Consort of Destined Death Chapter 30 (Patreon)

“Have I ever mentioned how this place gives me the creeps?”

“You’re hardly the only one.” Melina shivered. “It was even worse when we first came here, with most of the halls and chambers stained with blood. For some reason, half the Manor’s rooms were converted into torture chambers and ritual sites.”

“Yuck.” He grimaced, glad he had been unconscious for that part.

He was back in Volcano Manor, located at the summit of Mount Gelmir, inside of what could only be described as a semi-active volcano. Why anyone would build such a grand home - or why they were even staying there now - was beyond him.

Rykard had been a sick fuck, devoted to blood rituals and dark magic in a way that would probably make Voldemort drool. As Melina had stated, blood and torture seemed to be his followers’ favorite pastime, with huge portions of the estate dedicated to just that. Even after Malenia had ordered her soldiers to clean the Manor from base to spire, there were still remnants of what the place used to be.

“Rykard used to be a leading justicar for the Golden Order, and favored torture to accomplish his tasks.” Malenia added to their conversation, her expression showing only the smallest amount of distaste.

“All the better that he is gone, I suppose.” Harry sighed, knowing that he was the one who killed him. Of the scores of people he had killed up until that point, Rykard’s death was one he wouldn’t regret. “Not that it makes things any easier.”

“One less contender for the Elden Ring, and a Great Rune gained in the process.” Malenia seemed to understand his meaning though, as she regarded him. “But life is hardly simple, and its challenges endless - from my perspective at least. As for thyself, Millicent made mention of it in passing, but what is it that troubles you?”

“Is it that easy for you to tell?” He grimaced as she nodded. “The man who murdered my parents has returned after laying low for a while. He’s gathering followers in secret as we speak, trying to build up enough manpower that he can crush everyone when he finally reveals himself.”

Malfoy, Nott, Macnair. And a bunch of other heavy-hitters had been in that graveyard with Voldemort, either being powerful politically or magically. Behind the scenes those men were secretly recruiting or sabotaging parts of the Ministry, as well as carrying out what other sick schemes Voldemort had quietly planned.

And while Harry had killed a few of them - and shown he was a powerful wizard that wasn’t to be messed with in the process - he was just one man. Most of his allies were in the Lands Between, with really only Daphne, Susan, and Fleur backing him up.

Of course, he had met with Dumbledore after the Third Task a couple of days ago, but things were still tense between them. Their relationship would never be perfect, and the fact that Dumbledore’s Order was content to sit on the sidelines and spy on Voldemort’s followers rather than take action against them only made things worse for Harry’s mood.

“You require my assistance?”

“Yes.” He answered Malenia’s question, even if it hurt his pride. “It probably won’t be for a while, but I definitely could use the help.”

“Consider it given.” She smiled.

“Now that we’re done with that.” He wanted to think about something other than Voldemort, as he changed topics. “Want to tell me what has you so troubled?”

Malenia’s eye twitched in anger for a brief moment, her jaw straining before she finally began to speak.

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Two Weeks Previously…

The crash of metal sounded out as another Abductor Virgin was felled, a graveyard of the grotesque machines made for torture lying in front of her. They were a foul metallic creation of her brother, Rykard, and Malenia only eyed the macabre sight before looking away for the final time.

“I believe that is the last of them in this area, my Princess.” Seraphel, one of her Cleanrot Knight generals, spoke at her side.

Even if Rykard was dead along with his strongest supporters, some of his army still remained in scattered remnants. They were those who had barricaded themselves inside Volcano Manor in a last stand, or were left behind in the mountain’s outskirts. Killing or imprisoning them all was a tedious task, but needed to be done nonetheless.

“Lady Malenia!” A new voice called out, and she turned to see Harry’s maiden walking over.

“Melina.” She greeted warmly, being familiar with the woman. They were almost friends, and she was glad for it, with the girl being Harry’s most trusted confidant. “What brings you here? Is there news on Harry’s condition?”

The finger maiden had been at her Tarnished’s side since he fell unconscious, helping keep him comfortable since they came to Volcano Manor, and in the weeks since.

“Sadly, no.” The brunette disappointedly replied. “He slumbers, and I suppose I felt the urge to leave that decrepit manor for the day.”

