Sometime in the future
After what was the fucking swamp, a rest and shower where more than necessary thanked be the Lordvessel and its ability to warp, thanks to it the entire crew could rest and have a bath at Firelink Shrine.
Well a bit of pyromancy use here and there and the water was steaming, wonderfully, a bit much for the average human yes, but only undead or worse here to find, the stern stuff they were now with all the humanity inside of them, watching the literal darkness crawl out of there bodies to rework them, reattach body parts and then some, was something special. Right between uncanny valley slime monster and unbelievable interesting regeneration.
Having in-between the girls bathing go and clean the water with his sorcery spells, he had to change one of his attunement slots just for that but no matter, the water remained clean thanks to it so now he had almost the giant as pool for himself, well unless Frampta would show up again and drain the water fucking again, getting clean water was already enough but water in s container that could be heated he would be screwed out of his relaxing bath.
One after the other the girls would leave while he was going over his stored weapons, inspecting what needed repairs, and which of the gals gave him something broken to keep track of, he needed a better source of paper besides oh so often raiding Seaths paper storage, and she herself was getting hard pressed to acquire more.
Oh how would that insane scaleless dragon react once she realized just what was missing from her library and experiments.
The prisoners where accounted for only a few of them Knightesses managed to even get through the first few chains, saying nothing of the cells, commissioning that was hell he could say and the price, the souls from so many beautiful girls he had to take for that, but damn was it worth it.
Silently a girl scantly clad in just towel crept up on him, placing a kiss on his lips, before he even noticed her, to engrossed in being angry over there dismissive attitudes over their very weapons as if they don't gain soul and sentience with time, emotions and blood pooled onto them.
"My lord the others are almost finished with their baths you may now start to get ready.", she whispered into his eyes trying to get a reaction even as she pressed rack onto him, he felt it all as he usually only ever wore a wizards attire. He should fell it and he did, yet even as her body now lush and beautiful with the intake of enough humanity to even bolster her stats itself she had yet to be taken by him, as his personal bodyguard even as she offered herself at every opportunity her own duty came so often in conflict with it.
"My dear master weren't you supposed to keep guard?", usually it was her on guard duty and it would be after him, but him not doing his job jeopardizes everyone, it had to be mentioned and chastised.
"My wards are still in effect so no one has approached the perimeter yet, to my knowledge.", tired and hardly bemused her told her.
"Your wards, those you could have used more often and lessened the work on all of us as we guard your sleeping form?, from his eyes her eyes started boring into him, not that it was much of a bother undead don't have to sleep and only the mentally tired or rather challenged rest at all.
"Well if you want me to burn through my spells so much quicker and have me switch my set up around so that even Laurentia would be more of a threat than me sure.", nothing about the pyromancer from the great swamp was to be taken lightly but it was no secret that nowadays he was more powerful under the right conditions than the rest combined.
She could say nothing about it, only pout how her plans to accompany her lord to an oh so secret place, to "set up" one such words was slashed already and the time they could have taken before the others would even notice, it was one of her long hedged fantasies ever since she first saw her lord please one of his now what were they lovers concubines, brides. No matter she should have been taken already and instead he teases her, with what romancing and giving it to just about every girl that falls in front of him.
Revisiting the demoness at the asylum was bad enough but than taking her and her sister, should have been the nail in the coffin, but no, then they helped capture the silver knightesses who also got a piece of him afterwards. It was infuriating when would it be her turn, she would have his clothes when he would go to bath, the others could share while masturbating over the his scent, so there was that, giving it back presentable enough was harder.
"Anyway thanks for telling me.", he made his way over waiting for the last of them to leave, even as his guard hid the "maidens" bodies from him she exposed her entire back to him, maybe knowing maybe not he wouldn't judge but he was a terrible choice.
"It's empty now, anything we should know or do?", she asked.
"Yes clean your clothes sunless you want to be dirty all over again and do some maintenance on your stuff too.", he scoffed he would bath with his clothes on just to get them extra clean a bit of magic on top and it would shine as if new, let's not talk about the waste any self-respecting sorcerer would find it or even cleric at what he was doing.
A miracle of laundry women and their hard work would have worked so much better, but he made a sorcery nonetheless, simply because he already had a grid for it.
