The Blood That Binds

An Elden Ring fanfiction, originally posted on Ao3

[Rape/Non-Con] [Miquella / St. Trina] [Mohg, Lord of Blood]

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Fairy wind blew through the white petals and discoloured leaves falling from the canopied sky, glinting palely from the small, purple sun hanging high above it all. They gently flew around the hazily defined garden, some brushing her white dress, and others settling on her motionless legs. Her hands, too, lay immobile on her lap, deep beneath an overflowing pile of petals, and above those slender arms and shoulders her soft face rested under her long, golden hair, shining beautifully under the cold sunlight. She sat there for countless hours, days, weeks even, all measurements meaningless in that realm of hers, without moving or ever budging a centimeter of her own volition, sometimes as if in a deep slumber, other times only pensive.

A hint of sharp pain suddenly drew her out of her quietude, her face contorting in a grimace, trying her best to resist. In a moment the pain dulled, and she slowly lifted her head. The arboreal dome high above her started to pulsate, suddenly rotting and coming apart in places, its ethereal branches twisting into dark veins, and their leaves crumbling to dust to reveal a sickening brown sky, soupy and mixed in clotted blood. She knew it was beginning again.

All around her she started to hear the sound of footsteps crushing the fallen leaves, getting ever closer, until a tall, broad, dark figure stepped out of the darkening forest around her. Blood trailed behind him and pooled around his hulking black feet, withering the garden's white lilies as it spread along the ground. Bowing deep down on one knee, he lowered his thickly horned head and spoke in a gravelly, yet soft voice:

“Dearest Miquella, I have come for you once again.”

“Trina.” the girl said in a stern yet meek voice, almost a whisper. “You try to court me and time again you fail to understand how you ought to address me in this realm of mine.”

The brute fell to his knees and crawled along the ground, stopping in front of the small girl and bowing his head down as much as he could, his bramble of horns rustling amongst the leaves. “Apologies, of course, I profoundly apologise, my dear Trina. I will accommodate all your wishes, of course.” He gently held her foot in his much larger hands, caressing it slowly as if not to accidentally break it.

“Leave me be then. All I wish for is to dream in peace and you deny me even that.”

“Ah, but that I cannot do, my goddess. We are eternally bound and inseparable now, for as I am yours, you are mine.” he replied, almost sardonically.

His hand moved along her pale foot, and the black obsidian claw jutting unnaturally out of his deformed left hand slowly grazed her soft skin, leaving a tiny white cut as it slid along its length. She grimaced at the light sting, looking away from him and momentarily closing her eyes. Holding her foot closer to him, he slowly opened his fanged mouth and out of it came a thick, black, serpentine tongue, wet with saliva; it licked the toes that reluctantly pointed at him, and dragged up the length of the foot, leaving a thick trail running down her glistening skin, and thin strings of saliva between her toes.

“Spare me.” she said, as she whisked her foot away from him.

“You know that I only desire the best for both of us - your godship, and our reign in blood, together.” he said as he got back on his feet.

“My godship… My godship was already assured, omen. I was growing a most beautiful icon for a most blessed order, more blessed and generous and bountiful than the Golden Order had ever been, to your kind, or mine mother's, or mine sister's.”

He stood tower-like over Trina, thundering “Our mother? What hardship has our dearest mother ever faced? What hardship could a god ever face? And your sister, cradled in golden linen…” He checked himself. “No, of course, I cannot judge your young ambitions too harshly, my goddess, but I won't sympathise with the rest of our family.”

“You don't know enough about our mother. I do. I have read the apocrypha. I have walked the forbidden tunnels and blessed roots under the capital and dream-walked further. Do not believe the infatuation I have garnered is blind and unwarranted.” Her speech was quiet but full of pride, but giving way to a small hint of pity she continued “Of course, you could not have.”

“No, I could not have. While you were raised under blindingly golden light, I was left to die under the sewage and cobblestone below the capital. I wonder, while walking those forbidden tunnels, as you say, did you ever pay any mind to those of us rotting there?”

“I did, as a matter of fact. You know, if you had just let me complete my divine transformation, I could have cured all illnesses and all curses. I could not have made you human again, but I could have prevented the fell curse from taking any more newborn lives. My goal was not another order of opulence, but to take all under my wing, to end all suffering.” She looked up at him, her eyes looking directly at his for the first time since he had arrived, and he once again got the rare opportunity to lose himself in her beauty. “Not even you, or any other omen, would be forsaken under my divinity.”

