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Lyana raised her golden shield just in time as another one of those things rushed towards her, hands extended. It stumbled into Lyana’s metal wall and chomped at the air, desperate to get at the wielder. Its glowing, ethereal gaze burned into Lyana’s stark blue eyes before she brought down her morning star on the corpse’s skull. With a wet crunch, the glow left its sight and it crumpled back to its natural corpse state. The tarnished warrior quickly spun to reassess her situation – little had improved since she last looked. More of the shambling, putrid corpses were crossing the rope bridge to follow behind her. In front, they clawed at the dirt to try and dig themselves out of their graves.
Sluggish and simple as the creatures were, they had been slowly overwhelming her since she had entered Raya Lucaria’s graveyard. One of them had even managed to ambush her when she entered the cemetery. The bite it left hurt less than the fact she had felt her mind slipping as the corpse’s teeth sunk into her. Too many of those and Lyana knew she would have no will or presence of mind to fight back. While she was aware that death would not be the end of her, she had no desire to fight through these things again.
Her eyes continued to wander, revealing the path ahead of her ending in torch light and a passageway out of this dismal place. Grace will guide me, Lyana assured herself before bringing her weapon to bear against the nearest corpse. The single black braid of her hair whipped around as the spikes of her morning star crushed into the thing’s torso. It staggered from the blow and Lyana saw her chance. She dashed forward with her shield raised, pushing towards her salvation.
Blood rushed loudly in the warrior’s ears as she drove through the crowd of corpses. The distinctive thud of metal on flesh reverberated across the grave stones, Lyana’s shield shoving back her attackers. She would not permit herself to succumb to these creatures. Her weapon made practiced and precise impacts to clear her way. The shambling corpses continued to fall before the tarnished as she fought her way to the tantalizing torches lighting her escape.
With ragged breath, she finally emerged from the carnage. The corpses behind her were too slow to hinder her now. Lyana strode toward the stone passageway with purpose and relief before noticing another obstacle in her way. Three, to be accurate. Emaciated and savage-looking dogs gnawed on a fallen corpse in front of the exit. They showed no sign of noticing her but Lyana wouldn’t give them that chance. She rolled her neck and charged.
The first dog yelped as the morning star made contact, dropping before it could fight back. The other two strays leaped back. As the first lunged, Lyana was quick to dodge its maw. She struck it as it flew past her – its lifeless body continuing on a short distance. The final dog circled the warrior with a deep snarl on its visage. Lyana was careful not to be hasty, the dog’s agility could still be her downfall. It barked. It snapped its jaws. Its retreat was too slow. The spikes of the morning star drove deep into the dogs body and it went limp.
Lyana heaved a sigh of relief as she withdrew her weapon. The corpses behind her showed little interest in pursuit, leaving her free to meander into the stone passageway ahead. Exhausted, she leaned against the gray brickwork and took deep breaths. The tunnel’s cool humidity allowed her a moment’s reprieve. Lyana closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the day’s struggles and the momentous task still ahead of her. Becoming Elden Lord would be no easy feat. Especially as she had yet to even reach the capital.
A thought then occurred to her. Patches had mentioned something about an “iron virgin” with the power to transport her to the Erdtree. Whirlwinds of sickles and spiked wheels endowed with a spell of transposition, he had said. Lyana had no reason to trust the man, seeing as how he had attacked her upon their meeting. Nonetheless, a path directly to the Erdtree would be quite helpful and she would be loath not to investigate such a thing.
Lyana huffed quietly before opening her eyes and continuing forward. The iron virgin was said to be sitting at the base of a waterwheel in the academy. A convenient enough location, Lyana thought as she stumbled on a waterwheel upon exiting the tunnel. It was a massive contraption with paddles large enough to stand upon. Each slowly passed by the stone bridge she stood on, riding into the air of the cavern that surrounded her many meters above. As she peered over the edge, she saw it went down a many dozens of meters more. A fog obscured what lay at the bottom, save for the glow of crystals.
The mechanism by which she would reach the bottom safely was clear but curious to the tarnished. The contraption’s strange design made Lyana wonder if it was purposely designed as an elevator as well as a waterwheel. She pondered this as she stepped onto one of the paddles, beginning her ascent. The wheel’s wood creaked with age but it continued to spin effortlessly. As her platform reached the apex and became vertical, Lyana stepped off the wheel onto a nearby ledge for but a moment. She quickly positioned herself on the opposite side of her paddle, ensuring she would safely ride the wheel back down.
The paddle tilted, taking Lyana a little off balance, but she quickly regained her footing. The descent was as smooth as the ascent, the waterwheel providing a gentle sway as it carried her down into the darkness. The crystals below glowed like stars in the fog. However, Lyana noticed a key detail about her descent. There was no ledge to gracefully step off on to. The paddle simply circled back around and would unceremoniously drop her into a wide puddle that had converged beneath the wheel.
