting her from the oncoming wrath of Bayle.
Utilizing this blessing of dragonic might, the Tarnished leaped into the fray, sword gleaming, before slamming it straight into the head of Bayle.
The demonic dragonspawn reared its head back and let out a primal roar that shook the Land of Shadows… Before he fell forth and dispersed into ashes, the tyrant slain at last.
The Tarnished fell forward, blade clattering to the ground as she rolled along the ground. Rising again, she claimed her Greatsword of Damnation once more and looked around the charred arena, finding a collapsed golden figure lying nearby, their breathing heavy.
"At last, he is slain," the panting figure of Igon said. "The tyrant felled for good. I finally reap thine–"
He wasn't allowed to finish. The Tarnished grabbed hold of the summoned spirit's neck and pulled him close. He struggled, eyes widening at the burning sensation that began to arise from where she grabbed him, the impossibility of what was happening breaking his mind.
Somehow, the Tarnished was hurting his very soul, despite him being a mere summoned warrior within their world.
Letting out a yell, the Tarnished pulled her helm off with her other hand, eyes glowing a deep yellow hue that burned with pure unfiltered madness.
Looking upon them, Igon felt that same terror that had come from facing down Bayle's hellish lightning and fire, and as the Tarnished leaned closer, a smile crept upon her pale face..
..Before Igon's yell reverberated around the mountain peaks, and his soul was burned to nothing.
The Tarnished made the climb back down the Jagged Peaks, returning to the large deceased dragon that lie within the Land of Shadows.
There, the Dragon Priestess who had assisted her in defeating the tyrant dragon seemed confused, having just roused from a slumber that the Tarnished had afflicted upon her herself using Thollier's concoction.
Presenting Bayle's very heart, the Priestess seemed to have her breath caught in her throat, before she composed herself and bowed her head towards the woman.
"I see. So in my slumber, you have defeated him, and avenged us," she spoke, sounding elegant as always, though the Tarnished could sense the mix of dread and content within her words. "I must confess that I do not understand what befell me.. But.. The deed is done."
Before the Tarnished had gone to the peak to defeat the dreaded Bayle, the Dragon Priestess had fallen into a strange and mysterious slumber, which filled her heart with regret at her carelessness while others might suffer.. Especially when the champion then returned after successfully slaying the dragon god.
She watched as the Tarnished approached the flame of the Dragon Communion and pushed the heart within its flames, letting it burn as she claimed a new power, golden fire and lightning enveloping her for a few moments before dissipating, gazing at her hand curiously.
"..It was I," the Tarnished suddenly spoke softly, her voice raspy and quiet. "Who put you into slumber."
The Priestess was taken aback by this, placing a hand against her chest as she gazed at her.
"Is this the truth..? I…"
She seemed conflicted, but the Tarnished didn't seem to care much as she approached her with confidence, removing her helmet and holding it to her side. The Dragon Priestess had her eyes downcast until the Tarnished got close, and when she gazed up into those eyes, she gasped.
"What.. is this?" The tall dragonic woman seemed almost mesmerized by the sight. "A vision of.. Fire.. a-and… ash…"
The Tarnished gazed into her eyes, just like she had with Igon– A test of willpower and strength, one that none had ever managed to pass, not even that foolish girl who she had fed the Shabiri Grapes to long ago… And yet, the Dragon Priestess seemed almost thankful, a shaky hand rising to touch the cheek of the Tarnished.
"Oh.. My lord… I see you," she said, her voice shaky, legs giving way as she fell to them.
Curious, the Tarnished slowly knelt down and peered closer into the dragonic woman's eyes, granting her a close visage into the madness of the Frenzied Flame. Whereas most had their soul burned away in mere moments.. She instead could see the reflection of madness in the Priestess' eyes reflecting back at her.
"I see," the Tarnished spoke again, nodding and offering the smallest of smiles. "You walk in the ashes of death, your burden vanished and meaning all but gone, and yet.. You desire more."
