Rin

Sunlight filters through the branches of the great tree above, the quiet crackle of the bonfire punctuated occasionally by the wingbeat of the giant black bird nesting in the mossy ruins that towered in the dappled sunlight behind Firelink Shrine.

You sit at the life-restoring warmth of the fire, checking your equipment, when there is a very loud crashing behind you, and a violent curse.

Rin springs to her feet, circling you, drawing her sword. Her ambush is ruined. She seethes scalelessly at her own clumsiness. Her prey had been warned.

Her faceplate was a brass metal funereal mask, her armour a dark black, navy and gold mix of chain mail, scales, buckles, leather straps, and red, thorny barbed wire wrapped all around her customised armour to sharper and more threatening and defensive. She wore a long dark cape of weathered, black material, with a grass crest shield on her back, and enchanted rings hidden under her dark mail gauntlet to boost her abilities.

She shifted her grip on her sword, pushing her frustration at her ruined surprise attack down, and focusing on salvaging the situation. She feigned a haughty, cruel, relaxed laugh, trying to look as relaxed and unafraid as possible to her prey, circling you around the bonfire with her sword lifted into a guard in one hand.

Her other hand glowed a deep, sorrowful red, the Darkhand she used to drain the life force from her prey. Space and time rippled like water as she raised that gauntlet, the Darkhand’s energies forming a spiralling shield of distorted reality as a shield in her off-hand.

She was a Darkwraith. She didn’t afraid of anything. She could do this, you were just a new Undead pilgrim with your first set of armour and weapons, why was she so nervous? This would be an easy theft of humanity.

“You might as well lay down nicely and save me the trouble!” She barked harshly, edging closer to you, dark thorn-wrapped armour rustling and shifting with each of her movements. “Hand over your humanity, or I’ll kill you again and again until I get it!”

The fight was not going as well as Rin wanted it to. Her helmet was lost in the grass somewhere, her dark scarlet hair and red eyes wild with panic, and more importantly, she was bent over and stuck in the well.

“Ahhh, what is HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!?!!” Rin raged, so indignant that she echoed all the way down the well to Queelag’s domain. “WHAT IS GOING ON TODAY?!?”

She was stuck, unable to free herself. She didn’t even know how she’d ended up lodged in it in the wrestling with you, but now she was ass-up in the well, looking down, down into its darkness with a pit in her stomach. Her sword lay discarded on the mossy stones nearby.

You were behind her. The new Undead, the easy prey she’d been so confident about killing and stealing Humanity from. First she’d tripped over her own armoured feet trying to ambush you, and now she, a proud, fierce, angry warrior, was bent over and stuck in the Firelink Shrine well.

“Pull me out or kill me, coward, don’t just stand there gawking!” Rin yelled in fury, arching and pushing at the ground with her legs, to no avail. “What are you waiting for?!”

She felt the buckle of her belt being undone. She froze. Her voice wavered uncertainly.

“W… what are you…?”

Her armoured leggings were pulled down to her knees, her trousers, her undergarments, everything.

Her brain bluescreened.

You were supposed to kill her. She’d been trying to kill you. But now she was bent over, not as a proud, feared Darkwraith, but as a half-naked girl not wearing any pants, stuck in a well- captured by an enemy combatant she’d been trying to assassinate and drain of his life force. Her hairy pussy felt the cool breeze of Firelink sweep over it, her taint bared before your eyes, and her bare bum mooning you completely as she struggled in the well.

“W-wait,” Rin stammered nervously, “w-w-what are you pulling down my pants for-“

Her tiny virgin butthole winked and quivered in front of you, the entrance to her most private and prideful place even all the way back when she as a street urchin, a place she’d always kept proud, no matter how fiercely she’d had to fight to protect her butt.

No, this couldn’t be happening. She was meant to die if one of her victims bested her, to be killed and to respawn cursing them at the bonfire. Not… not the ultimate humiliation. Anything but that.

She felt your fingertip pressing against her tight, puckered ring of muscle. She cries out defiantly, finding her voice, yelling as she desperately tries to move your finger away from tight, virgin little ass.

“Coward! Let me go! Y-you- you wouldn’t-!”

You look beside you, at the base of the well, and see an orange soapstone message glowing there, passing on the lessons of those who had come before.

