บท 214: New: Ranni(Elden Ring)
(Note: Since I really love this game, I'll give you another smut about it.)
Warning: Contains Spoilers!
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Description: Your work for Ranni has not gone unnoticed; you are now consort to a goddess, and she is happy to reward you at the end of your tiring journey with what you deserve.
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Ranni's presence looms over you under the glow of the moon, four hands all moving to peel away your clothes. "You, who have carried this burden. This age could not have come without you and without your commitment to my word. I never imagined, when I set mind to action so long ago, that heeding my words would be so fitting and so exceptional a tarnished as you. My beloved consort, it is time for us to consummate a marriage that shall transcend the stars and the night sky itself." Four hands can move quickly; she pulls off each piece with the first sign of impatience you've seen out of her in the entire time you've been with her; she wants something now, and she is out to get it.
Your armor and your clothes come away. As you lie back on the ground, it feels like the earth behind you is gone, like you're floating atop clouds. The darkness around you of a night sky blacking out the once-radiant light of this land feels comforting, and the pale light of the moon casts a glow across the blue skin of Ranni's body, the form of a doll en route to surely recreating what she once was. Looming beside her face is the ghostly impression of another face of Ranni's, the blue silhouette of magic outlining her presence, following her mouth in every motion and every word.
"My dearest consort, you will receive endless rewards for your faith in me, I promise you this." Her hands squeeze tighter against you. she has you undressed now, and as she leans forward, she comes in from the side rather than straight down, which almost feels unexpected and surprising until her tongue pushes out of her mouth and you feel not only it but the tongue of the spectral magic face that looms over your lap now caresses up the other side of your dick. You let out a shocked hiss from the sheer surprise of it, the force of shaky heat and fascination that climbs suddenly up from deep inside of you and brings on something you feel absolutely powerless against now.
Ranni's mouths are ready to serve, with the tongue of her natural form being something more expected, surprisingly wet and realistic coming from the doll that lies before you. But her other face brings on a different sensation. It's cold and icy, leaving behind an almost minty tingle with each caress, making your head spin and bringing about a sway of deep hunger that doesn't give you much time to think about what's happening, only to pursue it shamelessly. You groan and writhe in acceptance of the pleasures quickly raining down upon you, rushes of sweet, sinful satisfaction. The pleasure is swift and it is overbearing, but you feel prepared to give in to whatever calls out to you now, the passions setting you down deeper into a lull of fascination and want.
Her hands grasp your thighs and your cock, holding onto you more firmly than one person should be able to while her mouths lap at your cock, moving with motions that intentionally seek to praise you with both mouths wherever she can. Underneath the stars, she is in her element, natural grace and devotion shining through in everything she does amid the dizzy fever and joy of pushing to take you further. The pleasure is unreal, fascinating in its intensity and its temptations, and your desire to slide deeper into it getting to you, making for pleasures madder and more demanding by the second, keeping you lit up and engaged with whatever it is she wants. Ranni's attention and her desire to please you wear down to the very core of what you're giving in to.
This isn't what you thought would happen when you first agreed to aid her. None of this is, but as you twist beneath her touch and progressively accept more and more of the pleasures that it offers you, you feel like a dizzy mess deliriously changing inevitability, certain that everything you want is pushing you now to the limit of sense, and all you need to do is keep advancing into it, keep accepting that she can make you feel good and that Ranni is a great upgrade over the crumbling corpse of Marika as a wife to take in pursuit of divine power. For more than a few reasons that are blatant to you now.
The mouths don't let up on your cock. Ranni works with desperate fire to praise you, and the contrasting sensations of the two tongues at work on your shaft bring you the strangest sort of dual pleasure, sensations rising hotter through you and bringing with it a senseless sort of excitement, a pleasure that you don't know exactly how to deal with in its escalating push deeper, but which you feel like you have to go along with, have to lean into while giving up completely to what she's asking of you. It's the only way forward for you now. The squeeze of her hands and the tug against your body all wear you down harder, and the pleasure feels like it's all building to a sweetly wicked and depraved height that you can't make any sense of, a desire that forces you ever deeper into ruin and excitement. There's no end, there's no hesitation. There's only you and Ranni, twisting in pleasure together.
The heat builds stronger. Your cock aches in desperate excitement under the wild feelings of what her mouths can provide. Everything Ranni does is driving you deeper into erratic fire, into passions you just have to embrace, and each step of the way, it feels hotter, feels better, feels like a rush of passions that leave you with no time to think straight, but you are so happy to let it take you to the limit. "Ranni," you groan, feeling yourself draw closer, and in turn, her hands squeeze tighter against you, the pleasure escalating and aching, bringing with it so much pleasure and heat and frustration that feel too good and too senseless to be real. But there it is, burning so real, so hot, and you just can't fight it. You plunge into the depths of weirdness, savoring what it offers you and craving the sweet release of just giving up.
