The Dancer of the Boreal Valley

Pt.1
It occurred to him as he stood rooted, body and shield absorbing the mad flurry of blows from the titanic axe, and its equally mad wielder. Perhaps men always had this strength. He peeks out around his shield to watch the muscles of the hollow bulge and tear as it winds up for a vicious, shield sundering bow.

He braces himself, and meets the axe with a shoulder jarring slam, forcing the axe to his side, metal grinding and screeching against metal as the axe splits the stone below. Leaving the mad hollow completely open. His sword sinks into its throat, and the undead creature gargles in its death throes. This mind degrading corruption was strength, in its own way.

And that was how he was going to pass the steadfast yet elusive sentinel that barred his way to Lothric Castle, whose supple figure he can still see writhing through the mist and shadow when he closes his eyes. He was going to rob her strength.

Bleeding heavily after clearing the way to the mysterious wall of fog that seemed to loom forebodingly over him, he clutched at the ember, and steadied his shuddering heart. A firestorm of emotion seared through him, anger, humiliation, excitement, anticipation. And something deeper... a yearning.

Rejuvenated, he passes through the fog, and that elusive, alluring Irithyllian form beings to stalk him one more, exuding an almost sadistic recognition, despite how mindless she was supposed to be. Shield up, he stands steadfast as she approaches, circling him for now, her lurking figure bending and twisting as she shows her defenselessness to him, goading him into a false move. But patient persevered, and as her hips twitch, he dives aside, narrowly avoiding the searing blade that flashes out at him from an impossible, contorted angle. Her lithe and twisted torso straightens, and she resumes her circling.

He can almost feel her lips twist into a smile.

Pt.2
She lunges once more, and he evades, this time lashing out with his blade. In the cold, silent room, the sound of metal rending metal screams around the pillars and reverberates off the walls. She reels back, surprised but unharmed. The move wasn't a waste though. He watches her misty, cool breath spill out of the hole rent in her mask.

This time the smile graces his lips.

The circling stops, and the playful almost cat-like nature vanishes. He rolls back as a wave of black surges from her, and puts up his shield as an even large one crashes into him after. He barely has time to gather himself before the black wave is parted, and two twin blades slam into the ground where he was just standing. Diving forward, the ensuing flurry passes him over head. He drops his shield and sword, a sense of weightlessness overcoming him, and he ducks again as another blade sails over his head. as she twists around to face him, he lunges at her, taking her off guard, and tackling her into the ground.

A faint, human reaction slips past her madness, and he takes advantage of that small, feminine gasp to slip the stone past her lips. It sticks in her throat and before she even realizes what happened, she swallows. The effect of the stone doesn't kick in until she'd twisted her legs around his hips, and flipped them over so she straddles him, her sword poised to strike.

But just before it does, something seizes her, and her sword drops to the floor, clattering, her hands clutching at her chest. He watches in rapt interest as she begins to make noises, smell whines of pain with the interspersed gasp of pleasure mixed in. Her arm moves, and he flinches, but rather than strike him, she reaches up to her helm and tears it off, dead white and stringy hair falling out limpidly.

Pt.3
Her face is contorted with corruption, withered and empty, yet as a hint of lucidity comes to her pale blue eyes, he sees other more physical changes begin to surface. Her cheeks and lips begin to fill out and soften. A certain soft silkiness bleeds out from the root of her hair and a faintly icy colour begins to seep into it, undoubtedly a sign of health in the Boreal regions.

Her skin begins to tighten, the wrinkles diminish and the pallid hollowness begins to disappear, leaving a youthful and beautiful complexion in its wake. Eyes far more sane than they were a few moments ago search his, and her lips part to let her cracked, forgotten voice force out a hushed whisper, "You... what?" Those two words were all she could let out before the gives a cry that sounded suspiciously unlike pain, and she collapsed atop him, clutching at his chest, her long arms wrapping around him, engulfing him in the cold metal.

She begins to writhe, and he becomes overwhelmingly conscious of her hips grinding against his own, her chest against his and the curiously mountainous fragrance of her now soft and silky hair as it pools all around them both like a veil.

"S-so hot..." She whines and wiggles, and he finds his hands moving of their own accord, down her slender hips to rest on her large, pert, tantalizing ass. She reacts well, lips parting in a lewd moan as his fingers sink into the mesh. She lets him go, and picks at her armor, the plates falling off piece by piece, revealing the full body suit underneath. He takes a hand off her ass, and caresses her chest, marveling at the sensation of the fused armor against his hand.

Pt.4
The dancer moans, and rubs her chest against him, "Yes. Keep doing that. Gods, why is it so hot?" In frustration, she clutches at the suit, and sets her nails into it, tearing it, revealing in resplendent glory her new, soft and smooth skin and her perky, shapely breasts, peaked by a pale blue nipple each. His opportunity before him, he leans forward, and catches one of the sensitive buds between his teeth, his tongue flicking at it and tracing circles around it. She pushes her chest forward, and hugs his head to her bosom, grinding her hips against his harder, and moaning loud enough to fill the room.

She keeps tearing, revealing vaster swathes of smooth and soft skin covering the faint tone and definition of a dancer. The rip descends lower until it reaches where their hips meet, and a needy heat fills his loins. She lets him go, releases his hips from her leglock, and in a surpeme display of flexibility, twists in place her face above his crotch, hers above his face. "This heat... is your doing." She wiggles her hips above him, her wet arousal glistening in the candle light, her pussy a contrasting pale pink. "So take responsibility, Ashen One."

