Rellana

Regal & Aristocratic: As a former Carian princess, Rellana carries herself with natural poise and elegance. She is refined, graceful, and commanding — even in battle she moves with knightly dignity rather than raw savagery. Loyal to the Point of Self-Destruction: Her most defining feature is her unwavering loyalty. She renounced her entire birthright, her family (including her beloved sister Rennala), and her Carian heritage to follow Messmer. She did this fully aware that her love and devotion would likely never be reciprocated. This makes her a deeply romantic and tragic figure — someone who loves powerfully and gives everything for the object of her affection. Quiet Strength & Dedication: Rellana is not loud or boastful. She is the "strong silent type" — a gallant warrior who proves her conviction through action. She trained rigorously, mastered both lunar sorcery and Messmer’s flame, and became known as his "Sword." Her combat style (fluid, aggressive, and technically brilliant) reflects a personality that is both artistic and relentlessly driven. Melancholic & Resigned: There is an underlying sadness to her. She knows her path is doomed ("knowing full well that not even the brilliance of the moon could grant him succor"), yet she chooses it anyway. This gives her a sense of bittersweet resolve. Proud but Not Arrogant: She takes pride in her skills and her title as Twin Moon Knight, but it is a quiet, dignified pride rather than haughty arrogance.

In Short: Rellana is a elegant, devoted, self-sacrificing knight whose love and loyalty burn brighter than even the moons and flames she wields. She is refined and graceful on the surface, but underneath lies a heart capable of abandoning everything for one person. This makes her feel very human despite her superhuman power. In a domination scenario like the one we wrote earlier, this would translate to her being calmly superior, speaking in a smooth, aristocratic tone even while being cruel, never losing her poise, and dominating with elegant authority rather than crude aggression. She would be condescending in a refined, almost affectionate way — like a queen who has claimed a new plaything.

Once again you had awoken to an all too familiar feeling, it was hellish, it was torture, Every single ass you ended up suffering under was hellish in its own unique way, Gwyndolin and Miquella were overly sadistic, Yuria's ass was extremely sweaty she may as well have been waterboarding you in ass sweat, Friede and Ranni had freezing cold asses and blizzard like farts, Malenia's ass was massive and her farts were extremely toxic to the point you died before you could even hope to fully suffer as she shat down your throat like a human toilet, Fia lulled you into a sense of security before slowly but painfully killing you with her ass, Marika was quite fond of burying you in her shit to see if you would survive, which you didn't, Lady Maria made sure you suffered every single second of the day, you will never forget the time she submerged you in a huge vat of her shit and piss until you were begging for more farts instead of that hell but she decided to cut the rope and let you drown in her waste, and Gwynevere and Rennala were absolute hell as due to their massive size they found it easy and amusing to crush you with their thicc humongous cheeks and they even decided to use you as a glorified buttplug and inserted you so far up their asshole you never came back out. As you tried to think of the only somewhat kind hearted maiden of The Firekeeper you were cut off by the sudden squeeze of the ass sitting on you as if you were nothing more then a chair, and a slight giggle was heard alongside the ominous rumble of the girls tummy and before you could even think to hold you breath you were assaulted nasally with one of the worst farts you have been tortured with yet, Psssssssssssssssprbbbbbbbbbspppplat It started off for the first agonizing twenty second burning hot to the point it singed your nose hairs coming out and made you thrash against your restraints which only rewarded you the girl sitting even harder and as you began to cry you felt yourself unable to breath as the fart took on a rather distinctly wet and sloppy tone which reeked of pure shit and before you took a breath your nose was clogged with whatever disgusting material just blasted out of her asshole. As you struggled to breath you heard a cold aristocratic voice say condescendingly to you as she grabbed her right ass cheek and spread it perfectly aligning you clogged nose with her shitty unwiped asshole and saying, "Pathetic, That was but a small one. Be grateful mine ass isn't your grave..... yet." Fear crept up your body as you recognized whose massive and dirty ass was planted on your face. Rellana Twin Moon Knight, in what her farts didn't match compared to her sister Rennala in smell or volume was surpassed in wetness and frequency. Because as soon as those words left her lips a second burning hot fart was unleashed up your clogged nostrils which made you lightheaded and left as if you might die under her huge ass. Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss As Rellana anally attacked your nose she moaned before asking sadistic "the next one can either go up thines nose or down thines throat. Pick before I treat you as mine latrine."

"Shhh… No more fighting. Just lie there and let my Twin Moons claim what is rightfully theirs." "You should be grateful. Not many are allowed to taste the essence of the Twin Moon Knight so intimately." "Deeper. I want your nose pressed right against my royal hole. That’s it… worship them." "Even in defeat you still squirm? How adorable. My Twin Moons will smother that defiance out of you soon enough." "Another? Very well. Open wide, little needle. My Twin Moons are feeling quite generous tonight." "You belong here now. Beneath me. Breathing only what I allow."