You feel a spiritual hand laid on your shoulder. Gwyn, Nito, Izalyth, pretty sure some other guy idk, and all the gods and human heroes and Lords of old, even the Ancient Dragons, and the First Flame itself, all stand behind you. You stood over the bent-over naked ass of the Darkwraith girl before you, and read the ancient glowing orange letters on the ground, offering the timeless wisdom of those who came before.

’try finger but hole.’

“AAAAOUGGHH!!!” Rin moaned, her eyes rolling back.

Your finger pumped in and out of her butthole, faster and faster, drawing lewd moans out of the proud Darkwraith girl, as you brought your would-be assassin to orgasm in the most humiliating and humbling way possible.

“Ah-! Anh-! Anh!! Anh~!!! Nooooooo…” She whimpered with pleasure, her hips bucking helplessly against your hand, only pushing your finger deeper into her asshole. She tried to find the strength to kick you away, but the pleasure was making her head dizzy, and her butthole was sucking you greedily in. “P-pull it ooouuut, I s-said I surrender- AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

A second finger pushed into her ‘but hole’. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a scream of shocked pleasure and helpless ecstasy as both fingers stretched her anus open and slid all the way to the knuckle inside her.

It was too much. She orgasmed, hard, for the first time in her entire life. So hard that she nearly passed out.

Okay, she thought through the fog of orgasm, that was the most humiliating thing possible to her pride as a fighter, and she’d cum for the first time in her life from having your fingers in her ass. But surely, it was over now. You’d taught her her lesson.

She heard the rustle and unbuckling of pants behind her. She heard you spit, and felt wet saliva drip down into her still-quivering, orgasming butthole. Her eyes widened.

“Wait…” She says, in dawning realisation, clamping her thighs together helplessly, her heart somersaulting as she felt your strong hands sinking into the muscular flesh of her butt cheeks, and spreading them apart. “No, no no, please, I just came-!”

Rin lay facedown on the grass, face slack, eyes dazed, you cock sliding in and out of her tight tomboy asshole.

You’d even pulled her out of the well, and kept going. She could escape now. But she couldn’t get her trembling legs to move, or her shaky arms to lift her. She lay there, feeling every ridge and vein of your manhood slide in and out of her butthole like a tree trunk, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of her anal passage being stretched into a pleasure sleeve for your cock.

She was a proud knight. She was strong, cold, haughty, a proud tomboyish knight who had never befriended or trusted anyone, and laughed at the thought of being submissive to anyone.

Yet, as your greatsword plunged into her abyss again and again, she was beginning to stifle needy moans rising traitorously in her throat. The sensation of your balls slapping against her empty, neglected pussy, the slurping, sucking noises of her butthole as it drew you back in, and the sound of your dominant male grunts as you reminded her that she was a woman being dominated beneath you. It was all too much.

She orgasmed again. Hard. Something wet squirted onto the grass from her pussy as she came around your cock, sphincter clenching tight around the base of your cock as she lay in the grass of Firelink shrine, moaning with a dick up her butt.

This was the most embarrassing day of her life. Even if she returned for revenge on you, you’d always know the noises she’d made, and the expression on her face, as she came from her ass around your cock.

She heard Male_Undead_Moan_1.mp3 behind her, and her eyes widened.

“Wait, not inside my-!”

It was too late. Hot, thick, warm, sticky white ropes of cum spurted deep into her tender bowels, painting her secret world with your seed. She screamed and let out a second, shotgun orgasm midway through her first, her eyes rolling back as your warmth flooded her catacombs.

White cum overflowed and leaked out from her stretched butthole as you pulsed balls deep inside her, Rin letting out the most humiliated noise of pleasure in her life, your ejaculation marking your territory in her tomboy stomach in a way she could never remove.

Rin glared down at you, grumbling quietly under her breath, holding her scavenged greatsword. Her face flooded with heat remembering what had happened to her butthole last time, and how she’d shamefully respawned at the Undead Parish bonfire, after cumming so hard that she triggered her own Darksign. She didn’t even know she could do that.

She was at the top of the church bell tower, watching you fight past the bell gargoyles below. She watched as one fell, dead, and tumbled off the roof, and watched you round on the second.

Her stomach squirmed in confused anger and tingling, seeing you being so competent and strong. She pushed it down, and focused on her impending revenge. She would make you pay for the humiliating pleasure you’d made her experience. This go around, she’d kill you and drain your humanity, avenging her anal dignity. This time. This time, for sure.