Every word she spoke seemed to make the Priestess breathe harder. The Tarnished gently grabbed her hand from her face and placed it upon her chest, allowing her to feel her beating heart that thrumbed with an uneven and chaotic movement, gazing into her eyes still.
"Walk with me, in the eternal light of Madness, and you will never be without purpose again."
Something broke within the Priestess at hearing that. Some of her more dragonic features quite literally shattered and fell away, exposing her more humanlike form beneath. Like this, she was more like a scrawny woman with ashen skin, but her face held a softness to it that was surprisingly irresistible, even to the Tarnished so wrought with frenzy.
She leaned into seal the deal, kissing her. As their soft lips met, the Tarnished's eyes burned madness into the Priestess' own, the woman letting out a muffled scream as her body trembled and held close to the Tarnished.
…But just as fast as the pain had come, it was gone, replaced instead with a burning love deep within her soul.
The Tarnished rose and offered a hand to her new follower. The Priestess took it and slowly arose, hand in hand, and bowed her head towards her, white locks flowing down her face.
"I.. Florissax of the Ancient Dragons.. Will.. follow thee, until the end."
The fate of the Land of Shadows was converging, as several powerful entities and individuals made various moves. It was around the same time that Rellana, Messmer's devoted follower, had seemingly vanished after a battle with a Tarnished, that Bayle had met his end and the flame of Dragon Communion changed to burn with a yellow hue.
Those utilizing dragonic abilities across the Lands of Shadow found themselves wrought with madness, as their dragon communion abilities were hijacked by impressions of a golden madness– Just as the Tarnished had done in Caelid, now completing the hijacking of the dragonic lineage.
The Tarnished, satisfied that her plan was working well, now sat upon the hill of the Cerulean Coast, south of the Dragon Communion, and gazed out upon the sea beyond.
Even with imprinting of the Three Fingers' madness upon her, the Tarnished could still take these moments of calming tranquility. After all, she was merely a vessel for the Frenzy Flame, not its puppet. While she believed that it was the greatest answer to cleansing the land of wickedness.. It was not necessarily her guaranteed fate.
Florissax approached slowly, her hands touching the blue blossoms lightly, her hips swaying a bit as her quite revealing, loose dress of a muted red color trailed behind her.
"My lord," she spoke softly as she stood before the Tarnished, offering her a crown of red and blue flowers from the fields. "May I place this upon you?"
The Tarnished looked at the crown, then at her loyal maiden, whose eyes gleamed with a burning yellow hue. She smiled and nodded, allowing it to be placed upon her head, her maiden adjusting some of her black locks of hair as well before slowly lowering herself to sit in the lap of the one she would follow to the ends of the earth.
The Tarnished caressed her hair and leaned in close, enjoying the company of having a proper maiden at last. The warmth and scent of another was intoxicating, she had to admit, and her hand gently travelled down along the back of Florissax as they sat together.
Leaning into her lord, Florissax seemed to chew on her lip for a little while before finally daring to speak again, carefully choosing her words.
"My lord, I… Am thine maiden true, correct?"
"Of course," she responded softly.
Florissax smiled and nodded. "Then might I.. Lay with you? I have searched the minds churning in the Frenzied Flame before they are destroyed for good. It is… odd being connected to them all, but.. They seem to all have the same concept of what a maiden is to do for their lord."
The Tarnished froze a bit, surprised by the sudden spilling of information from her follower. She coughed and looked away, a surprisingly soft blush appearing on her pale face, and Florissax took notice of this, her eyes wide.
"Apologies, I should not have–"
She gasped when the Tarnished suddenly pulled her tighter against her and shook her head, kissing her cheek gently and gazing at her now despite her blushing face.
"Don't apologize.. I'm.. In your hands," she said softly.
Florissax returned her lord's gaze for a few moments, before smiling, feeling how their connected minds, filled with a maddening flame, were sparked with intense desire for one another.
Without waiting any longer, she kissed her lord with reckless abandon, and their tongues sought each others as the Tarnished fell back onto the soft flowers as Florissax straddled her lap.