She let out a small snort, feeling much the same. After all, Malenia knew she should be back in Volcano Manor, strategizing their next moves with her allies. Yet she hated that place, and left its walls behind to spend the day fighting what was left of Rykard’s scattered army. “You are not alone.”

“You like him, don’t you?” Melina inquired suddenly. “I had feared Harry only agreed to your union for practical reasons, but the two of you seem to have something deeper.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” The raging blush on her cheeks in that moment said otherwise.

The brunette giggled in a way that made her cheeks feel even hotter. “Of course.”

She went to speak, only to pause. In the distance she could hear a distinct shifting of wind, her sixth sense tingling in warning. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear wha-”

The girl didn’t finish, as Malenia was already gone.

Their altitude was already high, located at the upper portion of one of the larger mountains within the Lands Between. It meant that the clouds were accordingly low, as Malenia leapt up and rose between the cloud layers a few hundred feet above.

When she cleared the cloud layers, her blade was already moving, a flash of white scales and colossal wings appearing right in front of her. The gigantic eyes of the flying beast went wide in shock at the sudden sight of her, having not expected the attack, before a crack of impact rumbled out in the sky.

The strike of her blade caused the white dragon to cry out in surprise and rage as it was sent plummeting down to the earth below, its four wings flapping uselessly until it finally crashed down. Malenia followed, soaring right after it as she landed right next to the creature’s impact crater.

The beast itself was the size of a small town, one of the larger Ancient Dragons that she had seen over the centuries. As for the dragon itself, it rose and shook its head, seemingly trying to regain its senses after her sudden attack. For her part, Malenia immediately recognized just who the beast in front of her was. It was a creature that rarely left the comforts of Leyndell, and had lived in the Altus Plateau for centuries up until that point.

“Lansseax.”

The Ancient Dragon turned her direction and glared. “Malenia. I see now that thy return was not an exaggeration.”

“Came to verify for thyself then?”

She was acquainted with the Ancient Dragon in front of her, a creature who was a veteran of the Ancient Dragon Wars fought before her birth. And if not for that, it was because of Lansseax’s brother Fortissax, one of the closest allies to Malenia’s deceased brother, Godwyn.

Behind her, she could hear her Cleanrot Knights rushing to her location, along with Melina walking over to stand at her side as they looked up at the Ancient Dragon.

“I did, as well as to pass along information I have learned.” Lansseax spoke. “Thy goal of reaching the Erdtree’s base is futile.”

Her eyes widened, before narrowing dangerously behind her helm. “Is that a threat?”

The humongous creature shook its head in the negative. “After the Elden Ring was shattered, the base of the Erdtree was closed off by its own roots. The tree itself blocks any from entry, uncaring if thou possess a Great Rune or not. Many have tried to gain access, and none have been granted audience inside.”

“Are you sure?” Melina’s voice shook, to which the dragon nodded. “Why would Queen Marika allow this to happen?”

Silence greeted her question, until Lansseax finally spoke. “I believe thou knowest the answer to that.”

“My Mother is not the one who controls the Erdtree.” Malenia spoke tightly, getting Melina’s attention. “She is merely a vessel of the Elden Ring. The Erdtree, the Fingers, and the rest are all subservient to the Greater Will itself. In truth, one could call my Mother a figurehead, with her shattering of the Elden Ring being considered an act of rebellion against the Greater Will. It means that…”

Your Mother is likely dead. Or worse. Those words went unspoken, yet they echoed throughout the confines of her mind. It was the only logical conclusion, that the Greater Will had orchestrated some sort of revenge upon Marika for her treachery and blocked all passage into the Erdtree.

“Thou understands what this means, dost thou not?” Lansseax rumbled out.

“That there is no point in continuing this war, for we cannot reach the base of the Erdtree, nor can we mend the Elden Ring.”

/////

Deafening silence greeted the end of Malenia’s explanation, the room’s atmosphere consumed by shock and some despair. For her part, Marika’s daughter looked furious, turning to anger over this revelation rather than wallowing in misery. As for his finger maiden, Melina looked the closest to tears he had ever seen.

“Is it possible that the dragon was… lying?” He asked at last.

“No.” His future wife answered. “Ancient Dragons are especially proud creatures, and view lying and any form of deceit with nothing but contempt.”

“So it’s all futile then?” He asked with a bit of disbelief. “Nothing we do can work?”

