Elden Ring: Miquella's Consort

Miquella :"You are younger in your older pictures."

Alistair :"Jokes on you, I'm canonically 17 eternally."

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(A/N: Miquella's grown up pictures, in case you've forgotten how hot he is ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ:)

"Alistair~." In sweet sleep, he heard an even sweeter voice. His femboy's. God, he loved thinking that. Even while asleep, he still couldn't stop the smile.

"Alistair~." Miquella called out to him again, voice sweet like honey and filled with so much love he felt his heart melt. Unfortunately for Miquella, his soothing voice only deepened his sleep further.

He probably understood that, because the next second, Alistair felt some weight gently get placed on his stomach :"Alistair~, come on, sweetie. Wake up~."

Feeling the gentle kisses on his cheek, he couldn't stay asleep anymore. Taking a deep breath with a smile, he stretched as best as he could with Miquella sitting on him before rubbing his eyes :"Hey, love, good morning-"

But he froze on the spot at what he saw. Even his mind went blank and he forgot how to breathe. Only feeling an immense sense of deja vu. Sitting on top of him was Miquella, but a grown up, legal version, and somehow, if it was even possible, he looked even more gorgeous than before.

He had grown up considerably, no longer the short pipsqueak, but an adult as he sat on him. His body wasn't the only thing that had developed. His face stole Alistair's breath, literally.

As if he wasn't already gorgeous enough, he had become even more beautiful. He would put a woman to shame. But what caught his attention was the way his beauty had also developed in the manly side. He still looked quite womanly, but he was gorgeous in a way that would leave people confused if he was a man or a woman. If he had to word it in a single sentence, he was an androgynous (someone who is both handsome and beautiful), but leaning mostly on womanly beauty.

His features had grown sharper, especially his jawline and eyes. He didn't know what "phoenix eyes" actually looked like, but if he had to take a guess, he was looking at them right now. But he didn't mind the change. Miquella not looking only like a woman didn't bother him. No, it was the exact opposite. He loved this growth more than anything he had imagined.

The only thing concerning his face that wasn't manly was those tasty lips of his. They had grown plumper, juicer, like a woman's, and Alistair couldn't get the thought of kissing them and having them wrapped around his member out of his head.

"Sweetheart?" Miquella grew concerned when color began to leave him :"Alistair! Baby, breath!" He quickly tapped his cheek to wake him up from his trance. He did expect to steal his breath away, but didn't expect him to actually forget to breathe.

Seeing the color return to his face as he gasped, he sighed in relief and chuckled :"Goodness, you scared me for a second." He pulled back, spotless hands on Alistair's chest as he straightened himself, a shy smile on his gorgeous face :"S-so what do you think? I-I assume I l-look good for your standards considering your reaction?"

"Sweetheart..." Alistair studied his face, already grinning, but failing to find the right words :"Believe me, saying that I love your new look is the underestimatement of the goddamn millennia. I just... wow..."

His chuckle of disbelief pulled a shy chuckle from Miquella as well :"Like... wow is the closest word I can think of in my still processing brain for how amazed I am. You look... I-I would use gorgeous, but I feel like even that doesn't do you justice at this point. And that's the word I use for the highest level of beauty! You're just-"

"O-okay, okay! I understand!" Before he could continue rambling, Miquella's hands on his mouth stopped him. The golden femboy blushing furiously, but smiling lovingly instead of shying away :"I get it, Alistair, sweetie. Y-you love my current state as much as I do. Well, hahahaha definitely more, from the looks of it."

"You got that right, love." His voice was muffled by Miquella's pretty fingers. The fingers he couldn't help but kiss, relishing in the shiver that ran down his god's body. His hands weren't satisfied with staying idle anymore.

Instead, coming up to hold Miquella's thighs, like everytime he would sit on his lap. But the instant his hands landed on his thighs, his eyes widened. His already beautiful thighs, due to his growth, had grown even juicier. He didn't even need to look, he had already memorized how his thighs felt in his hands before.

But now, just feeling how soft and thick they were on his definitely beautiful legs, was enough to wake up his resting member. Miquella's jolted from his touch, before finally shying away from his surprised gaze.

He definitely knew why Alistair had such a reaction. And from the looks of it, he was definitely embarrassed by it. But to be fair, it was a normal reaction. After all, not all guys wake up to suddenly have a dump truck of an ass one day.

Ass that Alistair's hands traveled to explore, making Miquella let out a surprise little moan as his fingers sank into the fleshy, meaty cheeks. He squirmed as his large hand played with his ass, now evolved to booty (boo-deh), as if he couldn't believe just what he was touching.

Once he was done examining his dreams given form, Alistair, as a booty warrior, let his head fall back on his pillow. Eyes closed, smiling gently, a picture perfect face of fulfillment on features :"If I die now, I die a happy man."

Miquella couldn't hold in the chuckle as he slapped his chest :"Come on, you're acting like a weirdo again!" But Alistair wasn't bothered, only holding one cheek in each hand and making Miquella gasp when he kneaded them again :"A weirdo with the best booty in the whole wide world in his hands right now."

"W-well, would you like something else of yours to enjoy this b-booty then...?" His eyes shot open as Miquella rubbed his fat ass on his member, causing it to shoot up into life as well. A sultry smile graced his sexy lips, his eyes closing lightly, seductively as Alistair gasped at the feeling of his dick getting crushed under his perfect ass :"You need a reward since you finally granted my long time wish, after all, no?

And what better reward than letting you enjoy this body you've allowed me to acquire? Come on then, love. You haven't forgotten about all the promises of what you would do to me and this ass that you love so much, right?"

Alistair's eyes darkened with lust, a hungry little grin appearing on his reddened face :"Oh, I haven't, and you better believe that." Holding him in place by his hips, he slid his hard member, held back only by his pants, in and out from between Miquella's ass cheeks.

Purposefully aiming for his asshole he had so lovingly trained and leaving Miquella gasping and moaning :"I'm going to fucking fuck you, love. I'm going to breed this sexy ass of yours. I'm going to leave it gaping and dripping with my cum."

He sat up, a hand coming to grab and gently squeeze the golden femboy's neck, just hard enough to make him see stars, but not enough to feel uncomfortable. His eyes rolled back, a whimper of a moan escaping his sexy lips as he was pulled closer, the Tarnished's whispers making him tremble :"I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum, love.

So much so that your bloated stomach will look like that of a pregnant woman's belly. You want that, hm? You want me to breed that ass like I want to impregnate you? Hm? You want me to officially make you my slut?"

"Mmm~, yes, please~..." He moaned with a horny little grin, making Alistair grin so hard his cheeks hurt :"Good, because I've officially had eno-" But just as he wanted to lead Miquella down, a hand on his chest pushed him down instead.

"N-no, y-you're not taking the lead this time." He raised a confused but amused eyebrow at Miquella's smirking, panting form, his golden eyes filled with nothing but pure lust :"I said you need to be rewarded, so naturally, I should be the one to service you.

From preparing your fat, delicious cock, to letting you enjoy the sight of me preparing my hungry hole for all of this thick manliness, I'll be the one to do them. Not you. This is your reward, so you just need to sit back, relax and enjoy the sight of your god consort preparing himself to be bred by you, understood~?"

Alistair's grin was nothing but feral. His breathing intense and hot as his member grew harder than ever in his entire life :"Understood, my gorgeous, minx of a god~."

(A/N: Okay, okay, I PROMISE it's the next chapter, alright?! I wanted to set the stage, and you already know I like to be thorough with my cooking for maximum enjoyment, and I suddenly saw that we were more than 3/4 into the chapter! So just treat this as appetizer, and wait for the real meal ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ!)