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Wanted to celebrate the soon-to-be-released DLC of Elden Ring, so … Here's some Dark Souls III fanart! Commission done by the fabulous @ylieke
Storm King’s Ire
Characters: Nameless King, Siegward of Catarina, Unbreakable Patches (maybe)
Warnings: Rape, Mind Break
Siegward’s chest heaved as he circled the Nameless King, the ashen one had fallen to the living god’s spear mere moments ago. Watching Siegward with smug amusement the Nameless King closed the gap between them his spear held high. The Catarina knight’s helm fell through the fog like floor as the spear slashed down barely missing Siegward’s face.
“Well it’s been fun but I’d like to end this so I could take a little nap.” Rushing forward the onion shaped knight attempted to skewer the Nameless King only to be knocked off balance as he deflected storm ruler with his bare hands. Grabbing Siegward by the throat, the air is forced from his lungs as the large god shoved him against a stone dragon pillar. Using his thumb the god forcefully turned the knight’s head from side-to-side, a twisted grin splits the god’s weathered and faded face.
“What are you waiting for? Strike me down, I and my companion shall swiftly be back to deal with you.” Siegward weakly threatened, flinching as the king drove his spear into the stonework next to his head.
“Quiet Mortal I’d rather not make a rash decision to kill you just yet.” The god rasped before ripping off the man’s armor with his off hand, the metal ripping like paper beneath the King’s strength.
“W-What are you doing?!”
“I have not… indulged myself in many decades or maybe even centuries, I’m not entirely particular in my choices,” ripping off the last piece of Siegward’s armor left the knight bare to the world, “I would suggest not struggling if you don’t wish for this to be torturous.”
Pushing Siegward to his knees the knight gave the King a horrified look as the large figure parted the bottom part of their tunic revealing their swiftly swelling manhood. The howl of the turbulent wind that made up the battlefield seemed to fall silent as the Nameless King let his lengthy cock smack down on Siegward’s face.
“This is going in you one way or another, either you make it wet so it doesn’t hurt or I force it in dry,” the god hissed as he pressed the tip of his cock head to the stunned knight’s mouth, “and if you even think of biting I will make sure your final moments are the most painful time you’ve ever experienced.”
Siegward shuddered as the king pushed the first few inches of his length into the knight’s mouth. Letting out a raspy moan the god grabbed the back of the knight’s head and forced another third of his cock down Siegwards throat causing it to pleasurably tighten around his cock. Siegward wanted to recoil from the pungent taste of sweat that coated the King’s member but the strong hand stopped as the man forcefully shoved shoved inch by thick inch further down Siegward’s throat.
“Ah, you’re tighter than some of the wenches I’ve bedded.” Nameless King gave a low moan as he slowly withdrew his thick length before driving it back into his victim’s throat as Siegward pushed against the god’s thighs to try and pull of the King’s length. The god’s member made a wet smacking noise as he pulled it from the knight’s throat and slapping it on the knight’s face once more. Tears streamed down the knight face as he took deep heaving breaths, the look of terror and horror in his eyes faded to simmering rage.
“I swear on my oath I will urghh.” The knight’s tirade was cut short as the King suddenly shoved his cock back down Siegward’s throat.
“Good, good it’s no fun when they break straight away, it’s much better to watch them break as they realize there’s no escape.” The twisted grin returned to the King’s face as he plunged deep enough for the knight’s nose smack against his pelvis. The repetitive motion of the god’s cock plunging in-and-out of Siegward’s throat seemed to last for hours from the knight’s perspective. The edges of Siegward’s vision began fading to black as the king gave a low grunt before burying himself to the hilt in the knight’s throat, Siegward felt the organ swell as the god Deposited his thick load in the knight’s stomach. Siegward’s stomach slightly bulged as the King held him in place for almost half a minute before withdrawing.
“Ugh, it’s been far too long,” the Nameless King whispered breathlessly. Reaching out the King once again grasped Siegward by the throat with one hand whilst grasping his slick length with the other.
“K-kill me now, you have used me for your sick amusement.” The knight stuttered hoarsely his baleful glare leveled at the god.
“I’m not finished with you just yet.” The King gave a low snarl as he lifted Siegward higher, his off hand situating his thick length at the knight only undefiled hole.
“NO!” Siegward struggled in vain as the god slowly pushed the head of his cock into the knight’s unused hole. The King gave a low throaty moan as pushed through the tight ring of muscle and sank a quarter of his large length into Siegward.
“You, ugh, are so tight.” The King hissed as he made short choppy strokes into the knight, Siegward’s struggles slowing as the god’s hips finally impact his ass. Looking down, Siegward stared with wide eyes at the outline the King’s cock made on his stomach. The knight felt the air pushed from his lungs as the King pulled out half-way and unceremoniously shoved back in, his length causing Siegward’s stomach to bulge further from the force. Pain soon gave way to confused pleasure as the god continued to saw in and out of Siegward, debauched raspy moans falling from his lips.
Siegward let out a startled gasp as the King shifted the angle of his thrust and hit something in him that made him see stars.
