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Whatever that spider-like thing it was, it beat his ass.
A nameless Tarnished, passed out after the Grafted Scion swiftly ended his life in a few strokes of its swords, laid on a dirty puddle inside a cavern. When he awoke, he found two flasks sitting in front of him, as if someone had put them there.
No matter what, he still has business unfinished. He is called back to the Lands Between for a reason. A Tarnished like him was called back to this land for one reason: to become an Elden Lord. Death is not a problem for people like him, as Destined Death was removed.
That means he would get his ass whooped multiple times.
Upon pushing the heavy doors, his eyes immediately fixated on the ever-shining Erdtree from afar. It’d be a long and hard journey. However, his nostalgia quickly turned into confusion as he saw a mysterious man in a white mask near a site of grace.
“Oh, yes… Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm?” The white-masked guy asked when he approached, and Tarnished nodded. “Of course you have, no shame in it. Unfortunately for you, however,”
Tarnished cocked his head.
“You are maidenless.”
That hurt more than the Grafted Scion impaling its sword to his chest. Tarnished swore that he felt his heart shatter to pieces, his pride hurt. He has no… maidens. And that was an undeniable fact.
But then, his determination returned, visible in his eyes. He, for some reason, now had another objective in mind.
“Without guidance, without strength of runes, and without an invitation to the Roundtable Hold-
“Where is your maiden, huh?”
“Hmm?” Varre stopped, his fingers fiddling as he averted his gaze. “Ah, well, I…” He, too, doesn’t have a maiden.
“You keep saying I have no maiden! But where are yours!? Where are they? I don’t see them-” A punch to the guts was enough to shut Tarnished up, making him hold his stomach in pain. The white-masked guy, who then revealed himself as Varre, dusted his hands with wide eyes behind that creepy mask. However, Tarnished laughed, knowing that he had won that argument.
So Tarnished learned that grace would guide him to the path he meant to follow, the first of which was Castle Stormveil, where a demigod named Godrick the Grafted resides. Tarnished rose up again, clutching his sword and shield, as Varre had a look of contentment behind his mask. Just another fool, Tarnished is.
Indeed, this one immediately headed to fight a Tree Sentinel head-on, with no knowledge about his enemy. As expected, Varre merely rolled his eyes when Tarnished’s body manifested right in front of him, and again, he instantly grabbed his weapons and went for a rematch.
Again. And again… And again…
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He had yet to kill that Tree Sentinel in that area.
Suffering humiliating defeats, Tarnished laid on the grassy ground after he had found a site of grace to rest. He knew that he was too weak to even fight something like that. He needs power. More power! If only he had a maiden…
A hum escaped his lips when he heard something. Ah, those damn land squirts. Why did he have to rest right beside a body of water, the perfect environment for these gas-pumping fellas? Tarnished tiredly reached for his sword and walked toward it.
Except for one thing, this is weird. Unlike their gray or green counterparts, this one emitted some hypnosis and deep purple-colored gas. And this one is quite small and not living in a pack like he usually sees. He heard some voices, all females, but Tarnished couldn’t care less about those.
A small grin spread across his lips when he delivered a blow to the Land Squirt, which immediately shrieked and died within seconds. He took a step back when its body was about to explode, however, instead of exploding, it lunged at his face and hugged it.
“Ah, get off my handsome face!” Panicked, Tarnished dropped his sword and tried to pry that squirter off his face. Its tentacles just sucked on his skin, no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t seem to get it off. This one must be a parasite; it might be afflicted with Scarlet Rot or something.
After pumping its purple gas into his mouth, the parasitic creature then died, much to Tarnished’s confusion. He didn’t show any hesitation and stomped on the squirter. Noticing that his eyelids were getting heavier, Tarnished slowly got on his knees and laid down on the ground. No worries; even if he dies, he would still come back.
Elsewhere, Melina just flashed Torrent a wary look. This could not be her champion. Imagine dying to a Land Squirt that only reaches your knee.
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When his consciousness returned, Tarnished blinked for a while before groggily sitting up. “Ah, you’re finally awake. You’re a Tarnished, I can see it.” The warrior rubbed his eyes and turned around to face a merchant cosplaying as Santa Claus or whatever. He also realized that he wasn’t near the body of water anymore, but rather a ruin. “Found you napping near a lake. I reckon you were attacked and carried you here.”
Whatever that thing is… Tarnished was horrified by its relentless attack. The merchant seemed like a chill dude, maybe he should consider repaying him by buying something. “I am Kalé. Purveyor of fine goods.”
“I want to buy something.”
“Hah, you know, you should buy yourself a crafting kit. A crafting kit allows you to make basic items on your own. Essentially really, if you-
“Give me that.”
“Deal.”
Quite a deal, it was. Tarnished would need anything that could help him on his journey to becoming Elden Lord. He might not be as strong as Godfrey, so he needed to compensate for his lacking strength: wit! If only he had some.
“Did you drink some potion last night? ‘Cause I occasionally saw you glowing purple while I was riding my horse.” Tarnished shook his head, and Kalé just presumed it was a hallucination. “Ah, get going then. And survive. Every customer counts.”
With that, Tarnished went on a journey again. Despite having thought to himself that Land Squirt last night was harmless since he felt no physical changes, Tarnished still felt some… disturbance in some places. He didn’t feel stronger or faster, but he just had a feeling.
After slaughtering a bunch of soldiers, Tarnished followed nature’s calls. Finding himself a bush, he slowly undid his armor and pulled his pants down. Nothing unusual until he looked down… to see a really big penis. His big penis.
His eyes widened in shock at his own size. He didn’t remember his penis being this big. This must be nearly or twice as big. He knew it! He knew something was wrong with his body after that thing latched on his handsome face, or so he would like to call it. Eventually, his shock soon turned into bliss as he began to give his dick a few strokes.