You cum hard, cock pulsating and splattering across the vibrant blue of her porcelain skin, your seed moving right through the ghostly outline even while its tingly caresses keep coming, leaving questions and confusions in its wake, but you're much too deep into this now to be abler to contain this or control yourself now. You give up to it, marveling at the weirdness and the satisfaction and the sticky mess you leave on her, but the satisfaction is unreal.
"You enjoyed, that my consort," Ranni says, pulling back and finally speaking to again. "This body can bring you pleasure. Imagine what greater pleasures I can give you when I am no longer shackled onto to this doll." She purrs and crawls up over you. "Will you find more pleasure when I have a restored form? Or is the ecstasy of our souls entwining what you wish for?" She lifts her dress, and much like her mouth, there is a perfectly puffy, slick pussy between her doll legs. She carries such potent magical power that you don't question it or worry about the possibilities that this offers.
"I just need you," you say, finally breaking your silence with a shaky gasp.
"Truly, the ideal lover." Her body comes down upon yours. She sits proudly atop you and wastes no time beginning to bounce and indulge in your body, pumping up and down in a fit of desire and heat, of a greed that doesn't leave you any time to hold back. "What a reward I have become for you. Indulge in me. Lose yourself to me while I ride you through the stars toward our new era of cold and vastness." Her hips move quickly, and if she intends to ride you through the stars like this, you can't exactly argue. This feels like a good way to travel. Her pussy squeezes down around your cock, not as warm as it maybe should be, but slick and soft and clenching down around you with a quivering need that feels perfect and intense, feels just like it should. Just like you need. It's intense and demanding, and you feel ready to slide into the possibilities that transcend any sense or reason now.
Every motion of Ranni's body is set and certain. She's dedicated to this, but she moves seemingly with a full commitment toward your pleasure. She doesn't moan, she just looms there, moving with an unsettling steadiness and forward attention. "Worry not about my pleasure," she says so immediately after you think about it that it's a bit disconcerting, but it sweeps your concerns right away. "All I wish for, I have. In this body, I may help you, and in time, I will find my won satisfactions. All I wish for now is to consummate our marriage beneath the moon as it protects us forevermore from the sun." Her body moves with quickening haste, vigor, and a passion that definitely shows off an inclination toward something, even if it's not toward her own pleasure.
The steadiness of her voice through all of it is a bit disconcerting, that same air of utter confidence and steadiness that overwhelms just about everything she says and does, but it's all building up hotter and quicker, pulling you into the sweet thrill of losing yourself. The blue of her doll body glows brighter under the starlight that seems to grow more luminous as the sun is choked out so completely. There's no holding back the pleasure now, no containing the grandiose spectacle of giving yourself up so completely to what's taking you. You remain lit up in fascination, watching everything Ranni does with an awestruck sense that you are witnessing something transcendent now. Her efforts are all for you, and it's hard to want to pull away from such deeply reverent attention while you fall so much deeper into fascination and joy, while you give in so deep to these pleasures.
Together, everything writhes and rocks and aches its way toward a conclusion that feels too mad to hold onto. There is no pleasure that you feel you can possibly contain here, just the burning thrill of giving so fully to this all, letting it urge you deeper, and accepting it. She may not be moaning, but you sure as hell are, twisting hotter under the weight of her attentions and finding that you can't possibly hold back the excitement that burns now through you. Your hips rock upward, and you groan out, "My queen," with such shaky delight.
"Your goddess," she corrects. Her body heaves faster, hands gripping tighter to you. "The stars are our kingdom, and together, we will ascend. We will be the shepherds to an age where the very power of souls spreads across the vastness of space and we fill its emptiness with our new order. An age we shall reign over eternal. Enjoy my body as much as I shall enjoy ushering the spirits of those departed through our new kingdom and its endless expanse." The weaving of mad pleasures through a senseless and greedy push deep bring about pleasures almost too mad and chaotic to help, raw delirium pulling you now to succumb fully to the pleasure of giving in to whatever she asks for and anything she wants.
It's with a hot, hopeless gasp of joy that you cum inside of Ranni. Her hands grip you tighter, and pleasure washes harder over you, sending you into a fitful mess of satisfaction you can't possibly help. You unleash every drop of cum you have waiting into her while she holds you tightly, and if you just flew off and she began to bounce atop your lap on your way to another planet, you would believe it. There's nothing beneath you now. You feel weightless and ecstatic, the pleasures of giving in transcending orgasm and transcending the world you've known. Ranni's will is what you've given yourself to, and whatever mysteries yet await in the truth of her new age and what being the Lord of such an age truly means.
With the faintest laugh, she says softly, "This body may not be real, but I'm certain you have found purchase inside of me. When my form is renewed, we shall have more, I'm sure. Until then, my consort, this doll may be whatever you wish it to be. This body has served more purposes than it ever should have, and soon there will be no need for it unless you wish for life to be left in it for your own amusement.
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