“Look at you all that indignation and struggle, and now you moan and squirm on my cock like a cheap courtesan.” the Nameless King gave a harsh chuckle as Siegward try to voice a denial only to moan as the King gave a quick thrust at the spot from earlier.
“Well what do you expect, even the mightiest of warriors can fall to a higher force.” A sickly sweet voice cut through the knights haze of pleasure. Looking over Siegward could make out the lanky form of Patches approaching the King’s and his coupled form.
“What of the little wench that this one came with?” Siegward’s eyes flared with a small spark of hope as he strained his eyes looking for his companion. “I am rather grateful that you warned me of their approach, had they caught me flat-footed today may have ended differently.”
“She’s been dealt with, handed her off to the serpent-men for a little fun, well after I had a go hehehe.” Patches cackled with a perverse twisted grin. Siegward felt as though the world around him had shattered as his last hope was dashed.
“She left me with a little reminder, do you mind?” Patches asked as he gestured towards Siegward’s head. Leaning the knight’s upper body backwards Patches pulled the drawstrings of his pants letting them loosen around his waist as he pulled his rapidly hardening cock from his pants and slapped it on Siegward’s forehead. The thief’s length smelled strongly and was covered in semi-translucent white fluids.
Siegward thanked whatever god was listening that Patches was much smaller as he shoved his length in the knight’s mouth. Patches length tasted oddly salty sweet as was driven back and forth over Siegward’s tongue. Between the weirdly soothing taste of the thief and the King hammer away at the spot that made his thoughts and head swim, Siegward found himself once again settling into the pleasurable haze that engulfed him.
After a few moment Patches pulled out until just the head of his member sat just behind Siegward’s lips, letting out a grunt the knight’s mouth was filled with more of the oddly tasting juices causing his mind to slip further. As Patches fully withdrew he noticed Siegward’s stomach and chest was drenched in his own pearly essence from the King relentless assault of his now well-used pucker.
The Nameless King switched from quick targeting pokes to deep plunging thrusts as he felt his own peak quickly approaching.
“Tis’ a shame you Aren’t female, you would have made a magnificent brood whore.” The god grunted as he sheathed himself as deep as he could within the knight’s bowel and let out a deep roar as he let spill his essence. Siegward’s mind shattered under the weight of the pleasure he felt as the overabundance of the Nameless King’s seed forced his stomach to expand until the knight looked like he was three months pregnant. The King slowly extracted his length from Siegward letting his seed spill from the knight now gaping hole.
“That was a rather fun experience, if you and your companion want to try again I’m more than willing to break you all over again.” The low rumble of the Nameless King’s voice seeped through the few remaining remnants of Siegward’s mind as the world went dark.
Armorless dualwield is the real dark souls experience
You combat roll or you die I mostly die
The Nameless King
Close ups can be found here https://www.artstation.com/artwork/rAEbQ5
I’m writing some short stories about Dark Souls world, and thinking of making them into a Kickstarter artbook.
Obviously, I’m kinda worried it doesn’t turn out well, so I’m trying to post some of the art done here, and hoping I will get some useful feedback.
For those who are interested in the stories that I wrote, here is one for the Nameless King:
An immortal god desires no true heir, for if he is able, he will rule forever. Every children that is born from Gwyn, is meant to serve a purpose in establishing his kingdom. Such was the vision of Gwyn and the 4 Lords, that they would carve their divine empire to every inch of the world, and rule unopposed for eternity. But Gwyn is neither omnipotent, nor omnipresent. To establish his vast kingdom, he needs to be able to reach out and counter his increasing opponents. And thus a son was born, molded for the very purpose of war. Taking up the mantle of God of War, he grew up to be fearsome and powerful, wielding the same lightning powers that Gwyn use to eliminate the dragons. He also fashioned himself a unique weapon, that serves to destroy the dragons even more efficiently, which was soon adapted by Gwyn’s own personal knight, Dragonslayer Ornstein. Together, they were a force to be reckoned, vanquishing opponents in the far corners of the world as if Gwyn himself was there. Yet, beyond the foresight of the gods, the God of War turn against his father to protect the very beings he was made to destroy. Rumor has it that his betrayal happened when he met Kalameet the Ancient Dragon, as both of them were later seen side by side destroying Gwyn’s army and anything that threaten what’s left of the dragons. Gwyn was furious, that his most powerful general is now his enemy. It wasn’t because of his kinship, that Gwyn did not kill his son, but because of what he has become. The God of War possess almost the same power that Gwyn has, or perhaps even more powerful for he has been molded by numerous battles, and he has the almighty dragons to aid him. Besting him is a big gamble that Gwyn will not risk, and even victory might cost a very high price. And thus the safest choice was to cast him out, if he can be restricted to a limited boundary beyond the kingdom, then his influence and capacity to retaliate will be severely limited. The God of War was also wary of the consequences of retaliation. While he is mighty, the dragons are endangered, and his numbers cannot compete with the entire army of the gods. Thus both made the silent agreement of not stepping over the boundaries and stayed within their domain. In act of fury and pettiness, Gwyn erases every single trace of his son’s presence from the kingdom. There will be no mention of him in any records, and no image of him shall remain. Since then, Gwyn never had another son. And the god of war became, the Nameless King.
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