Under the, a strip tease expecting, horny women's gazes he waltzed fully dressed into the impromptu hot spring. Everybody's faces fell as he went out of sight and no piece of his clothes in view on the ground, the would have to make do with roleplay and masturbating to memories, it served as a check mark on how hollow they were.
His own bodyguard stood to the side of the open entrance making sure none of them would disturb her lords well deserved rest even if she herself would like to do so, she made her vows and would keep them to the end and if lucky even beyond.
The whores gazes turned to her but she would show them away, none were dressed for combat besides the casters but hey a jab here or there would disable them fast enough and the fighters weren't willing to give it a go, it was well worth the hassle if it wouldn't come to a direct confrontation, which against Oskara it would always be.
"Damn it all!", was all the crest fallen gal had to say about the situation even as she dressed and armoured up in her old still mostly dirty things, and so did the others all besides the mute, even Oskara prepared her things in case of an escalation of horniness she would be the stalwart guard of her lord.
Soaking in steaming waters in one of the worst places on this world was so relaxing and calming he wasn't thinking. Shutting off as much off his mind as he could while the stress and constant vigilance of the weeks, months or even years in a place where the sun doesn't run time can't be told or consistently measured past and present intermixed melted away once more.
His personality reverting back to the last time he was so blessed as not having to be extra careful or it would spell doom for all, or long lasting repercussions of the moral he kept up as best as he could. Being a quick fuck in a place with practical no man around and women who as much as their mind they might have lost their sex drive continued did have quite a curative effect on them. Too his pleasure until it became a bother, over the constant danger and no knowledge if either partner would still be around the next time. Nothing happened nothing that couldn't be cured as careful as he was, maybe overbearing so but he would allow none of his girls to die on his watch.
He chuckled as he could them girls, even the youngest one among them the daughter of a mighty duchess, practically they duchess appointed by the godqueen her herself, found herself exiled here, well technically a suicide mission but still funny how she was thousands of years old.
If taken calculated multiplicatively she would be at least his age times a hundred, and that was the young sheltered one. Or did she only appear so young because she was so sheltered and this was the past? He had no answers and maybe never would have, time is far too funky even for a mage of his calibre.
One by one the girls got dressed leaving as much of their bottom free as they could, some outfits and armour allowed for it others didn't. Those were then cursed with watching their comrade's in arms touch themselves while trying to stifle the moaning, least Oskara thinks it would disturb Noels rest as often as he rests to recharge his magical might, well he wasn't using it sparingly for them at all.
Mute turned even while dressed to the Crestfallen and gave her a wink, while human her face would stay neutral most of the time rarely comment on anything, when hollowed the helm would stay on, or in combat, after she took that axe to the head, and had to watch even while she twitched and healed how Noels fussed over her stupidity, while helping the process.
Now it was incredible rare before and even rarer after to see her face. So she had an inkling of an idea of what she was trying and it wasn't pleasing her but they all owned each other a few favours, most to Noel which was why the hadn't abandoned that little baby yet, well besides safety of the group, the compassion and, the occasional pity sex they would get when they got needy, but that was embarrassingly enough for everyone to witness.
Elekta wanted to sneak into the baths and she needed a distraction for the splashing water not to alert anybody, brilliant but Oskara needs but a single look inside and she would be thrown out.
With three pats on her puff pussy and Mallora knew she had to help.
"Laurentia on my mark start a fire show", the casters all turned to her, for Mallores to ask of something was rare, not unheard of but still, she asked of a name after accompanying/ after Noel kidnapped and dragged her along long enough for her to stop despairing about her live situation and be actually upbeat sometimes.
Taking her fingers way from her own wet flesh, she inspected the situation and scene, Oskara would never allow it but maybe if she wouldn't know until it was over, hmmm.
"Ok, but way have to agree on who goes next time and on the coming order after, and maybe how we can throw Noel into Oskaras grasp. That way she wouldn't always have to be so strict with everything and relax a bit herself.", Laurentia wouldn't mind demonstrating her might at a place where few things could burn but what would give away the least that something was up.
"What do you say Beatrix, Rhea in case things go south ready to help out?", both casters nodded, their hands wandering to their tools, to help the current situation on their burning flesh, until something else was required of them.