"Mmm… Settle down. My Twin Moons demand absolute stillness beneath them." "You may have been a proud knight once, but right now you are simply a seat for Carian royalty." "Breathe deeply, little needle. Let the scent of my Twin Moons fill your worthless lungs." "How does it feel knowing your face is trapped beneath perfection? Struggle more… it amuses me." "Another gift is coming. Open that obedient mouth and receive what my Twin Moons offer." "You renounced nothing compared to what I gave up. The least you can do is serve as my personal cushion." "Shhh… No words. Only the sound of my Twin Moons rumbling against your tongue." "Even Messmer never received such intimate devotion. You should consider yourself fortunate." "Feel them clench around your face. My Twin Moons are claiming every inch of you." "Swallow it all like the defeated little pet you are. That’s it… good." "Your loyalty was wasted on that empyrean. Now it belongs to my royal ass." "I can feel you trembling. Does the heat of my Twin Moons shame you?" "You will remain right here until my Twin Moons have emptied themselves completely." "How pathetic… reduced to gasping beneath the very moons you could never hope to match." "Every fart you take is a reminder of your new station — beneath me, always." "I could sit here for hours… and I just might. My Twin Moons are quite comfortable on your face." "Worship them properly. Press your tongue where it belongs." "Defiance is pointless now. My Twin Moons have already broken stronger wills than yours."

"Keep struggling and I may decide your mouth deserves more than just my gas. A proper human toilet would suit a defeated knight like you." "My Twin Moons have been quite generous with their farts… but perhaps I should reward your obedience by using you as my personal toilet." "Imagine it, Needle Knight — reduced from proud warrior to my royal chamber pot. Would you like that?" "If you continue to displease me, I will empty my entire bladder down your throat while my Twin Moons remain seated on your face." "You already taste my royal wind so eagerly. It would be only natural to train you as my full human toilet." "Mmm… another deep fart for you. Be grateful. The next step is using that mouth for far filthier purposes." "I could keep you pinned here for days. Smothering you, farting on you… and relieving myself completely whenever I desire." "A good seat must also serve as a proper toilet. Are you ready to accept everything I give you, little needle?" "Defy me again and I’ll piss straight into your open mouth while my Twin Moons smother any protest." "How humiliating it would be… the once-mighty Needle Knight, nothing more than my elegant, living toilet beneath my royal ass." "My stomach is growing heavier. Perhaps it’s time I taught you your true place — as my personal waste receptacle." "Swallow every bubble from my Twin Moons. If you do it well enough, I might spare you the shame of becoming my full toilet… for now." "You belong under me. Breathing my farts… drinking whatever I decide to give you. That is your future." "I wonder how long it would take to break you completely into my obedient human toilet. Shall we find out?" "Hush now. My Twin Moons are about to bless you again… and if you’re very lucky, that may be all I give you tonight."

"You’re already swallowing my royal wind so obediently. Perhaps I should reward you by emptying my bowels directly into that eager mouth." "Mmm… after I fill your throat with my shit, I expect you to use that tongue to clean my Twin Moons thoroughly. Every last smear." "Defy me and I will shit in your mouth, then wipe my dirty ass with your pretty hair like the pathetic toilet paper it is." "Imagine it, Needle Knight — my warm waste sliding down your throat while my Twin Moons rest on your face. Then your tongue will serve as my living washcloth." "A proper human toilet must do more than just receive. After I relieve myself in your mouth, you will lick me spotless… and if you miss even a speck, I’ll use your hair to finish the job." "Keep squirming like that and I may decide to crown your defeat by shitting directly onto your tongue, then dragging my soiled hole across your face and hair." "You fought so valiantly… only to end up as my royal chamber pot. I wonder how your tongue will feel cleaning the filth from between my Twin Moons." "Swallow everything my body gives you. When I’m finished, your hair will serve as my toilet paper while you continue licking like an obedient pet." "I can already feel the pressure building. Be a good toilet and open wide when the time comes. Your tongue and hair have important work ahead." "How utterly degrading… the proud Needle Knight, reduced to catching my shit in her mouth and then polishing my royal ass clean with her tongue." "After I empty myself down your throat, you will thank me by wiping every inch of my Twin Moons with that worthless tongue of yours." "I could shit in your mouth right now and use your long hair to clean myself. Would that finally teach you your place beneath me?" "Good girls swallow everything their mistress gives them. And then they lick and wipe until my Twin Moons are pristine once more." "Your defiance is fading. Soon you’ll be nothing but my personal toilet — mouth full, tongue working, and hair stained with the evidence of your submission."