While their tongues danced hotly in their kiss, their golden eyes were locked onto each others, feeling the pleasure of each other intensify tenfold from their connection that spanned beyond their physical selves.
Pulling back, hot saliva connecting their lips, Florissax sat back and pulled her dress away, exposing herself properly. The Tarnished felt her hands up along her legs, sides, and up to her breasts, shuddering a breath at the pleasures that she had not gotten to experience in quite a while since returning to the Lands Between.
"I am yours, forevermore," she spoke in a soft, sensual tone as she leaned down and kissed her lord's chest, beginning to strip her of her armor and leathers. The Tarnished squirmed and moved when she needed to, letting her devoted maiden kiss every inch of her from head to toe, til the last bit of her clothing had been taken from her. Now she lay, her pale skin looking heavenly amongst the glowing blue flowers around, and Florissax could only gaze upon her like a dragon staring at its prey for a few moments. "M..My lord…!"
Then, she struck. In an instant, her face went between the legs of the Tarnished, her hot tongue gliding along the folds of her lord's pussy and up along her stiff, throbbing clit, making the Tarnished arch her back and elicit a raspy moan.
Spreading her slender legs wide open and squeezing her thighs, Florissax slithered her hot dragonic tongue into the wetness she desired so greatly, swirling and pressing it along every inch of her lord's cunt. The sweet juices excreted by the Tarnished graced her tongue, and she loudly slurped and drank the nectar, her body trembling with warmth as she did.
The Tarnished ran a hand through Florissax's white hair, pressing her head down, panting softly, her perky breasts jiggling as she began to hump against her maiden's face eagerly.
"Don't… stop," she said through raspy breaths and moans.
Of course, Florissax didn't plan on it anyways, devouring her lord's pussy to her hearts content. She practically sucked violently on her pussy, making a mess of it with her slithering tongue that grinded against every spot she could find that made the Tarnished squeal and shake.
Soon enough, the Tarnished came, squirting all over her dragonic maiden's face as her pussy began to drain its precious honey so quickly that she could not hope to drink it all. She pulled back to breathe, panting, the juices of the Tarnished splattering onto the ground, her pussy quivering as Florissax rubbed her sensitive folds with a hand.
"Thank you for the meal, my lord," she spoke softly, before crawling up and onto the Tarnished, offering her panting lord a deep kiss. Her dragonic tongue drooled the cum of the Tarnished into the kiss, allowing her to taste herself as they made out hotly.
The Tarnished wrapped her arms around Florissax, pressing their nude bodies together, grinding their breasts and needy clits together, causing the maiden to shiver and moan hotly into their kiss.
Moving her hands down along her ass and then her legs, the Tarnished moved her maiden into a proper position so their legs were interlocked, and their pussies could press together easily. This caused both of them to move their heads back, moaning out and panting, thick saliva connecting their tongues.
"My lord…!"
Florissax howled in pleasure as she began to grind herself against the Tarnished, and the Tarnished in return began to thrust up and against her eager pussy.
Their wet folds glided together at a steady, loving pace, but soon it became more and more aggressive as the monstrous desire within them both began to take over. Florissax's hands caressed her lord's body, especially those burned markings upon her body caused by the Three Fingers, slamming herself against her relentlessly.
Madness and desire threatening to explode inside of her, the Tarnished grabbed Florissax's face and pulled it closer, staring into her eyes as their pussies slammed and pushed hard together…
And she screamed. A howl of madness that shattered the air around them, making it warp with pure unfiltered insanity.
Florissax screamed as her mind and eyes burned, but she dared not pull away, gazing upon the purity of the Frenzied Flame, knowing that she had to suffer its wrath if she were to properly stay with her lord.
An entire hour passed, the two screaming in blissful agony together as they fucked, bodies matted with sweat, pussies grinding with a blinding heat that sent them into orgasm over and over, their combined juices flowing into the earth below and spreading a frenzy that cracked the ground and killed the flowers all around them.
..And, finally, the Tarnished stopped, collapsing back and breathing heavily, her tongue out, voice shredded from her shrieking.