“Oh, my dearest goddess…” His monstrous hand stroked her cheek. She did not falter. “Despite all I have done for you, despite all the time we have spent together, you still do not understand me. My omen blood is no curse, it is what gave me life! Without my reviled blood I would never have found my strength, drive, and purpose! I would never have found the will to make my way out of those forsaken sewers without it!”

“And so you take it all for yourself… I suppose I should not expect any better.”

He fiercely grasped her by the chin just as she was turning her head away, and whispered, his demonic face right next to hers “Yes, yes, and no one will pity me because I have found my power in the dump I was thrown into. The golden and the nobles and the blessed have had their time, now I will take it all for myself - for ourselves, for you will be my goddess and I your lord in our new order of blood!”

She could feel his infatuation faltering and a boorish pride taking over. But she would not let that scare her, that only made her want to tease her captor and see how far she could push him.

“Yes, such a shame you had to go and pluck my seedling body from the divine tree I was nourishing… With my blood, no less. Did you know? Did it make you jealous that all my blood was going to others and not to you?” She snickered, for a moment, before continuing. “Well, because of that, who knows when my body will wake up? Not even I do. I've been here for so long.. No, not here - wandering… wandering in dreams…” And her face returned to its former morose look.

“Worry not, my goddess, for I have assured you will wake up one day, you will wake up from your dreamful slumber and be mine entirely! From the moment I brought your cocoon back here, and even now, my omen blood courses through your veins and blesses your body. I course through your veins, and enter your dreams. You will eventually have to accept that you are already mine, no matter what, my dear goddess.” he half-whispered venomously and wholly lovingly.

She looked down at her soft arms and felt the uneasiness under her skin; not even here could she escape the fate that befell her body. “Yes, my body… My body, it's…..” She tightly gripped her dress, her face hidden in the luscious golden hair falling over it.

“Yes, your body, would you like to see it?” He teased her, whispering in her ear.

“Don't.”

She felt her head ache acutely for a second, only to open her eyes and see the withering forest around her crumble into ash, giving way to ancient architecture - dynastic statues watching over her, and pillars wreathed in embers reaching towards a fake sky. Ahead of her stood a large cocoon - her large cocoon - and in front of it a group of glaringly white war surgeons standing side to side, expectant, or maybe at the ready. Through the large gash that tore open the egg she could see a body inside, large, naked, and corrupted far beyond its former beauty.

Mohg once again gripped her chin and forced her to look ahead. “Behold, your body, the body of Miquella the Beautiful.”

“No.. No, that is no longer my body.” Tears started to stream down her face. “You have ravaged and destroyed the body of Miquella the Unalloyed… That is not me anymore. Even if I have to continue a spectre forever, I will never awaken in that body again, not after what you've done to it…”

“You pretend to care for my kind, or rather, our kind, now, and yet you hurt my feelings so. But you will reciprocate my love, one day.”

“Is this how you show your love?” she whispered, full of hatred.

“Please my dearest goddess, don't doubt my love! For now, hate me, despise me, but never doubt my love for you! Your opinion will change, with time, with blood, and with your awakening.”

“You may have ruined my body, but my spirit will never return to it. I will never be yours.”

“Oh but how wrong you are…” And just like that, the omen disappeared into a cloud of bloody mist that stained the putrid air. “I will show you how bound to this body you truly are..” his voice echoed all around her, but she was completely unable to determine where exactly it was coming from.

“What are you…” she began to ask, before doubling over in pain. Her whole body felt aflame and as she slowly raised her head, she saw the body in the cocoon in front of her start to move, twitching, at first, and then moving its limbs in slow and clumsy motions, in the small space that it had inside its egg.

“Can you feel me, running inside your veins? Controlling your precious blood as it mixes with my own?” the bodiless voice taunted her.

“Leave it be.. you monster…”

“Your body belongs to me, dear Miquella, you are wholly mine, and you will submit to me!”

Steadying herself despite the pain, Trina looked ahead in horror as the lord of blood controlled her large, corrupted, body. The cocoon began to crack and tear in places as it clumsily changed position, and then reached its right arm down towards its desiccated crotch. She could see the hot blood coursing through her body as it moved from limb to limb, vein to vein, this time flowing downwards to her lower half. At once she saw blood surge in the body's penis, hardening it and giving it a lively red hue that contrasted with the dying skin that covered the rest of her corpse. Controlling her helpless body, the lord of blood gripped her cock and started to move her arm, stroking it harshly and rapidly.