The second gargoyle crashed to the roof as you slew it, and she watched you step over the body, and drink an Estus Flask, walking toward the bell tower to ring the Bell of Awakening behind her. She took out her catalyst, and cast Fall Control, a soft glow coating her armoured boots, making her immune to damage falling from great heights. Almost.

You walked a little closer beneath her. You hadn’t seen her. Almost.

You walked below her.

Now.

Rin hefted her greatsword, aimed it down, and made a plunging attack straight down toward you.

“THE BOLT OF RIN STRIKES FROM ABOVE!” Rin cries triumphantly, plummeting down toward you.

But to her horror, she can already see it. She has mistimed her guess by about half a second, and a metre.

Her last thought was cursing Miyazaki. She didn’t even know who that was, but she felt the instinctive urge to curse him for this.

CRASH.

Rin shakes off her daze, groaning as she re-orients herself. The tiles of the church roof had given through, along with a few old, rotted wooden beams. She could see her greatsword lying in on the floor far below. She couldn’t pull herself out. Her upper half was stuck in the roof of the church, clinging to a wooden beam for support, looking down at the inside of the church itself.

Her lower half was still sticking out of the roof above. She was stuck in the roof, her ass in the air, completely unable to free herself, her bum at your mercy.

She feels her belt being unbuckled, and her trousers being pulled down again.

“You’ve got to be KIDDING ME!!!” Rin yells, indignant and blushing red, refusing to believe she’s gotten stuck like this in front of you again.

That was it. No more wells. No more broken roofs. No more stupid accidents, and no more sexy guy she was trying to kill, using the body of the future lady Dark Lord like she was his personal hole or something.

She considered keeping you around when she was ruling the Age of Dark, as supreme queen of humanity, someday. Not for pleasure, or anything. Torture. It would be for torture. Of your cock. With her pussy.

She shook the thoughts out of her blushing face. World domination plans could wait. She needed immediate retribution. She needed to defeat you, humiliate you, teach you a lesson. With her p- with her sword. And her fists. And maybe kick you a bit while you were down.

Rin was stalking you purely for payback at this point, to avenge her honour as a Darkwraith and to suck you dry once and for all, to make up for all those times you’d made her cum. The sunk cock fallacy had kicked in. She just needed to try another time.

She waited until you slew Quelaag, and snuck up on you as you caught your breath. The paved, web-covered, spacious cavern of the dead spider-witch would make a fine grave for you.

She waited until she was sure she’d alert you with the clinking of her armour, lifted her sword, and charged at you, cackling triumphantly.

“You fool!” She cried, raising her sword above her head.

Her boot snagged on a cracked paver. You turn in time to step aside, confused, as a tangled mess of angry tomboy and thorn-wrapped armour clattered to the stone in front of you, her sword ringing as it skidded across the bricks out of her grasp.

Rin lay there, face-down, looking at the ground as it mocked her. She didn’t even have words, at this point. She hadn’t even managed to hit you once.

She blushed and sighed in defeat, reached back to undo her belt, and pulled down her pants to give you access. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Just put it in already.”

Sen’s Fortress had been going smoothly so far. It was tough, but you were learning. You cut down manserpents, met a strange onion, dodged arrows from trapped chests and slowly ascended the jungle gym of death.

Eventually, you reached a room lined by statues of knight armour and old crates and chests. You stop, and look down.

One of the treasure chests has teeth, and is snoring. Protruding from its mouth is an ass, and two legs.

The Lloyd’s talisman, scrambled hastily from Rin’s pocket, had done the job of pacifying the mimic. She had been too greedy, too hasty in her preparation for her ambush, and had opened it without thinking. But the talisman had only made the Mimic fall asleep with its heavy jaws shut, teeth stopped by her armour, the weight trapping her in the treasure chest’s mouth with her lower half sticking out.

Rin heard you enter the room, and stiffened. Her heart leapt in her throat, her face flooding with embarrassed heat and her pussy began to grow wet beneath her armour.

“I’m not doing this on purpose,” she blurts out, her face glowing red. “Genuinely, I’m not. D-don’t start thinking I’m a pervert, and that I want you to do this to me, or something. I was trying to ambush you. To kill you.”

You unbuckle her belt, and pull down her pants. Her pussy is soaking wet, dripping down her inner thighs. She feels the wave of air, cold against her slick skin, and her voice wavers as she feels your eyes on her dripping arousal.