"Mallora you tell us when ok?"
"Sure, but before that we have to make it look like Elekta isn't sneaking around but going patrolling instead, so you girls have time."
Bathing with clothes on was so much more relaxing than one might think at first, oh last time he did that he had a few bloodsucking parasites on him that needed to be suffocated but now it was just relaxing. No thinking just staring the branches of the majestic tree that threw a bit of shade on everything blessed be the dragoness, hehe.
He would stay in the water for as long as it would be hot, and with unruly time that meant everything from now till after this place ceased to exist.
And so the minutes went by, Oskara refusing to give in to her lust, the casters furiously masturbating, in plain view of everyone, none ever said who corrupted them, most were generally tipping on the swamp mage, considering what other filthy things on occasion were said about her, public masturbation over a piss and scat enthusiast that was still far better for the group.
She would always fight any insults and humiliations hurled her way or in direction of the swamp, just never say who corrupted the casters her included. The mage could be stiff and hard to read like board in her mannerisms, and Rhea squirmed too much but still kept her mouth shut about it, some said the little princesses books were the key to it, other tipped on one the fighters.
It was one large betting pool nowadays, with all sides contributing even Noel out of curiosity but he never pursued it, and all were hoping he had the answers.
Slowly but surely Elekta got into position to jump Noel, over the walls more than twice her size, and out of sight of the crows less the gave her away and Oskara having seen her leave with weapon and armour thought she would release some steam, well she wasn't wrong just not in the way she thought.
*snip*
"Lourentia get ready any second now.", the one spoken to slowly turned her head ,too many at once would give it away but for better timing it was allowed.
In her birthday suit Elekta stood over the wall looking at the price she would get for this endeavour, for the hour he would be hers and no one could claim otherwise or fight the guard dog about it.
"So Rhea you ready, to try the combination spell we talked about?", calm and calculation Laurentia would make it a spectacle.
"Yes", what she wanted to say was that she wasn't really ready but stooping her talisman and putting it from between her legs to her chest to pray she was.
A concentrated ball of force left her, it boomed at its creation and would continue to make enough sound and then came the ball of magma, timed from Laurentia hitting it almost perfectly.
It was a modified pyromancy made to splinter and shatter and to send obsidian shrapnel's everywhere, burning how and sharper than most blades, the problem always was to get them to cut anything after the launch as the ball was so easily avoided or just tanked, here it was nothing special. But with the helix of force the splinters would continue to either cut into the target or if stuck already be forced further into the body even as the enemy was hurled around. A bit cruel especially the removal without a designated healer and only effective against those lacking in physical hardness, Laurentia was proud of the combination of the spells nonetheless.
Even Oskara had to put her attention to it and follow the trajectory not that it wasn't going away from Firelink Shrine anyway, but better safe than sorry.
She had jumped and landed her breast around her the poor little baby lamb, it squirmed as it wondered what had sneaked up on it as it was just starting to doze off. There would be no rest for it, it would have to work its hips around the clock if it would go according to her, but she wasn't the herds leading sheep or the guarding dog, no the leader was under her utters now. And soon he would realize what was taking his breath ways literally, while he wasn't undressed yet she was certain he would soon.
Noel was ambushed by something soft, to soft wasn't a sewer slime those steal ways once oxygen even under water and cling onto one until shaken off or you are a skeleton with no more flesh for them to suck of you. Tits it were two bountiful breasts, a beautiful chests he knew it was Elektas chest.
He lunged for oxygen, but couldn't make it to obvious, had to regulate his intake, less the guard noticed. Once enough breathing was done, someone lunged for his kiss, the older mature woman wasn't satisfied with just mixed bathing and her flesh screamed for attention.
A woman a thousand times his age, was ready to pin him to the wall and have her way with him, mute as she was she would give nothing away, her wide hips wanted to be pounded.
For now he had to strip and even during it, both off their mouths couldn't be kept form the other. Both as silently as they could started to explore the others mouth. Kissing even while it slowed him undressing it was no matter. Both standing and with his shoulders freed she started lacing his body with kisses and kiss marks and he returned the favour.
Heat that wasn't from the first flame or the pyromancies burned bright within them. Dragging him slowly while both were entangling themselves with the other, to the opposite end of the pool most removed from Oskara still it might not be enough to keep her from noticing but neither could care now.