“There is one solution...” Melina shifted awkwardly. “At the top of the Mountaintops lies a forge once used by the giants in a different age. Its heat is said to be hot enough to burn the Erdtree. We could-”

“No.” Malenia coldly cut her off. “To burn the Erdtree would be a transgression of the highest order. To commit such an act against the occupants of these lands is unthinkable, and would cause a genocide among my Mother’s followers.”

“That option does seem… extreme.” He grimaced at the thought of setting fire to that humongous tree.

Everything had seemed somewhat simple up until that point. Lay siege to Leyndell, take the city, gain access to the Erdtree’s base, fix the Elden Ring. That was the order of events needed to win this struggle, yet now everything seemed so much more complicated.

We need help. It had been several weeks since the two learned this information, and yet no one had clear answers for what to do.

“Until answers are found, I will put everything on hold.” Malenia decided. “I will not throw my armies against Leyndell’s walls if it will ultimately be futile.”

Disappointing, but the right decision. His stomach felt uneasy. Why kill thousands when it’s all pointless in the end?

A sudden idea popped into mind then, something - or rather, someone - from before who could help them out.

“What if we ask Ranni for help?” He suddenly asked.

Both women faced him, their facial expressions complete opposites of one another in that moment.

“My sister?” Malenia frowned. “You are acquainted with her?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but Melina giggled and spoke first. “A bit more than that, really. Princess Ranni has a soft spot for Harry, and Queen Rennala even asked him to become her daughter’s consort.”

“Is that so?” The taller redhead’s tone made his hairs stand on edge. A possessive and very dangerous glint had entered her gaze in that moment.

He coughed. “We visited Caria Manor for a few weeks on our journey here.”

If anything, Malenia’s expression only seemed to become more pronounced. From the side, Melina looked like she was trying to hide a laugh, eventually standing up and heading towards the door. “I think I’ll take my leave.”

He nodded, before turning back to Malenia and freezing. She had crossed the space between them and was practically sitting on his lap with how close she was to him.

“My sister wished to take you as her consort, and you did not think to inform me?”

“Heh, uh… It really wasn’t a big deal at the time?”

“On the contrary, I would’ve liked to know this information before now.”

“Are you and Ranni on bad terms?”

“I committed an unspeakable act against her brother, and now you have killed her only remaining blood sibling.” She looked to the side in shame as she spoke. “Regardless of her feelings on the matter, these are major slights. As for our relationship… she never got along with Miquella, and that contributed to my own attitude towards her in the past.”

Miquella, huh? He remained quiet, but committed that small detail to memory. If what Malenia was saying was true, then Ranni and Miquella were likely rivals of a sort. For a moment, he almost blurted out what he learned from the Sphinx in the maze - about Miquella being in the Lands of Shadow - before deciding against it.

“Is that why you’re worried about us being friends?”

“No.” She ran her hand through his hair, almost dotingly. “Rather it’s the thought of my sister ensnaring you in her clutches before we met. If that were to come to pass, we would surely be enemies.”

“I see.” For a minute he thought it was envy that drove Malenia, not wanting to risk losing his affection to her sister. But instead it was the mere thought of them never meeting in the first place in case he sided with Ranni from the beginning.

“Perhaps I should show how grateful I am to have you as mine, my sweet Tarnished.” She suddenly whispered in his ear, making Harry shiver. “Let us pick up where we last left off.”

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It was a hasty and ungraceful path for them to both undress and climb on the bed. The two of them could hardly contain themselves, feeling each other up as they crossed the room to Malenia’s bed, leaving behind a mess of robes along with her prosthetic arm of unalloyed gold.

He ended up lying down, her larger frame landing on top of him much like before. He watched as her legs landed on either side of his body, golden prosthetic legs disappearing as she knelt to show him nothing but unscathed muscular, thick thighs.

His fat, burning hot length pointed straight upwards, the head of his aching cock brushing against her pussy lips. He watched as wetness dripped from Malenia’s core, coating the inner portion of her thighs and soaking part of his length.

“Big…” She muttered quietly, looking down at the length about to impale her, and Harry was very grateful for his endowment in that moment.

He sat up and reached around to grab two fistfuls of her meaty ass, finding it to be surprisingly soft. It was a massive ass, made up of powerful muscle combined with womanly fat to create the perfect spherical shape. His fingers sunk into it, the feeling of divinity in his grasp, and Harry wondered what it would feel like to have it clapping against his thighs.