“I… I sat in a puddle. By accident. A puddle. Ten minutes ago. You wouldn’t know the puddle, it- goes to a different school.”

You’d pulled Rin from the sleeping mimic and pinned her down, using your would-be assassin as a pleasure sleeve. The way your cock slid in and out of her tight, stuffed anal passage made Rin let out a filthy moan.

“Stop having… anal sex… with my poor bum… every time you defeat me…” She groaned in hot-faced humiliation, as her empty, neglected pussy soaked her legs with arousal. “That hole’s…not for… your big fat cock… I can feel it throbbing in there, so deep… oh-h-hhhhh…”

“It’s so wrong… so deep and wet in my poor little asssss… nooooo… I u-used to be a strong, proud girl with… a normal bum… stop fucking my butt every time you beat me… at least rape me in my cunt like a normal girl…”

The only response she got was a ringing slap on her buttcheek, and your cock pushing all the way to the hilt in her stuffed back door, as you began to speed up.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!! Ahhh!!!” Rin moans out in humiliated pleasure as your dick destroys her anal passage, and stretches it into a needy tsundere pleasure sleeve. “OOOOUGHHHH, my BUTTHOLE!!! Stop pushing it up into my- my- my stomach, you fool!!! Y-you’re gonna make me… gonna make me p…!”

Her anal orgasm hits without warning, and she sobs in humiliated pleasure as she squirts from her empty pussy, all over the ground below, her stretched ring of muscle clenching helplessly around the veiny penis pulsing deep in her rectum.

“N-n-no, don’t cum in me-!” She begins to slur through her orgasm, realising you’re about to blow a load in her bowels. But she’s too late. Your cum spurts out in hot, thick white ropes into her humiliated anal passage, kicking her straight into a second shotgun orgasm as she receives an unwilling anal creampie in the middle of her first one.

The sensation is too much for her muscle control. With a shuddering sigh, her quivering pussy relaxes too much, and wet, warm pee splashes out from her empty, humiliated pussy, onto the stone floor below. She can’t stop it once it starts. Her eyes roll back into her head as she relieves herself in front of you, wetting her inner legs helplessly with urine as you pump splashing ropes of hot cum into her tender bowels. She can feel your testicles against her taint, feeling them twitch as you empty your balls into her ass until it overflows.

She lay there for a few long moments after you finished ejaculating inside her butt, the last splashes of her pee hitting the stones beneath her quivering legs. Your cum seeped deeper and deeper inside her bowels, overflowing from her stuffed hole as you both caught your breath.

“I can’t believe… you keep cumming… in my butt, you muscle-head… you know how weird that feels…?” She whines through the last of her orgasm, panting. “It’s so humiliating to let it out onto the grass later… I can’t believe I peed myself in front of you, too… i-if it wasn’t for the stupid mimic catching me, you’d be… so dead by now…”

She felt your cock hardening slowly again, and her eyes widened in panic. “Wait- I didn’t mean it. I’m still recovering. It’s already so overflowing in there, y-you wouldn’t-“

Anor Londo. The city of the gods.

Your blade clashed with Rin’s. She breathes heavily, ducking the cross cut and blocking the second on the space-time distortion created by the Darkhand, but is caught by a kick to her armoured stomach.

She collapses, wheezing, to one knee, but growls and throws herself across the ground as you close in, rolling across the golden stone and getting unsteadily to her feet.

“JUST LET ME SUCK YOU,” She yells in frustration, brandishing her glowing red energy in one hand and her sword in the other.

Rin gags and slobbers around your cock as it is thrust dominantly down her throat over and over, filling her brain with the taste and smell of you. Strings of drool connect her mouth to the base of your member as you hold her firmly by the head, forcing her to deepthroat you.

Her weapon lies disarmed a few metres away, on the golden stone of the Anor Londo bridge, the brilliant shafts of sunlight beaming down through the clouds on her blushing face. She looks up at you, a surge of submissive butterflies fluttering in her stomach as you dominantly pull her head onto your cock.

“This… isn’t… what… I meant…” She grumbles to herself, muffled by your dick, but she slowly stops fighting back and begins to give into the hypnotic rhythm of being face-fucked.

You had slain Ornstein, and then Smough, and ascended the elevators. You entered into the Chamber of the Princess.