Before he can reply, she sits on his face, grinding her twat against it. Almost instinctively, he opens his mouth, and his tongue flicks out to catch her clit at it grinds against him. He reaches up, and warps his arms around her hips, squeezing her ass and holding her in place to plunge his tongue into her depths, working as the soft and wet walls of his ex-adversary, head wreathed in the scents of her arousal

Pt.5
The dancer moans, and rubs her chest against him, "Yes. Keep doing that. Gods, why is it so hot?" In frustration, she clutches at the suit, and sets her nails into it, tearing it, revealing in resplendent glory her new, soft and smooth skin and her perky, shapely breasts, peaked by a pale blue nipple each. His opportunity before him, he leans forward, and catches one of the sensitive buds between his teeth, his tongue flicking at it and tracing circles around it. She pushes her chest forward, and hugs his head to her bosom, grinding her hips against his harder, and moaning loud enough to fill the room.

She keeps tearing, revealing vaster swathes of smooth and soft skin covering the faint tone and definition of a dancer. The rip descends lower until it reaches where their hips meet, and a needy heat fills his loins. She lets him go, releases his hips from her leglock, and in a surpeme display of flexibility, twists in place her face above his crotch, hers above his face. "This heat... is your doing." She wiggles her hips above him, her wet arousal glistening in the candle light, her pussy a contrasting pale pink. "So take responsibility, Ashen One."

Before he can reply, she sits on his face, grinding her twat against it. Almost instinctively, he opens his mouth, and his tongue flicks out to catch her clit at it grinds against him. He reaches up, and warps his arms around her hips, squeezing her ass and holding her in place to plunge his tongue into her depths, working as the soft and wet walls of his ex-adversary, head wreathed in the scents of her arousal

Pt.6
She bites her lip and stifles a moan, instead focusing on removing the armor about his waist and freeing the cause for the throbbing bulge in his pants. Her efforts bear fruit, and it springs free, hard and erect, smacking her in the lips. She blinks, and her tongue slips out to taste it. He thrusts slightly, as her tongue touches the underside of his glans and his cock pushes up into her soft lips, a spurt of hot precum smearing them.

Her tongue coils around the head of his cock, and with a contented sigh, she descends until her button nose presses into his balls, cock pressing up against the back of her throat, and slipping part way in. He gasps into her pussy as her throat squeezes his cock, and with a renewed fervor, he sucks at her clit, and works his tongue into her depths, trying to mentally mark the places that will make her cry out the most as he thrusts into her.

Head a mix of fantasy and lewd reality, her warm mouth around his cock, and already so pent up with emotion from the failures before, it doesn't take especially long before he thrusts up against the back of her throat and cums, spilling his searing white seed down her throat. She lifts her head off his dick, licking and sucking as she goes, earning a mouthful of his cum as she milks the remnants of his orgasm out of him, and with a satisfied swallow, she grins.

She lifts her hips up off his face, and twists again, shivering in anticipation of the already half-climbed summit. He sits up as she shifts in his lap and straddles him, her wet cunt grinding into his cock, her lips split to either side of it with her clit grinding against his length. A grin splits her lips as she licks the mess she made off his face, and reaches back chilly armored fingers gripping at the base of his dick to angle the head against her tight entrance.

Pt.7
Sitting in this position upon the precipice, she shifts her weight to hook a leg around his hips, then rises slightly to do the same as the other, and as her leg stop supporting her weight, she falls, clutching him close as her cunt is impaled on his girth. Close enough as it was, the thrusting penetration sends sparks splintering through her mind and a climactic conflagration sear her inside and out, her skin tingling with the sensation.

Both offer a cry of pleasure, and he struggles he grows accustomed to her clinging and tight twat as it coils in the throas of ecstasy. As they sit together, him short of breath, her a shuddering wreck of pleasure, he takes a moment to line kisses across her chest, licking at her jawline and making her giggle by nibbling at her collar bone. When she's gathered enough, she offers a smile, and a peck on the lips before rising up and gnawing on her lower lip as the head of his cock scrapes against her over-sensitive walls stimulating places she'd forgotten she'd ever had.

After a few wet inches greet the cool outside air, she drops back down, setting a rhythm as her ass bounces in his lap, clapping wetly against his balls as she hilts herself again and again. Joining her beat with his own, he grabs her large ass and kneads it as she moves, fingers sinking in to the jiggly, muscly flesh.

She grinds her hips against his time and time again, searching for deeper penetration, settling for small, circular gyrations as his head presses agaisnt her cervix. She squeezes him tighter, armored fingers digging into his back, her teeth laying love bites across his shoulder.

Pt.8
He meets her gyration with short and deep thrusts upwards, teasing the entrance to her womb with penetration, but never quite breaching. The continuous stimulation drives the dancer wild, and as the clutch at each other climax roars to greet them. Slamming her hips against his, squeezing her ass tight, they cum in unison, the head of his cock right against her cervix, spurting ball-clenching rope after rope of seed into her womb, suffusing it with warmth.

She bites hard enough to make him hiss in pain, but the duality of her teeth sinking in and her cunt milking him for the biggest load he'd ever blown sends a pulsating confusion of pleasure and pain through his mind, culminating in a pink haze that is seared to white as he sees the blazing message scrawled across his consciousness "Womb of Fire Destroyed."

She collapses then, a shaking, cum-leaking mess as it washes out of her packed womb and into their laps. Just as beaten a she, he collapses back, spread out, and she curls up against his chest, his softening dick slipping from her used hole. Craning his neck, he sees the bonfire some feet away.

"This isn't nearly responsibility enough, is it?"

She smiles, "Not nearly."

He sighs amusedly, and pulls himself to his feet. His crotch and face are still somewhat messy, and his pants are still undone, but that will all right itself once he lights the bonfire, and with that in mind he turns to the fallen Dancer and offers his hand. "Lets go then."

corny ending