Furious kissing started once more even while now she started pulling his pants away, taking the underwear along. It was long, hard and eager, and so was her little secret cave waiting for the brave explorer.
She pushed him to the ground on the steps over the water, he couldn't do anything he was her lesser in all that was physical, no matter what he would try, but she knew he liked it when she used him to relieve her own burning lust.
Standing up she spread herself to show him what he would soon paint white, like he did before, she was all his and at the half way point he would take charge.
Dripping with her lust she descended onto his spear, taking as much as she could all at once, her inner muscles clenched around him already used to his shape, her hips started to move in a welcome rhythm. Pulling his torso closer as one of her hands trailed along his chest, the kissing wouldn't stop just because her hips were descending on his weapon and hips worse than a sledgehammer , the healer could be called over in the worst case, that her strength tore it off.
Her inner muscles tightend around it as her tongue dominated his, weak and trained as she was her first quiver and further tightening were felt by him, doing his best to keep up and remain in control of his emissions he gave nothing but a long moan he tried to supress.
She needed a bit as her sensitivity increased, she coated his lower half in further love juices, now would be the time were it started to be battel over control, she would lose power over time and he would heal and keep in top form to continue.
Slowly raising her hips just enough to not let him out of her, she broke the kiss to compos herself. So he grabbed her nipples and pulled on those hangers, she almost instinctively descended once more, slamming onto the shaft and felling the tingle not slow inside of her, liquid flooded out of her once more.
He would laugh at her display as she gripped his shoulders in fury, her pushed further into her having her momentarily collapse onto him. Her luscious hips and full bosom could always be counted on to keep him going, she knew soon her turn would be over.
Soon she would be nothing but a mess on the ground barely capable of thought, and she will welcome it she wouldn't fight him over what training it would be this week, her itch would be scratched all the more and the more she was moulding herself to please him the more she would get turns compared to the others. In which she could train herself more, and teach him how to please women better only for him to use it on her and her alone truly a devilish cycle she created.
Whispering he said to her "You will love the next part.", she had no idea why or what would come, but as he pistoled away into her she would have no more say unless she wanted this to end.
Even with her back arching and her falling over as the pleasure got overwhelming as she did everything to maximize her pleasure she had her eyes on him, as one of his hand caught fire she wanted to know more.
Would the fires of passion inside of her no longer be allowed to be extinguished? Would she turn into a sexual lunatic as he controlled her bodily autonomy he had her allowance already.
"Now this is a modified version of 'Undead Rapport' so try not to go insane.", she wouldn't both knew it the first part was a forewarning for something bombastic, the second a mockery of his part of how much of a lewd women she had herself allowed to be and become, the joke was on him as he was stuck with this obsessively lewd women who couldn't even tell him how much she loved him and would never be brave enough to write it down for him.
This was Lordran the birthplace of the very gods that enslaved and ruled the world, and then ran from it as everything blew up in their faces, if she died and he genuinely loved her the ways she did him she wouldn't forgive disappearing in front of him never to appear again. Even undead no one was ever safe her in this hell pit, well maybe he and his big sexy brain were as he worked his magic.
She saddled him once more, mostly recovering her form from before, would he boost himself to with 'Iron Flesh' or would he try Guinevere's miracles to grant the barren undead fertility on top of all, he should leave that to Rhea, or those damn snake women he captured or the other Priest, oh why must so many women be around her man.
He was under her captured for the foreseeable future and every kiss and lovers mark she placed upon his chiselled body was assign that he was hers, and not one of the others that tried to seduce him with morally dubious and extravagant acts. She would show them that she was the number one, now she would show him.
The magic came completed in seconds after the warning he just let her ride the aftershocks out of her system so that she could build onwards to the next pleasure high. She had no way to defend her mind or body from it, she wasn't attuned to the aspects of it enough, a blade yeah sure good luck having it penetrate her body, besides down there but that was for only for one blade of a very special person to her.
It landed effortlessly, and as she just moved her body a bit on it, her hips send a single signal to her brain, and the world exploded to her in shimmers of colour, her back ached to the point that her head slammed into the stone on the ground, her body was still explosively cumming from on top of him, and it wasn't in any way an overreaction. Her head broke the stone it landed on, her arms were thrown around randomly, she needed a hot minute to compose herself, regain control of her body, but her connection with someone else wouldn't allow for it.