Florissax stopped herself from falling onto her lord, her arms shakily holding her up, sweat dripping down onto her lord's skin as she panted and tried to look at her, the blinding impressions of madness filling her vision with agony.
"M… My lord…"
Her voice trembled and was filled with sorrow that she may never lay eyes upon her ever again. Dread filled her, and Florissax thought for a fleeting moment that she may as well roll over and die–
But the Tarnished would not allow this of her new beloved maiden. She sat up quickly and placed three fingers upon Florissax's temple, kissing her lips softly to soothe her.
From her fingers, the Tarnished extracted the essence of madness that had been burned into her maiden. It was painful, and Florissax held to her and dug her clawed fingers into her lord's back hard enough to draw blood, but she allowed it to happen, trusting her entirely.
Soon, the Tarnished pulled her hand away, and Florissax gasped as her vision returned. The Tarnished pet her cheek, looking incredibly worried, and that look was all the dragonic maiden needed to weep in happiness.
They embraced and cuddled together on the cracked and destroyed ground beneath them, enjoying each others warmth. For nearly a mile along the Cerulean Coast, a new cracked and desolate spot had formed from the result of their maddening fuck.
After an entire night passed of the two recovering, the Tarnished arose and helped her maiden stand. She looked a bit sheepish.
"What is the matter…?" Florissax tilted her head slightly, hand in hand with her lord.
"It's.. I just believe you are the most beautiful thing I have ever beheld," she said with a soft smile, caressing her face.
Florissax lit up at that, smiling and leaning into her hand, sighing happily.
Of course, the Tarnished didn't have the heart to tell her the damage that their session had inflicted upon her. While she had saved her eyesight from being burned out forever or blinded by madness permanently… Florissax's face held several severe burned and charred markings, and some that spread down along her neck and chest, spawning from the radiant sun-like tendrils of light that had emerged from the pure madness of the Tarnished's arousal.
The markings were reminiscent of the permanent burns upon the Tarnished's own body, and it made them even more connected physically.
After Florissax assisted in dressing and armoring up her lord, she redressed herself as well and then bowed deeply towards her.
"Where are we to go now, my lord?"
The Tarnished placed her helmet upon her head and rolled her shoulders, pulling her twisted greatsword from the nearby dirt and looking at her maiden, then to a part of the Cerulean Coast where she could feel a strange sensation emerging from deep below the earth.
"To where secrets lie," she spoke, placing the greatsword over her shoulder and offering her other hand to her maiden. "Let us drive the truth of this land to the surface."
Florissax stood and smiled, taking her hand.
"Together, then."
Bonus Teaser:
Messmer the Impaler gazed out from the top of Shadow Keep, his eyes searching to the south where he had seen and felt such a terrifying presence.
He couldn't quite see what was transpiring at the coast, but it was nothing good, he figured, reminded of the chilling fury of the lord of madness, Midra, who he thought was locked away in his mansion to suffer for eternity.
Deciding that it was not to worry about now, he returned to his chamber and sat upon his throne before the statue of Marika. The scarlet snake slithered out from his body and he caressed it softly, his thoughts on anything except his eternal duties that his Mother had left him with.
…Then the doors to his chamber opened, casting light upon the darkness. He narrowed his eyes and swept a hand across the room, his abyssal flames lighting the candles of the room as he stood to greet the newcomer.
"Ah… It is thee..?"
He gazed upon the armored figure of Rellana, the Carian knight stepping into the room and sliding her twinned light greatswords from their sheathes at her side with a flourishing movement.
"I am surprised my lord remembers," she spoke bitterly, "Someone besides his bastard Mother."
Messmer took a step closer, raising his left arm and causing a spear to appear from his abyssal flames in an instant, grasping it, his serpent hissing and coiling around his arm defensively.
"So.. tis heresy then?"
..And a new confrontation began that would shake the lands forever.
Next Chapter: Penumbral Moon
(Rellana x Messmer)
(A/N: Rellana x Messmer soon? Spooky~)