Gwynevere lay before you, a giant in the radiant sunlight, dressed in elegant, flowing white robes. It was disorienting to see the stature of one of the Lords in person, but she seemed calm, gentle and unthreatening.

“Chosen Undead,” she implored softly, “come hither.”

The chamber doors crashed open, as Rin ambushed you again after your battle, blade held high.

“HA, GOT YOU WHILE YOU’RE WEAK! Im gonna kick your ass for making me deepthroat you earlier, you big-dicked bastard, I- whoa…”

Her sword clattered to the ground as she beheld Gwynevere’s radiant form. The streams of sunlight, the white dress, the beautiful face, the… amazing chest…

Rin looked down at her own flat chest, beneath her salvaged armour. She looked up at the intentional boob window in Gwynevere’s dress, at the smooth, beautiful, perfect cleavage on full display to the world. The massive breasts, the way they squished together like marshmallows, the full, fertile way they sagged beneath their own weight.

Rin looked over at you, the way your eyes were unable to look away from the perfect cleavage, and a surge of jealousy and humiliation flooded her body.

“Oh, SCREW YOU, you fat-chested, shameless whore, trying to seduce people with you stupid fucking boobs! We don’t need you!” Rin cried out in jealous anger, picking up a small ceremonial incense pot nearby and throwing it at the giant lady, grabbing your hand to pull you away from the seductive pull of Gwynevere’s chest.

The pot crashed against Gwynevere’s leg, but instead of smashing harmlessly or bouncing off like Rin had expected it to, it burst against her body with a flash of light, and the goddess recoiled like she had been struck.

“Aaaiiieeee….” The image of the goddess of sunlight sighed out as the illusion faded, broken by Rin’s attack. The illusory figure began to fade and dissolve, like a spell had been broken.

Slowly, the light of Anor Londo began to fade, and before a minute had passed, the two of you were standing, weapons drawn and on edge, in an empty chamber, in the cool, moonlit darkness.

‘Thou that tarnisheth the Godmother's image,’ came a voice from the very walls of the chamber. ‘I am Gwyndolin. And thy transgression shall not go unpunished… thou shalt perish in the twilight of Anor Londo…’

Rin looked over at where the illusory Gwynevere had dissolved, and back to you.

“Oops,” she said quietly.

~~~

“Will- you- bastards- just- PISS- OFF ALREADY-“ Rin yells angrily, ducking the Balder Side Sword as it whistled overhead, and slashing at the attacker repeatedly. The Blade of the Darkmoon fell, banished back to the bonfire, the glowing purple light wreathing his weapon extinguished.

She tried to turn fast enough to react to the second servant of Gwyndolin, but his great club caught her and sent her flying.

“ssssoooOOON OF A BIIIiiitttchhhh…!!!!” Rin doppler-cursed as she sailed past you, catching the edge of a pillar and tumbling across the marble floor of the chamber.

A third Blade of the Darkmoon advanced on you, on orders to slay the enemies of the gods by their regent prince, her rapier glowing with a deadly lavender light. In the background, a fourth member of the secret assassin order was pelting Rin with Soul Spears.

“Cheating zoning magic-spamming fatherless FEMBOY!” Rin swore violently as the Soul Spears crashed into her, taking cover behind the shattered pillar. “I would CASTRATE you if you had any BALLS!”

She barely finished saying this before being flanked and locked in a duel with the club-wielding knight once again. She yells out to you desperately.

“Hey!” Rin shouts to you, ducking the club and kicking the heavy knight’s knee out from behind. “If we win this fight, and you help me steal all their humanity, I’ll sit on your face! Or- or I don’t know, something you want!”

The weird tiger-dog-things of Oolacile were Rin’s least favourite part of this wretched place. She prayed to anyone in particular that somewhere, at least in some far distant world, creatures like these were extinct. No one would miss them.

Rin was a rather grumpy girl today. It was your fault she’d been dragged off by the shadowy hand, and now she was stuck in the past with you, in some ancient memory of Darkroot Garden. Killing stupid tiger-dogs.

But she could hear you up ahead, the clash of battle, and the roars of something big over the noise of the waterfalls. She killed the last of the barking creatures, knelt down on the side of the cliff, and peered down into the clearing below.

A fearsome black dragon was snapping at you with its beak, chasing you around its flanks, roaring in fury as it was swiped man-sized claws just past you. Black, gold-edged fire streaked out of its mouth and swept the grassy earth and puddles around it.

You were putting up a good fight, but the thing was terrible and majestic, even with a crippled wing and a deep wound in its side. It’s one glowing central eye, flanked by two smaller eyes, made it look like a cyclops from the distance, and she watched as it tried to catch you in some ancient spell with it. She recoiled as the frequency whined against her ears.

She considered staying back, waiting and watching, then striking while you were weak. If you could even beat it. Maybe it was winning.

She remembered the battle together against the Darkmoon servants, the help you’d offered her when she’d pissed off most of the city’s remaining inhabitants, as they attempted to trap her in an endless loop of respawning and dying at the bonfire. She could be Hollow now, if it wasn’t for you.

She weighed up her options, swore, and slid down the ladder into the valley. She wasn’t letting you kill something this cool alone.

She leapt onto Kalameet’s back as it pursued you, and drove her sword down into its flank, then flung herself clear onto the earth as it screamed and arched back to catch her in its beak. She saw you take the opening, distracting the dragon once more, and circled it to hack at its tail.

Fresh air flooded into her lungs with every gasp, sending new energy to her muscles as she threw herself clear of a torrent of golden fire. For the second time in her life, she was fighting alongside someone. It was actually pretty fun.