Lyana steeled herself as her platform approached the final part of its journey. The fall was short enough that it wouldn’t kill or even hurt the tarnished but the experience was sure to be unpleasant. Her paddle tilted and she felt the rush of air as she fell into the water below. Lyana landed with a heavy splash, water sloshing around her ankles as she recovered from the fall. The tarnished muttered and waded through the chill water to what she hoped was its edge. Though the fog of the cavern made it difficult to see more than a short distance in front of her.
The whirring of metal broke the stillness of the cavern. Lyana whipped her head around to the source but could see nothing in the fog. The sound again echoed off the walls of the cavern. Suddenly, it was followed by grating sound of metal grinding against rock. Its source quickly became clear as a large, iron automaton rushed through the fog towards Lyana. Its spindly arms ended in spiked wheels that were kicking up stone as they ground through the earth in front of the iron contraption.
The automaton's speed was remarkable, considering its massive size, and Lyana barely had time to roll out of the way. It passed her before coming to a quick stop and turning to face Lyana. The construct was over twice Lyana’s height and resembled a statue of a saintly woman atop a large, rolling sphere. As it began to spin its deadly wheels once more, Lyana started to doubt its ability to transport her to the Erdtree.
The wheels whirred as the machine struck out and missed the warrior by a hair's breadth. Sparks flew as her shield met the spinning blades of another attack. Forced on the defensive so quickly, Lyana had few options. Even as she found small openings, her own attacks did little to damage the hardened metal shell of the statue.
Lyana’s opponent relentlessly pursued her as each sweeping attack forced her back further and further. She struggled to defend herself from the onslaught, sweat dripping from her brow. Though even while the machine continued its assault, Lyana had the growing sense it was not trying to kill her. Its swipes were deadly but they could be faster, harder. The warrior could see it in the automaton’s movements.
Her analysis split her attention more than she realized as she stepped back and found her back to the cavern wall. Breath heavy with exertion, Lyana desperately tried to defend herself as the machine toyed with her.
But it was too much.
Lyana brought up her shield to deflect the latest strike of the whirling wheels. The spikes ground against the metal until Lyana could hold out no longer. Her arm was flung aside as the spikes found purchase in the shield, leaving her wide open. The base of the iron automaton flung open two doors that had been hidden seamlessly against its shell. Lyana’s eyes shot wide as several metal, snake-like appendages raced out of the opening and promptly wrapped themselves around her limbs. They squeezed themselves tight, causing Lyana to drop her weapon and shield from the pain.
The warrior struggled and yelled against her restraints, but the mechanical tentacles only tightened their grip. The automaton’s deadly weapons finally came to a halt as Lyana was lifted off the ground and pulled towards the opening in the construct’s body. Strange light and red gas emanated from cavity, serving to strengthen Lyana’s resolve to escape. However, she was rapidly realizing that it was too late.
Grace, guide me. Queen Marika, save me, Lyana pleaded as she entered the construct’s body.
The doors to her new prison shut behind her, trapping her in the confines of the machine. There was limited room to move inside but that mattered little as the iron tentacles still bound her limbs. The strange light continued to emanate, dimly illuminating Lyana’s confines. The gas continued to pour forth from an unknown source as it slowly began to choke the air of the small chamber. Lyana’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape or weakness. Or even simply a way to stop the gas.
But there was nothing. The gas continued to fill the chamber, and Lyana began to feel its effects take hold of her body. Her struggles to free herself waned as her mind fogged. Thoughts of escape felt like a distant dream. As if in reaction to her muscles relaxing, the metal tentacles holding her gently pushed her knees up to her sides and bound her arms behind her back. New metal appendages appeared from the chamber’s walls and began to remove her armor. Slow, deliberate, and practiced, the tentacles undid chain-mail links and ripped at cloth to reveal the skin beneath.
The warrior within Lyana knew she should feel helpless – thoughts deep within her screamed for escape. Yet her body did not fight. The gas washed over her exposed skin and seemed to fill her very pores as a tingling sensation coursed through her. Lyana couldn’t quite place the feeling until one of the tentacles brushed exposed her naked chest. Ecstasy crashed through her at the slight touch.
“O-oohh…” she whimpered. “By the Erdtree. Wh-what is happening?”
Lyana trembled uncontrollably as the tentacles began prodding further, each one seeking intimacy with the captured warrior. Some coiled themselves around her breasts and kneaded roughly. Others began sliding along her thigh, their cold and sensual touch sending shivers down her spine. A warmth spread throughout Lyana as the metal appendages fondled her. Voices within her cried out to resist! To escape! But they were speaking from across an ever-growing ocean of lust.
Her body betrayed her as the gas permeated through her, its intoxicating properties melting Lyana's resolve with every touch. The tentacles caressed her more urgently, pulling at her nipples with increased fervor and brushing across her sex. Their simple yet purposeful movements were drawing Lyana closer and closer to the edge.
