Back in 2019, I made a piece with the same title as this and I’ve been eager to return to it since. This however, is something of a redux/re imagining of that particular piece and I’ve even written a story from the POV of the Fire Keeper to accompany it too. I’m a big fan of the souls games and I do so enjoy recreating the dark and gritty world with a sexy twist where I can.
I hope you enjoy this release and the fun little romance I’ve created here. Onward to Elden Ring!
The Ashen One returned today as she always did. Ever silent, ever stronger and with the blood of her enemies still fresh upon her armor. Directly to me she would come, her humble Fire Keeper and loyal servant in her quest to link the flame. To her knee she would take before me, in silent prayer as I eased the burden of souls upon her through prayer of my own.
Today was different. Upon the end of prayer she approached me, taking my hand in her large rugged one. Deeper into the annals of the shrine she led me, to depths that not even I had gone before. Darkness enveloped its far reaches and I could sense it all around me, yet in the presence of the Ashen One I felt no fear for my safety. A small bonfire warmed a place far down, where a bedroll lay with some supplies. She had taken me to her place of rest.
She had not brought me here to break words, that was not her way. Yet I had grown attuned to her wants and needs through our growing connection of late and I sensed the desire she had in her heart. She had chosen me to be the mother of her heir and I was duty bound to accept that honor.
Yet it was not entirely of duty and oath, I am ashamed to admit. For all my duties and prayer, I am still but a mortal woman with womanly needs. I invited her lust upon me with open arms, a thing of which she had in abundance towards me as well.
We broke no words as she undressed me of my robes and garments. She did not remove my headpiece nor her helmet as she lay me down by the fire. Such a brutish, muscular and barbaric woman lacked grace in the making of love. Yet her way of making love was no less effective or less pleasurable, perhaps it was even more so in a way.
While I knew she intended for me to carry her child, she carried deep lust within her. She had no intentions of rushing things and I didn’t want her to either.
Shamelessly did my legs open wide for her and eagerly did she thrust herself between them. My pleasured cries must surely have carried back to the main hall where the others lingered, yet I did not care. I was not beholden to their opinions of me or the way in which I conduct myself. I answer only to the Ashen One.
That barbarian of a woman took great interest in the use of my backside. I wondered if perhaps she had entered it by mistake in the heat of passion, yet my attempts to correct it to my nethers were met with disapproving grunts from beneath her helmet and several smacks to my rear. The pain was almost too much at first, yet upon emptying a flask of estus over her loins and my rear – there was oddly pleasure to be felt from the use of such an orifice.
Hours had passed and still my barbarian sought pleasure with my body. Her unyielding stamina had left me in awe and shivering in pleasure upon the stone floor more times than I could count.
She dismounted me and rolled me onto my back beneath her. Her huge muscular legs pushed my thighs apart with frightening ease as she took me as a man would take a woman – face to face with intent to seed.
Brutish thrusts had given way to gentle and precise ones. I felt close to her at this moment, as if I were with a lover. Though I lack the eyes to see, I could feel her heart and it had softened like a flame on a windless day.
I could not help but wrap my legs around her form as her cup runneth over inside me. The white hot seed of life poured into me in an amount that I doubt even a man could provide in a single night. What came next, I had not expected.
As her seed lay claim to my senses, I heard the dragging of metal against rough and rugged skin. My barbarian had slid up her helmet to just above her nose and lowered her chest to press against mine. Her naked lips found their way down to my own as she gently pumped every drop of her seed inside me. That kiss... it lasted a short amount of time in reality, yet between our souls it lasted an eternity.
It was then that the Ashen One did another surprising thing. She spoke. A single word whispered quietly to me upon the end of our first kiss. “Wife.” She had spoken so intimately to me, I nodded in approval and acceptance of it – though part of me wondered if she was asking a proposal or telling me that I was her wife now. It mattered little either way, I was honored to take such a place at her side.
As I travel now at the Ashen One’s behest, we head towards the Temple of the Darkmoon for our ceremony to be wed. I witness her prowess in combat along the way and her dutiful protection of her soon to be official wife as we proceed through darkened lands filled with horrors. Yet as I did when she first led me into the annals of the shrine, surrounded in darkness. I did not feel fear at her side.
I rest my bandaged and burned hands across my womb protectively as I follow her lead and I feel the embers of a new flame flickering within. An heir for the Ashen One. Yet I suspect that she or he will have many brothers and sisters before too long.
I shall be a dutiful wife and proud mother of her children. Even past the day she links the flame.