“Do you see how little control you have, my little sweet thing?” bellowed the omen like formless thunder.

The little girl barred her teeth, shouting back “No! You are wrong, I'm not powerless, not even like this, I can't… I refuse!” She got up and ran ahead, phasing through the masked surgeons in her own formless state, before turning around to face one of them and leaning in to whisper in his unaware ear. A new light sparked in the surgeon's eyes, and he suddenly started to move forward, tightly gripping his sharp, pointed dagger, but at the sight of this all the other surgeons rushed forward, grabbing hold of him and pulling him back. The lone surgeon waved his arms around, cutting a couple of his assailants as he struggled to break free, before the others pulled out their own daggers and plunged them into his body, over and over, until he completely stopped moving and blood pooled beneath all of them. Trina tried to glide over to them, but was stopped by an unbearable pain that suddenly struck her head. She looked over and saw the blood afflicting her body, now pooling in her head and flooding her brain in acute pain.

“Please, my dear god, my Miquella, do not try to play tricks on me, not when I have control of your delicate body. All it takes is for me to go to your head and burst to my pleasure… Of course, I would never do such a thing, but if you don't behave I will have to keep you in check…” she heard loudly ringing in her ears, before the pain subsided and she saw the blood coursing through her body move back to her arm and crotch. And just as if nothing had happened, her arm went back to its aggressive stroking of her inflamed cock. Her spectral form felt no pleasure, only a ghost-like sensation reaching to her from her detached body. Only its pain.

“Stop… I command you, as your goddess…” she ordered in desperation.

“Even now, in our moment of utmost intimacy, you reject me…” retorted the omen's voice, hanging in the air like bloody mist. “Even as I do this entirely for your gratification… Well, no matter… I will show you pleasure and pain beyond your imagination, or your control!”

Her body's other arm began to move, reaching between its legs before she felt another painful sting. Her body's left arm had violently and suddenly stuck its fingers inside her body's asshole, thrusting in and out, rubbing her engorged prostate. Blood dripped with each thrust, let loose by the initial, painful, and uncaring insertion. The stroking increased in speed and in harshness, painfully gripping her cock, stretching its skin as its fingers pulled it up and down. Trina averted her eyes.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel it coming, dear Miquella?” breathed the lord of blood, in eager and malevolent anticipation, but Trina only sat there in silence as her body ravaged itself. She could feel Mohg's excitement growing as he played with her body, incrementally increasing the speed of his movements, until she could see, through her body's bulging veins, embers spread across her body's entire bloody network. Their cursed blood was on fire and she could feel it scarring her on the inside, and she could feel it exciting him.

Cum started to spurt out of her cock as her arm violently stroked it, at first in large bursts that hit the inside of the cocoon and even flew out through its large tear, but eventually subsiding into a thick drizzle that pooled at the bottom of the cocoon. The thick liquid, transformed by the cursed omen blood, was viscous and dark yellow with brownish-red spots running all over it, only interspersed by a small amount of thin and almost translucent islands of white.

Trina got up from the illusory brick floor and, looking away, addressed the lord of blood still inside her: “Now leave that body. You've done enough, surely? Leave it at once.”

“As you wish…” replied the omen's menacing voice, and all at once blood burst from all over her body, forming into a cloud of thick pink mist in front of the cocoon. The moment he violently exited her body her limbs fell back into their slumber, all of the muscles in her body relaxed from their unnatural contractions, her bladder unwittingly emptied itself, replacing the slow drip of putrid cum with a stream of dark yellow piss that filled the bottom of the cocoon, until the unsightly mix of liquids spilled out of the cocoon's tear and onto the ancient masonry below. Out of the bloody cloud of mist the lord of blood reappeared, this time entirely out of her body and dreams.

“I will be back, my dear Miquella, soon enough. You won't be alone for long…” he whispered to her sleeping body, knowing she could still hear him in her dream, even as the vision of the ancient temple fell away and was replaced by the white grove that originally filled her dreamscape.

Everything was peaceful again, for the moment. Wind blew through the delicate trees surrounding her garden. White leaves fell eternally from the divine canopy. Soft purple light shone down on her, curled up on the ground. “Such humiliation… My body, ruined… forever… My dream, crushed…..” She cried as she tightly wrapped her arms around her own torso. “Dear sister, please… save me…”