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The Tarnished was prowling along the outskirts of mistwood, chest emblazoned with fresh blood from rune bears and the like. He had just felt a particular influx of energy after clearing a group of them, their lifeblood being an essence for his crimson flasks. His muscles shook, taught, his mind still fogged in a heavy bloodlust. His keen senses detected a human holler atop a large curving hunk of ruin.
“Hello? Is anybody there? Someone who might be interested in rescuing the great Kenneth Haight? Servant to the true Order, and celebrated repudiator of the false! O Erdtree! Grant me succour!” The distinguished voice called naively. His body carried him behind the noble before he himself realised. The noble, who proclaimed himself Kenneth, began to shift anxiously, aware or not so aware of a very close-by presence. The Tarnished rose to his full towering height, peering down upon Kenneth’s nape, obscured by soft lustrous blonde hair. The Tarnished’s heavy breath blew upon it, Kenneth positively jumping out of his robes at the sensation.
“My word..! What were you thinking, sneaking up like that?” he yelped, taking in The Tarnished’s appearance; positively drenched in blood, torso scarcely clothed, head helmeted. He was eyed with wariness, and a guarding hand lingering near Kenneth’s presumably insulted nose.
“Succour…” The Tarnished murmured, causing Kenneth’s eyes to narrow. The Tarnished felt scrutinised, like Kenneth was scouring for a sign to trust him.
“Yes. I, Kenneth Haight, am in a great need of help from a most… venerable warrior.” he began, his eyes remaining on The Tarnished’s bare chest with still-drying blood. “My fort has been overtaken by the most troublesome scoundrels.”
The Tarnished nodded, acknowledging the noble's ails. Kenneth met his intense gaze momentarily, before flitting to his chest again, and then to the ground.
"Ah, you've come to lend me your aid, have you? Well, that's very kind, but, um... No, no. Th-the help is very much appreciated. Even from a Tarnished. Despite appearances, nobility is no prerequisite to serving the true Order. You might have heard of me. Kenneth Haight. Next in line as the rightful ruler of Limgrave." He trailed off, shrinking and wrinkling his nose.
“Sure. Lord Kenneth Haight.” The Tarnished drawled, intruding far into his personal space and angling his head lower to Kenneth’s. He responded by turning his head further away from the Tarnished.
“It lies to the south, beyond the Mistwood. A Knight commander from Stormveil took it. A fool, and plumb mad to boot. Simply obsessed with blood!" Kenneth nervously dispatched. The Tarnished stood unflinching at the warning, remaining confidently chest-to-chest with the noble. Kenneth then finally stepped away, re-instilling his noble authority within.
"What are you waiting for? A kiss goodbye? My fort lies to the south, beyond the Mistwood. Take it back for me.”
Silence.
Kenneth looked incredulously at the Tarnished, wondering if he’d turned into a statue or something of the sort. He sighed as his mind crawled upon an answer.
“Oh I see. You wish to know the reward? Fret not, the great Kenneth Haight is known for his considerable largesse. The celebrations will be lavish indeed, upon the dawn of my fort's retrieval." he said, managing his most marvellous smile.
“...Looking forward to it.” The Tarnished said with smug joviality.
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The lonesome battle to reclaim Kenneth’s fort was, admittedly, an annoyance. Ducking and weaving around demi-humans, Godrick’s soldiers, rats, and even a mad pumpkin head. He did not underestimate the final enemy, the perpetrator towering over the chaos. As Kenneth said, he held immense bloodlust. The Tarnished heard his shuddering breaths from underneath his tall helmet when The Tarnished’s bare chest was sliced, a small crimson trail leaking down over his front. It was to the extent that the maddened knight had doused his long blade in his own blood, before flourishing it sharply, a beautiful arc of scarlet flying off as an attack.The Tarnished almost felt sad, killing such a kindred spirit.
Torrent couldn’t track back to Kenneth faster.
He still remained expectantly atop his stone arch. His eyelids fluttered in dismay when the Tarnished approached with enthusiasm.
“It has been retaken.” The Tarnished said simply, holding out a talisman that the knight commander had on his person. Kenneth removed his arms from the defensive stance he was in, and grasped the talisman feverishly. "Hm? What's this, kind sir? Remarkable! The Knight Commander, dead. Already! A blessing, if ever I chanced upon one. Fine work, I say, fine work, indeed. I doubt that it was your intention, but the deed is done, and I commend you. Now, this is your reward. Go on, it is yours for the keeping." Kenneth rambled, digging reaching into his robes and retrieving a shiny golden dagger with the an erdtree emblem engraved into it. It was far too puny of a weapon for the hero to ever consider using, but its fine quality would bring him some form of value.
“Thank you, sir… now, I imagine the festivities will be grand.” The Tarnished cajoled. Kenneth acknowledged this with a hum, seemingly getting lost in the imagery himself.