“Aahhh… You m-must… Ooo… R-releasssee meee,” she moaned out between ragged breaths.
It was not befitting of an Elden Lord to succumb to such feelings. Even less so to be begging for mercy between whorish moans. But Lyana was no longer thinking like a future Lord. Her thoughts were clouded with the desire for the machine to do more than tease her. Images flashed in her mind of the metal tentacles filling her completely, using each of her holes. Lyana squirmed in the tentacles grasp as she desperately tried to make her fantasies come true.
Tears of intensity welled up in Lyana’s eyes as the construct continued to torment her with pleasure. Her whimpers echoed throughout the confined chamber as her nerves were aflame. The tentacles expertly continued their sensual dance, knowing how to keep her right at the edge of bliss. Her thoughts were only driven wilder by the machine’s denial. Different scenarios flashed through her mind as she tried to grasp one that would finally give her what she wanted.
She imagined herself bucking against the tentacles, screaming in joy as she used them to fuck herself.
She imagined returning to Stormveil Castle naked, allowing the soldiers to use her as nothing more than a cum dump.
She imagined the half-wolf Blaidd, holding her legs behind her head as he drove his massive cock into her.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the tentacle that had been caressing the sensitive areas between her legs position itself to enter her. Lyana looked down and saw the tip oozing a viscous fluid, coating the metal in its slick. Combining with her own flowing juices, the well-lubricated tentacle easily slipped inside as it abruptly thrust. Lust and fire crashed through her.
“OOooOhhH FUCK!” Lyana screamed.
Release after being denied for so long was overwhelming. Alongside the gas, she had never felt such bliss. And she wanted more.
Moving with the same masterful movements as when it was teasing her, the tentacle plunged deep into Lyana’s welcoming pussy. The metal member quickly established a rhythm that worked in tandem with the tentacles still fondling other parts of the tarnished’s body. Her reserved whimpers turned to load moans and mindless groans as she writhed with the tentacles. The automaton was as relentless in its use of her body as it had been in attacking her, never missing a beat as it filled her.
Lyana’s need for more only grew as she gave in. The thought crossed her mind that she had two unused holes. Knowing the construct couldn’t heed her, she begged silently to be used completely. She needed to be filled. She needed the pleasure. She wiggled her ass frantically and stuck out her tongue, trying to invite more tentacles to violate her.
Luckily, the automaton was quick to oblige Lyana’s slutty requests. Tentacles found their way to her inviting entrances, oozing their own liquids before plunging themselves deep. Pleasure washed over Lyana as her ass and throat were stretched. The new tentacles found their pace with the others, fucking her in a masterful fashion. The metal appendage between her lips tasted sweet on her tongue as it spread its thick secretions. Reaching deep inside her, the tentacle bulged her small throat with each thrust. Lyana closed her eyes and savored the sensations while it took the air from her lungs.
The tarnished moaned around the tentacle, thoroughly enjoying being used in her entirety. However, a piece of her still yearned to be set free. A piece of her mind that knew this wasn’t her. Not the moaning, not her grinding, and especially not the desperate begging. She was a warrior, fated to be Elden Lord. But that claim seemed so far away as the gas continued to swirl around her and the tentacles continued fucking her tight holes. Her mind spiraled deeper into an ocean of her own undoing.
Lyana felt herself respond to every touch, every little movement of the tentacles thrusting inside her. Each shameful thought that passed over her seemed to only increased the ecstasy she felt at letting going – letting the automaton take complete control. The tentacles continued to drive into her again and again, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through her. Her heart raced as the assault pushed her closer to another orgasm.
The tentacles' relentless pace began to swiftly increase, eager to dominate their captured prey even further. Lyana shivered with pleasure as her moans rang out from behind the metal cock in her throat – she was so close to release and it drove the tarnished mad each time the tentacles thrust and twisted in her. Tears welled in her eyes as desperation filled her. Lyana wished to beg the machine to let her cum again but between the appendage bulging her throat and the automaton’s lack of empathy, she was sure whatever bargain she offered would fall on deaf ears.
But in that moment, wracked with ecstasy and squirming under the tentacles’ brutal fucking, she was finally granted her wish. Lyana’s orgasm ripped through her. She quivered as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in the bliss she had been silently begging for. And still the tentacles continued their unyielding use of her holes, sending her to climax over and over again. Her eyes rolled back and her mind shattered underneath the pleasure that surged through her.
The more the tentacles fucked her, the less Lyana cared about what she used to be – tarnished, warrior, or fated Elden Lord. She knew she was nothing but a whore for this machine, a slutty plaything to be used and abused. Maybe this construct would have taken her to the Erdtree. Maybe it never had that power. It didn’t matter to her anymore. Only the pleasure mattered. Only her next climax mattered. She hoped she would never be found down here.