Even the smallest shocks coming from his penis send her mind over it, her body was a marionette with its strings cut, no blood tickled down her nose but if she would be someone ordinary untrained maybe, like say the of the other girls her lover couldn't be so rough with, yeah their entire world would from then on only around him.
Her legs were now stretched out and she wondered wheatear she should give up and prostrate herself so that her ass would also get some attention, because he wouldn't just let her pussy alone, considering even now she was still cuming onto him, with no sign of a foreseeable stop in sight.
Her mighty breast her turning to either side of her, and he wouldn't have it, she knew what came next and had to prepare for it before he hurt himself, her fingers digging into stone where they found purchase, her foot she embedded them as good as she could unless she wished to have to explain why he was in to pieces, with his blood between her tights to the others.
He wasn't stopping this would be his moment as her body was on its best behaviour she wished she wasn't so easy, all the spell did was make it easier to feel pleasure and in shame she wished she could make him fell what she felt for him in those moments when it was just the two of them.
From head to toe the two of them were covered in her orgasms, a bit of an aggressive splatter made it everywhere considering with how much force she came, the spell barely lasted half minute, with his better rings on it would have been so much worse for her role as the one that started the play between the two of them usually.
Still even now her usual orgasm hadn't lessened, the earth should take her as her lower half betrayed her every thought not wishing to let him go as now her legs locked him to her.
He relished in the controlled she let him have over her all for what kisses and a bit of lip service, he couldn't understand a thing in-between Elektas eyes, not from the way she expressed herself to which particular look she gave him now or why. A women as powerful as her where could he get one, sure he could kill her easily enough with his firepower near of far no one was really safe when he had his staff, but take it and well he had his pyromancies or miracles, he trusted nothing not even himself, not even to always have his staff, he was practicing to channel his souls his sorceries even without staff, spells without catalyst for now a distant dream.
If she wasn't mute her loss of bodily control would have alerted the entire camp and more, she had to be punished for it, and more semen had to be pumped into her and she knew it. She was just smiling as seductively as she could at him, waiting for his hips to get faster, as he composed himself from her latest tightening.
They still had to keep it rather short, couldn't keep the entre group waiting nor be not ready then. Knowing what went through his mind she separated from him, almost rudely pushed him away after the half an hour they played together, a hand went down, to keep her haul from spilling out, it was hers and would stay there, nothing would come of it but still, then she bent over to clean his shaft.
No eye contact was needed for that, so with it done, she stole or rather wrung with her mighty tongue one more load out of him to taste him, thoroughly drain Noel would either need a miracle or a minute, he hoped for either.
The fire that burned in her loins would be appeased with the bounty she took, she only lamented that she couldn't end it with a kiss, in a bed a wish for his well-earned sleep, and so much more but this was the worst place on the whole wide world, and even if she was attached, he couldn't be, he couldn't be allowed to make exceptions for her on the battlefield, order her on safer positions. The group would notice and as much as he loved them in his own ways that he would never even be able to admit and confess it, to warped was his perception. After thick and thin he hadn't noticed her real emotions for him or maybe he had, he could be rather perceptive when he wanted to be, well they were more than fuck buddies, were they lovers maybe neither side could say for certain, hell he hadn't allowed himself to really love or take advantage of his power over them all. Hadn't realized that it wasn't his demonstrated power that made the damsels near him weak in the knees, for they knew he wouldn't use it on them, bloody kid she would tell him if she could talk.
He wished to surround himself with them not out of love but as a safety net, when it came to solitude and need for human interaction he was far too close to big hat Lagna in that regard. The group still owned her thanks that she managed to keep those two from interacting too much. Yet he would never abandon them, even if every single on off them would still have a private adventure before them and not all there live behind them and was here to die in one way or another.
She walked out of the improvised bath through the main entrance, all eyes turned to her, some of the group celebrated her success, Oskaras gaze burned at her even through the visor, the women all wondered why she had her privates covered, only as she took a seat at the bonfire and revealed her treasure did they realize it was to edge them all.