"Right then. Time for me to head to the fort. I've much to do. First I'll have to reestablish communication with the demi-humans.” Kenneth listed, rubbing the fuzz on his chin. The Tarnished leaned forward, cocking his head slightly. Kenneth narrowed his eyes at him, turning his body away from him petulantly. “What's that look? You don't believe me? Well, under the Erdtree, commingling with the demi-humans is made possible. Even the vulgar shall not be left behind, under the rule of true Order. Which is why I, Kenneth Haight, next in line as the rightful ruler of Limgrave, have sworn to uphold it. Just you watch, my friend. Just you watch." Kenneth proclaimed, urging a low laugh from The Tarnished.
He left the lord alone for that day.
The Tarnished sought out Lord Haight once again on a sweaty afternoon, after a particularly taxing morning. He had been seeking some entertainment from the noble in the form of his cute inflated ego, but he had found the Lord positively downtrodden, his royal heinie resting on a dirty crate. As he drew near, Kenneth met him with a forlorn face.
“Oh, it is you…” he said slowly, with a wrinkle of his nose. “I’m afraid I cannot assure you of any of the luxuries I had promised. I had wished to knight you previously, but I am not fit to do that whatsoever. So, please, tell me what I can do to make it up to you, or just… take what you please.” Kenneth sighed.
“What I want from you is far simpler, Lord Haight.” The Tarnished said reassuringly. Kenneth lifted his head and gazed at him in waiting.
“Bathe me.”
The request had initially taken Kenneth aback, but as he pondered the idea of it, he realised he could very well give The Tarnished a good bath. It was the one thing in the castle he could still boast about, so he took every opportunity to. And- The Tarnished’s odour was something Kenneth found difficult to tolerate. This was turning out to be beneficial to the Lord.
Kenneth watched the whole process, from The Tarnished untying and unclasping armour from his beaten body, to him sinking and hissing at the suds seeping into his wounds. The Tarnished was by a great amount larger than Kenneth, so his slinking into the warm water caused the water level to rise too much, splashing loudly on the stone floor. Kenneth had admittedly been ogling his body too much to realise The Tarnished had not removed his helmet. It shone greater than the other skimpy bits of armour he wore, totally unblemished. It piqued his curiosity.
He snuck up to the tub in the middle of the stony room, and remained behind The Tarnished.
“Why, what are you hiding from me, my friend?” Kenneth cooed. “You must present your lord with your expression.” and despite his confident words, his hands were shaky as he moved to grasp the helmet. The Tarnished made no action to stop him, so he proceeded. The helmet popped off and a tuft of dark tangled hair fell down The Tarnished’s neck in a matted ponytail. Kenneth gently moved some stray hairs from the front of his face. The Tarnished finally turned around, a happy questioning look on his visage. His face was chiselled, ungroomed, and enthralling to Kenneth.
Kenneth drew back startlingly fast. He mumbled something about preparing The Tarnished’s quarters and scuttled off in long sweeps of his robes. He heard a loud splashing sound out behind him. Suddenly, he was entrapped in The Tarnished’s arms. The soapy water seeped into his robes, sending a shiver down Kenneth’s spine, shooting directly to the crotch flush against his backside.
“Is my visage pleasing, My Lord?” The Tarnished whispered. Kenneth refrained from answering, merely releasing a long-held breath. “It’s good… enough. R-Release me.” he mumbled weakly, wriggling instinctively. The Tarnished chuckled darkly into Kenneth’s ear, rumbling through his head.
“Mm. You’re all wet. You should… join me, my Lord.”
Kenneth managed to look around at him in offence. Their eyes met, and the aggression evaporated from the noble’s eyes as their face’s proximity became apparent.
“It’s your decision.” The Tarnished whispered, before releasing Kenneth from his tight grasp. Kenneth stumbles before scuttling off swiftly, disappearing quietly into the darkness of the hallway. The Tarnished smirked wolfishly before returning to the warm bath, his back facing the hallway.
The Tarnished had returned to soaking, the water cooling from the almost-boiling temperature it had been before. He had his limbs spread around the tub in utter relaxation.
It must’ve been why Kenneth thought he could sneak up on him.
He remained utterly still until he felt Kenneth’s body warmth emanate onto his nape. The Tarnished craned his neck to see Kenneth sheepishly standing over him, a downy towel obscuring his genitals. Fluffy dirty-blonde hairs tangled from his chest down over his soft stomach to curl across his pelvis. Goosebumps appeared across his pale flesh, shrivelling under The Tarnished’s gaze.
“You grant me with your presence, My Lord.” The Tarnished spoke.
“Well, yes.” Kenneth merely replied, before lifting a leg to enter the tub. As his foot met the bottom of the tub, The Tarnished yanked on his right arm, causing him to slip and fumble into the tub. Into the Tarnished’s arms- as planned. Kenneth fit snugly against the man, The Tarnished’s shoulders and hips spanning much wider than him.
Kenneth was much too stunned to make any remark, no one had ever had the boldness to “make a move” on him, not even for his nobility. Yet currently, The Tarnished’s hands were hungrily skimming his torso, towards the towel that Kenneth still held tightly below to hide his growing erection. His passion grew exponentially, the muggy room pumping his blood hotly through his body. Finally, The Tarnished ripped the towel from his grasp before throwing it far across the room, where it fell with a splat.