This change… he liked it!
Maybe he could pull some maidens with this second sword.
Take that, Varre! He’s not gonna be maidenless anytime soon!
“Greetings. Traveller from beyond the Fog.” Upon hearing a feminine voice from behind, Tarnished hastily pulled his pants up again, albeit a little clumsy and partially done, but it still concealed his semi-erect penis enough to hide it from the woman’s view.
Turning around with a cocky smile, Tarnished seemed surprised when he noticed she just appeared with that glistening effect. Peculiar, but what is not weird about the Lands Between?
“I am Melina.” She came to sit down beside him and removed her hood, revealing quite a- no, a very beautiful face underneath. “I offer you an accord.” Melina noticed it too… The scent of the Tarnished she had just chosen. Something… erotic. Clearing her throat, Melina watched as Tarnished plopped down on the ground and folded his legs.
Huh, let’s just hope Torrent has chosen wisely.
“Have you heard of the Finger Maidens? They serve the Two Fingers, offering guidance, and aid, to the Tarnished. But you, I am afraid,”
Tarnished had a look of horror on his face.
“are maidenless.”
The second time, he got called maidenless. Great! Is the Lands Between going to remind him that he has no maidens for the rest of his life!? Tarnished almost slapped his own forehead in disappointment, yet, Melina remained calm.
“I can play the role of maiden.”
Huh?
“Turning runes into strength. To aid you in your search for the Elden Ring. You need only take me with you. To the foot of the Erdtree.” She held out her hand as an invitation. Taking it, and he would have her as his maiden. Tarnished had a look of hesitation, thinking about how sudden her arrival was, but nonetheless, he gladly took it.
“Let my hand rest upon you, for but a moment. Share them with me, your thoughts, your ambitions, the principles you would follow.” Melina now was sure of it. That fragrant scent was coming from him. So tempting, so… sinful. Her one eye closed as she run her fingers across his palm, subconsciously leaning closer.
The closer she leaned, the stronger the scent seemed to be, and it captivated a girl like Melina. She was never one to be very interested… carnal desire like this, yet, somehow this Tarnished mesmerized her. Tarnished waited for a surge of strength to wash over, instead, he felt her hand pressing on his thigh instead.
Opening his eyes, Tarnished’s eyes widened in surprise when her lips pressed again his. It was pretty much out of nowhere, to be honest, but Tarnished truly didn’t mind at all. Little did he know, this marked the first step of his grand journey to achieve maidens.
Her hand on his palm soon left and traveled to his cheek. The kiss deepened, and Tarnished wrap a hand around her waist and pinned her down to the ground. Their lips still weren’t separated, and that needy lust seemed to increase as Tarnished reached for her breast. Giving them a light squeeze, Tarnished pulled out to give her a moment to moan and breathe before he shut her up again.
The faint purple hue began to glow on his back as her robe was taken off, and Tarnished’s hands began to move down toward her nether region. In all honesty, he had no idea why she was offering herself to him, but he paid that no mind at all. He grinned as Melina wrapped her arms around his back and urged him to take off his armor.
Obligating her order, Tarnished quickly loosened his stupid armor and pulled his pants down, earning a short gasp from Melina. That Squirter certainly did something nice to him once. His dick twitched in excitement, its tip tapping against Melina’s smooth cheek. It reeked off a bad smell, but she still wanted it.
“It’s a maiden’s duty… my duty to tend to you…” Tarnished gave her a cheeky smile, encouraging her to do her work. He put his hand on her scalp and slowly pushed it down to have his length engulfed by her mouth. It’s quite a sight to see for Tarnished, a maiden on her knee sucking him off while he glanced down at her.
Warmth coated his shaft as she bobbed her head repeatedly. Her lips couldn't even reach the end unless she had to push it down deeper in her throat. This Tarnished was neither promising nor strong, and yet, Torrent still chose him. Melina didn’t get any idea why or how, but all this one has is an oversized phallus.
Perhaps, this is his greatest weapon?
Melina could feel it twitching again, thinking that it is getting larger. That should not be possible at all. Her breasts bounced along with her head, and Tarnished had a hand on them to affirm a grip. They were soft to the touch, not as large as he had expected, but big enough for his hand to grasp on them.
Melina clearly has no experience in this type of duty, but neither does he, so Tarnished didn’t ask much from her. His main goal is still to become Elden Lord, however, his secondary wish might just be something else selfish, like… having as many maidens as he can.
His thought was cut short when he felt a sensation building up inside of his penis, and his hand went from holding her hair to grabbing it. Melina winced at the sudden pain but kept going on, using her hands to stimulate him further. As soon as he started groaning, Melina was suddenly given a yank and pressed her lips against his pubic hair, and her mouth was filled with some sticky, hot liquid.
After his orgasm was over, Melina hastily pulled away and tried to spit out the contents, coughing profusely. This… white stuff is stinky as hell! Melina couldn’t even bear his reeky… liquid in her mouth. Shaking her head, Melina looked up at him with a straight face, wiping off any sperm on her lips. Tarnished, with a satisfied look on his face, came to sit down next to her and patted her thigh.
She flashed him a neutral expression, but her burning cheeks had already betrayed her. “I bequeath to you this ring. Use it to traverse great distances. It will summon a spectral steed named Torrent.” Acting cold as she always was, Melina didn’t bother to mingle with him any longer, for she almost strayed from her path due to lust.
Tarnished received her gift and nodded. Just then, Melina stood up from her seat and left, telling him to treat his mount with respect. Once again, he was left alone in the middle of nowhere at night, and he let out a groan as he planted his face on the ground. Well, that blowjob he received was nice.
For now, he has two goals in mind.
The throne… and lots of maidens.
“Varre… Just so you wait!”