Tarnish Me (F/GM4A/GM)

A cold, muddy foot pressed against her neck, pushing up on her chin, forcing the back of her head into the mud of Liurnia, preventing the dark-haired woman from looking at the beast that towered over her prone form. Flora’s breaths were coming quickly, out of fear, out of horrified expectation—the Revenants had made her flee before, they had knocked her unconscious before, they had even killed her before (though her Grace wasn’t stolen, as only another Tarnished can put her to rest forever), but being ambushed by wraith callers, her helmet ripped off, and dragged into the Laskyar Ruins to be made into the revenant’s prey was new.

The revenant that towered above her was new, too. Maybe it had been recently grafted—the stench that followed these beasts was absent, which would be explained by a recent creation—for while the beast’s flesh was cold, it’s far-too-many-limbs attached to at least three torsos were as dexterous as they were strong, casting her sword, still sheathed, aside, peeling back the plates of her armor with ease, baring her flesh to the cool, foggy air of the Liurnia.

While all of that was some sort of an explanation for why she thought it was new, it was unsatisfactory from any sort of analytical standpoint. It was another factor that led Flora to suspect its recent grafting—the revenant had a sort of sexual vigor that none of the others had, with at least three penises sporting obvious blood flow—two of which were sticking out at awkward angles, but one of which was placed far enough up its body that it could lay its lower half down in the mud and force its upper half upon her.

Flora was afraid, but she had become nihilistic in the past weeks of her exploration of the Lands Between. The woman had been slain several times, having her throat ripped out by wolves; being pushed off of a cliff by a dive-bombing giant bat, and being stabbed by a magical mining tool in Caelid’s mines after opening the wrong chest in Limgrave, to list but a few. This was also not the first time that she had been raped—for she had been indulged upon by the Soldiers of Godrick multiple times, usually as a group, and even a troll had deemed it necessary to use her once, a short but harrowing few minutes that left her to die where she was dropped by the troll once he had fulfilled himself.

Whatever bitter reverie the woman was having, however, was cut off with the feeling of a cold, dead hand on her bare breast, squeezing gently at first, like some cruel imitation of a lover. It pressed down on her chest, forgoing any gentle touch, the stitches from where the fingers had to be re-sewn all too obvious as the coarse string dug into her bosom. The skull of the beast leered down upon her, eye sockets sunken, mouth agape, the skin ready to slough off at a moment’s notice.

Another hand slipped down, grasping at Flora’s hip, pressing down, squeezing just as firmly as the one that bruised at her breast. A foot and a hand pried her thighs apart, the former pushing with its heel and the latter letting its jagged fingernails dig into her luminous skin. Altogether too many grasping hands or pushing feet found their way to her body.

The woman’s eyes opened to a golden glow before her. Her gaze slipped down to her body, prone in the dewy grass of the lake’s shore, clothed in armor once more. Flora Reuss sat up slowly, grimacing, as she reached for the shield that laid beside her. Another day…

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Hey! As I am sure you can tell, I am in a bit of an Elden Ring mood. While this prompt is unfinished so far, I figured I would post it to get a judge of interest–and hopefully find an impressive partner to roleplay something like this out with–either a sort of GM to help guide Ms. Reuss through her misadventures or someone that Reuss could maybe adventure with, with both of us acting as GMs. Alternatively, I am sure I could be convinced to play the GM, with your character encountering a maiden or two to keep around in his adventures, maybe a Radahn pleasure-toy, or all sorts of other options.

I would like this to have story as well as smut, though the ratio is up for discussion; personally, after playing a bit too many hours of Elden Ring recently, I want to get back into a bit of roleplayed combat that will result in Flora being defeated, held down, and violently fucked, if possible.

My kinks for this are many and bordering extreme; I would be happy to see cum play, vomit, musk, nipple play, crying, oral, spitting, slapping, humiliation, degradation, facefucking, facials, and large amounts of cum. Furthermore, I would particularly love to see realism (despite the slight suspension of belief from a fantasy world) at work, as well as non/dubcon, roughness (as a general requirement), and literacy (sexy writing is sexy). While snuff is an option, it is by no means necessary!