“My, what’s this, my Lord?” The Tarnished whispered, his hand engulfing Kenneth’s dick, causing the noble’s breath to hitch daintily. The Tarnished ran a thumb over the head, Kenneth twitching and shakily releasing the breath he was holding. All the while, The Tarnished was growing swollen underneath Kenneth’s ass, the length pressing lightly alongside his hole. He merely held his hand around Kenneth’s dick, waiting for his patience to grow thin.
It did not take long, as Kenneth twisted his head to glare at The Tarnished, beckoning for more. As The Tarnished merely smirked at him, Kenneth began to roll his hips into The Tarnished’s hand. The Tarnished obliged him by tightening his hand, and drawing the other to reach for his nipple. Kenneth keened as The Tarnished teased it, pulling and pinching. He pushed more urgently onto The Tarnished’s dick, and the warrior laughed proudly. The Tarnished crawled his lips up Kenneth’s neck, reaching his ear.
“I’ll give you what you desire.”
The Tarnished removed his hand from Kenneth’s chest and slid it underneath his ass, prodding his hole with his fingertips. His hole twitched upon the pad of his pointer finger before The Tarnished began to sink it in, sinfully slowly. Kenneth began to breathe hastily, clenching the sides of the tub as his chest heaved.
“Don’t get impatient.” The Tarnished said coolly, before rescinding any stimulation on Kenneth’s dick. He nestled the singular finger to the hilt, feeling Kenneth settle around it. The Tarnished prodded in a second finger, pulling a gasp from Kenneth. He flourished in the stretch, keening enthusiastically. Kenneth honed on the unexplored sensation of coarsely padded fingertips rubbing his walls. A third finger was quickly added and The Tarnished dragged the three obtrusions in and out, the tight muscle dragging along the length. The Tarnished worked him open until Kenneth began to grow more desperate, progressively lowering his weight onto the other’s hand. As Kenneth began to grind, The Tarnished pulled his hand out harshly. Kenneth yelped at the emptiness, breathing heavily.
The Tarnished quickly lined his thick cockhead up with Kenneth’s clenching hole, entering mercilessly. Kenneth cried as his hole loosened around the width, reverberating embarrassingly down the desolate halls. He finally settled to the hilt, whimpering in a high pitch despite the lack of movement from The Tarnished. The Tarnished chuckled as Kenneth sighed himself dizzy, wholly enraptured by the feeling of a thick cock up his ass. He ran his hands up Kenneth’s sides, savouring the soft skin, drawing hitches in his breath as his fingertips ran over sensitive spots.
The Tarnished wrapped his arms aggressively around Kenneth’s waist in a vice.
“Oh, dear.” Kenneth whispered forebodingly before The Tarnished began to pump up roughly into his tight ass. Water cascaded from the tub under the force of The Tarnished’s thrusts, the splashing accompanied by Kenneth’s warbled moans. Pleasure spread hotly throughout Kenneth’s body, the temperature in the room rising incrementally. The Tarnished grunted huskily into Kenneth’s neck, his sticky skin suctioning to the cleft.
The Tarnished sighed, “You’re a whimpering bitch.”. Kenneth inhaled in order to try to form a rebuttal, but the exhale was reduced to a shaky moan; unable to shut his mouth to form words. The sensation in his loins was growing to imminence, the pleasure immeasurable to Kenneth. A world wholly unexplored by this sheltered noble- exposed, and enjoyed.
Kenneth trembled, thighs stuttering, hands gripping the edges of the tub till his fingers strained white. The Tarnished did not falter in his consistent pace, each stride steadily contributing to something greater for Kenneth. Kenneth melted further into The Tarnished, his muscles giving up in favour of his senses focusing wholly on his oncoming orgasm. He shouted unrestrained- his volume embarrassingly and inconceivably louder than before.
The Tarnished laughed under his breath at Kenneth’s flinches, pumping up into the water with groans. Kenneth eventually settles his full weight into The Tarnished’s chest, fully satisfied and more relaxed than before. He settled, suddenly very exhausted, as if he could fall asleep right there. He felt The Tarnished nuzzle against his ear, a surprisingly gentle gesture.
“Just stay still.” He whispered, the timbre softly brushing his ears.
The Tarnished digged his fingers harshly into Kenneth’s waist, lifting him slightly off his dick, before pushing him back down suddenly.
“Wa-a-ait!” Kenneth gasped as The Tarnished rammed into him faster than ever, Kenneth’s now soft cock flopping in the water uselessly.
“I haven't come yet.” The Tarnished simply stated, now using Kenneth as a glorified fleshlight. Kenneth whined at The Tarnished’s grip, pained tears slipping. His dick had reluctantly hardened again, a more acceptable pleasure beginning to appear again.
The Tarnished continued to last twice as long as Kenneth had- falling into a relaxed embrace as two rather than one.
“Will you be my royal consort?” Kenneth sighed absent-mindedly. The Tarnished smiled in genuine amusement. “I’m not sure that’s allowed.”
“Come back and visit me along your adventures then, please.” Kenneth requested, his tired tone rather framing it as a demand.
“Whatever pleases you, my lord.”