Some wished for her to share it so that all could have a bit of it but no this was hers and if they wanted some they would have to get it from the source, Noel would be far too busy to clean the baths water as that he could see her riling up the group to fall upon him, they all would have to learn. One wanted for her to fall over and die, the virgin knightess, that had yet to settle down and start a family even undead she could try, but sharing would be the least she would have to do, noel wouldn't be hers alone.
The last of it devoured, and as if a spell of depression befell the group, even the guard dog, all were downcast at least a bit afterwards. Some offered a trade in souls but no she wouldn't give it for anything less than Noels safety and now all would try even harder to look out for him or at least a certain part of him. Some of them hadn't had a man in ever before him or one in anything from a hundred to a thousand years at least, calling them hung up and dry was an understatement, they all wanted the fish but there was only one in this whole hellhole they knew going around, so they had to get in line.
Now Elekta had to wonder over who it would be Rhea and her guards in a foursome with him, the swamp caster, the fearsome fragile almost incompetent mage that made fights harder for them, or one of the physical team. Questions over questions, but the Crestfallen looked at her and smiled, a mockery of a smile but one nonetheless.
"Now why would you have so much stone dust on you?", perceptive of her, but she would say nothing not that she could, but her body might give price of it anyway. Some of it was still in her hair from when she demolished the ground, had Oskara nodded off or was she covered by one of them.
Her hands also had some of, barely noticeable but still, as she looked and inspected it so did Mallora notice it, letting out a sweet whistle alerting the others.
"So either he gained a lot of strength or it was just that overwhelming what we heard, that was all your body right?", Elektas eyes narrowed at her nothing more had to be said as even Malloras hands started going lower, but with her armour on she had to get creative on how to scratch it, or beg and get it scratched from him, there was a line waiting and she rarely called in favours. Unlike Noel who wished to get them done as quick as possible, asked what could be done and if not answered with you know, he got what he was told to fetch or he convinced the group on a bit off an excursion. She had to look over her little prophet and it would be just the two of them like in good old times before he got a guard dog, that were good times, they almost died back then.
Now he could obliterate this group that could have kicked any and all threats they faced back then to the moon with ease, hell if they try maybe even the dark moon could be kicked too. Not that Noel hasn't gotten his lovable paws all over the snake girls, with self-esteem issues or that half dragon or the locale crow population, they couldn't keep him out of earshot, and even then an undead gal would sneak into his bath and ravish him, oh good times.
All good times would find there end eventually and so it could happen to this group but oh well, she would enjoy it until then and then disappear alongside it.
Beatrix the second youngest, was till unused to the ways of the undead, and the one most susceptible to turning hollow, well she tried to go up against the four queen on her own as a mage in an environment that would kill her on its own, so she wasn't the most prepared or as knowing as the leader, she tried and if she ever fails its good bye to her.
Mallora a bit of an prick, but deeply depressed but Noel helps that along, he asks just about nothing from her besides not to do things on her own talk to him when she want's something and generally he treats this group of older women, like children that can't get anything done correctly on their own, and he isn't even wrong.
If she knew from day one just what would be required of her she would have gone hollow in the asylum. But then she would have missed out on the butt stuff, and training, then the bodyguards and prisoners and the entire rest she couldn't be bothered to go over, she was exhausted from knowing she wasn't the next and a bit bothered.
Would Mallora manage to get them in line or would it fall to the now overly strung Oskara oh well, a shame that she hadn't seen her face as she walked out the front door.
Minutes later Noel would walk out of the bath, clean and dry, magic was something to be envied no thanks to the heavy investment of souls needed if you aren't gifted, which besides the casters none not even Noel naturally were. The one reason Noel excels at its applications is his boundless creativity the other is the unhuman understanding of the systems limitation and strengths that he plays with when making spells, he explaind it once to them but all here were mostly to struck in their way to ever consider it, which was why he went so good along with Lagna and Eygila two casters that bracke conventions, not to speak of the snake, or Izaliths whores.
Ahh thinking about who she was sharing him with just underlined how little time she would have with him in the end, and it doesn't help how he saved most of them or captured them and kept the group from murdering them. Did he have to be a little pacifist when it came to those monstrous girls?
Well with his appetite, paranoia and maybe world domination was on the table.