~~~

The two of you lay on the gouged and torn-up earth, beside the vast form of the dead dragon, panting hard.

Rin drank from her Estus, the last charge, and looked at your scrapes and bruises. She internally debated for a moment, then tipped the last mouthful between your parched lips, and watched the last of the superficial injuries heal a bit.

She looked down at her new sword, cut from the tail of the dragon. She smiled. It was jagged, fearsome, rough, like her. The tail of an ancient dragon. It was a worthy weapon of the future Queen of the Age of Dark.

She rolled over to your side, having more of her strength and energy left out of the two of you, and grinned triumphantly.

“Finally,” she said, with a tired, triumphant grin. “You’re at MY mercy.”

She leaned down, and pulled your belt away, pulling your pants down and freeing your member. Her eyes danced in delight. Time to get even. To make you her slave.

She wrapped her left index finger and thumb around the base of your shaft, and took your manhood into her mouth, groaning in satisfaction as it’s taste and smell hit her once again. She began to suck, and at the same time, she activated the Darkhand- using its supernatural power to enhance the sensation of sucking you off beyond what any mortal man had ever experienced, until the only reaction possible was Male_Undead_Moan_2.mp3.

Rin took you all the way in, looking into your eyes triumphantly, bobbing her head up and down, drinking you as deeply as she could, giving you the very first Darkhand Blowjob in history.

In the deepest floor of the Abyss beneath Oolacile, you stand over the body of Manus. The sorrowful primeval man is at rest at last, the broken pendant laid to rest beside his head. The lonely beast looked almost peaceful in death, freed.

The power of the Abyss within him joins your own fragment of the Dark Soul, flooding your veins and swelling in your being like a roiling, dark sea. All of his command over the dark, all of his strength, took its new home in your veins.

You could feel the vortex of abyssal energy within you, the way it refracted space and time, and you knew that you could get home now. You had the ability to throw Rin and yourself forward through the sea of time, focusing the absence of light to manipulate your position. You had a way home.

But more than that, you could feel the power of humanity swelling within you, amplified by the Abyss surrounding the arena. You were at your strongest down here. It was a foretaste of the power you would have in the Age of Dark.

Slowly, a sea of sprites swam sleepily out of the darkness, drifting humanities from the darkness, that slowly bowed down before you. They recognised their new lord, and the newest successor of the Pygmy.

“Found you, dumbass, I’ve been trying to track you down for hours,” Rin grumbles, landing a few metres behind you in the dark stone arena. The soft glow of the Fall Control spell breaks her momentum.

“Holy shit it’s dark down here. You’re inconsiderate, I wanted to duel today. What are you all the way in this hole for, any…” She trails off, looking at the vast, twisted, antlered body of Manus behind you, and the sea of human sprites surrounding you both. She blinks, looking at the dark tendrils of liquid humanity that crept up from the abyssal floor into your body.

“Am I… interrupting something…?” She asks.