But his thoughts were disrupted when Malenia lowered herself with a slight gasp, her remaining arm coming down to hold on to his shoulder for support, as he went from looking down at her cunt to up her face. Her breaths came loudly, golden eyes unsteady and cheeks blushing hard as he felt himself enter her.

Hot and tight. That was what he felt, almost like his cock was being crushed under a molten volcano of womanly warmth. Harry groaned at the sensation, vision blurring at how unexpectedly tight she was, and how she relentlessly consumed him.

She was a lot of woman, more muscular than any woman of her height had a right to be, yet also curvy and beautiful. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised by how tight her pussy was considering her fitness, yet Harry definitely was.

“Oh my…” She let out faintly, breathing hard as if trying to get her bearings back.

“You don’t say…” He managed to say, trying to hold on to his sanity.

His grip on her big bum tightened, letting her down another few inches as Malenia let out a low moan. Meanwhile her breasts were getting closer to his face, heaving immensely with her labored breaths. He couldn’t help but lean in and suck on one of them, causing her to lightly yelp in surprise, all while his hands squeezed her ass.

“Oh, Harry!” She sunk the rest of the way down at that, her bum finally colliding against his thighs. “T-That’s good!”

“Damn right it is.” He grit out, his manhood completely inside her.

His hands moved from her bum to her wide hips, holding them for the next part as he lifted her up a few inches before quickly slamming her back down.

“GAH!” Her head shot straight up with that quick movement, a speck of spittle erupting from her mouth as he felt her come. Her core seemed to shake and quake around him, before seemingly putting his cock in an even tighter stranglehold as she came.

“Fuck.” He tried to hold on, to make it through her orgasm, even as Malenia writhed and shook in his arms.

At the end of it, she slumped against him, breathing hard but content. “Please keep going.”

“If you can take it?”

Insulting her pride was the wrong thing to do. “Of course I can.”

His grip on her hips strengthened as he raised her up before pulling her back down with a loud clap of flesh. She only let out a surprised breath at the first thrust, before becoming louder with each subsequent movement.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

Soon all that could be heard was the clapping of flesh sounding out within their bedroom inside Volcano Manor. Male groans and feminine moans followed it, the type that made their love session sound all that more erotic.

It was rough but enjoyable, the type of sex that two powerful beings could have without worrying about their partner. He typically had to be somewhat careful with his newfound strength, having enough runes to break someone in half - with Malenia having much the same problem.

Their time now presented the rare opportunity for the two of them to let loose for a little bit. Oddly, Harry found he could fight for hours if needed, yet a few minutes of sex was all that was needed to make him sweat. That said, neither of them were fully going all out, as they were still getting used to each other’s bodies.

“Ugh, I…” She bit out.

“Coming again?” He didn’t mean to be teasing, and she was too consumed by pleasure to take it that way. Instead the large redhead only nodded, lost in their lovemaking.

Her next orgasm was simply too much for him to endure, as his manhood was squeezed and practically milked by her cunt. His balls thrummed up under the pleasure, churning in their sack and preparing to shoot their load straight into her.

“G-Gonna cum…” He gasped, the pleasure finally too much. “Where do you want it?”

She understood that question, and her gaze gained a fervent look. On the next thrust she rose high enough that his cock flopped out, landing on his thighs with his manhood right before her. Her hand reached down to grasp his erect and pulsing cock, jerking it from base to tip as he growled in pleasure.

When he came, it was hard, weeks of backed-up seed expelled from his raging shaft. For her part, Malenia pointed his cumming cock right up at her body, and his first load blew high in the air to land right in the middle of her big tits. His next stream came right after that, landing on her right breast, then her left, then her stomach and abs. She jacked him off all the while, letting him coat her body with seed before his orgasm finally ended.

“Whoa…” He breathed heavily, not expecting that. “That was…”

“Enjoyable.” She finished his sentence, leaning down with her body still covered in his cum to give him a passionate kiss. “Now, my sweet Tarnished, do not forget that I am yours, and you are my consort till the end.”

“Yeah.” He managed to get out, feeling his manhood twitching in excitement. I’m never letting this woman go. “Mind if we go again?”

Her enthused smirk said it all.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N: Ranni will be returning soon