Rin sees in the darkness, as you turn to look at her. She tries to back away, but a tentacle of liquid darkness whips out and catches her ankle. She yelps in surprise, trying to kick it off, but her other foot is caught by another tendril, before a bigger tentacle snakes out of the floor and lifts her up into the air.

“W-w-wait-!” Rin blushes, being held aloft.

Her feet and knees are seized, her hands held above her in the air, as her armour is pulled off piece by piece, and her underclothes are torn roughly off- leaving her sweaty, muscular, tomboyish body pale and naked in the darkness, suspended in the air by tentacles. She looks down at you as you raise your hand, and lets out a yelp of surprise as her legs are forced apart.

She looks out across the gathering crowd of human sprites sleepily surrounding their king like ghosts, held high and naked for all of them to see. She doesn’t know if they’re even aware, or what they even are, but something about being watched by a crowd makes her stomach flip in terror. She arches and strains against the tendrils holding her, as a big, thick tentacle of darkness begins to slowly serpentine its way between her legs. She looks down at you in panic, realising you have her completely at your mercy, wetness soaking her forced-apart inner thighs as a throbbing tentacle of liquid humanity winds through the air toward her.

“Not tentacles! You wouldn’t!”

Rin screamed as you plunged the first tentacle of liquid abyssal humanity into her helpless pussy.

You were still in the abyssal arena where you had slain Manus, and gained his power. The Abyss surrounding you, and the sea of humanity sprites watching you both, swelled your power over the darkness considerably, and you had Rin held aloft by tendrils of throbbing liquid humanity. Her naked, sweaty, muscular tomboy body was held aloft like a tied-up sex slave, her legs forced apart as she was fucked by a tentacle.

Her wails of broken tomboy pleasure double as a second tentacle wiggles up between her muscular buttcheeks, finds her butthole, and begins double penetrating her. She looks down at you in humiliated, half-lidded, slack-mouthed pleasure, moaning indignantly as she is lowered down right in front of you and held back at an angle, allowing you to see both of her holes being stretched open at once.

“Y-you b-b-bastard…” She groans, her eyes watering as she looks down at both of her entrances being filled with your throbbing tentacles, and back up at you in shameful submission. “Y-y-you’ll never… AH!!! Break me, I’ll… ah~!! never give in…!”

Her protests are shut up as a third tentacle pushes into her mouth, triple penetrating her. Her eyes go unfocused, and she says back into the tentacles’ grips, moaning indignantly as she’s tentacle fucked in every hole at once.

’That… stupid… sexy… idiot…’ Rin moans in her mind, as thick, throbbing tentacles shove into her ass and pussy in a mind breaking rhythm, the third tentacle pushing down into her throat until her mind goes blank.

You had done it. The time-distorting darkness of Manus’s soul emanating from your body and flooding your body with the power of the Abyss, you’d finally struck down Gwyn, putting him out of his torment. His flaming sword extinguished as he hit the ash of the Kiln, with a rattling sigh.

You turn, and walk away, up the ashen sands of the Kiln of the First Flame, and back up the steps to the chamber of the Lordvessel. The ghosts of the black knights are gone. They have been freed, along with their lord, and haunt the kiln no longer.

Kaathe is there to greet you, and Frampt, and many other primordial serpents you had never seen before. All bow before your striding passage, recognising you as the new Dark Lord of Humanity, to rule the world to come.

“Ah-HA! Got you!” Rin says triumphantly, springing from behind the Lordvessel, having tracked you down into the chamber and waited for your return to ambush you. “Alright, round 17, asshole, I- what on earth…?”

She looked at the gaggle of goat-faced serpents surrounding the two of you, and at you, not even breaking a step as you strode toward her.

“K-Kaathe, what are you doing here…? And… more Kaathe’s… what the hell is going on down-?“ Rin begins, before yelping in surprise as you pick her up and princess carry her in your arms.

“Ahhh, a tomboy, sire,” Frampt comments, frowning thoughtfully in assessment of the bewildered, blushing Rin in your arms. He nods sagely. “A tasteful choice in queen, my lord.”

“W-what?” Rin stammers in confusion, looking back at the primordial serpents as you carry her off toward the world outside.

“Indeed,” Kaathe agrees, bowing his head. “A fine selection in queen. May you have many fine offspring with your new mate, my lord.”

“What…?” Rin squeaked softly, turning scarlet.

“Happy breeding, my lord,” a third primordial serpent says with a bow, as you carry your new queen off into the Age of Man.