[BONUS] Comfort in a Lonely World (Dark Souls) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Loving, F/F, Sex Toys

Word Count: 3,052

Summary: Priscilla's existence in the Painted World is one of solitude. Until it isn't, and the Crossbreed finds herself making a friend. Eventually, that friend wants to be something more... and Priscilla is all the happier for it.

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The Painted World is as lonely and as desolate as ever. Priscilla doesn’t bother to keep a smile on her face. There is no one around to appreciate it. The crossbreed, half-dragon, half-something else, only has one being she will smile for these days anyways. Only one friend, in a friendless world. There is a woman, a woman who has given her a reason to feel happiness again. Priscilla is-

Someone enters the Painted World and Priscilla is torn from her thoughts as she lifts her head. The intruder will arrive shortly, but the white-haired half-dragon is already confident she knows who it will be. Only one visits her with any frequency these days, and hope and desire well in Priscilla’s breast, until finally her belief is vindicated, and a smile does spread across her face as the only friend she’s ever had appears before her.

“Thou has returned…”

Vibrant green eyes stare up at Priscilla in amusement, and their owner cocks an eyebrow and adopts a lopsided grin as she responds.

“Was there any doubt that I would? Honestly Priscilla, we’re friends now. You don’t have to worry about me abandoning you. I swore I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”

Priscilla bows her head, acknowledging her fault. It was hard, to trust again after so long. Even with a woman like Neva, this beautiful green-eyed human standing before her. It was just so difficult, but it was unfair for Priscilla to put her own insecurities and doubts onto the female warrior. Clad in light armor and wielding a sword, Neva looked ready for battle. But Priscilla was ever at ease in her presence. The young human only fought monsters and those who would attack her, and while Priscilla had believed herself to be a monster for a long, LONG time, Neva had been the one to tell her she wasn’t.

And if a killer of monsters declares you to be devoid of monstrous traits, you have to listen, don’t you? At least, that was how Neva had explained it. Smiling slightly, Priscilla lifts her gaze to make eye contact with her sole friend once more.

“Thou did, this is true. I… I confess, I still do not know why thou bothers with us… thine desires are enigma still.”

Neva giggles at her and Priscilla finds herself flushing a bit at the human girl’s mirth. As the young female strides forward, Priscilla hunches in on herself just a little, feeling self-conscious despite the massive disparity in size between them. When Neva arrives, she gives Priscilla a big vibrant grin, and then a hug around the waist that has the crossbreed freezing up. Her flush turns into a full-fledged blush as her white face goes bright red, but ultimately, she reaches out to wrap Neva in a one-armed hug all the same.

Finally, the human warrior pulls back and plants her fists on her hips.

“It’s because I like you Priscilla. And you don’t deserve to be all alone in here. Even if that’s the way it has to be, I’m not about to let you suffer.”

Ah… Priscilla wishes she could pay Neva back in some way. The young woman has been so, SO good to her.

“And that’s why I’ve found a new spell for us to try.”

Blinking at that, Priscilla looks and sees Neva with a strangely colored glow in her palm, and a mischievous glint in her eye. More curious than afraid, the crossbreed leans forward.

“What… what does thy spell do?”

Neva’s smile finally falters just a bit, and she nibbles at her lower lip for a second.

“Priscilla… do you trust me?”

It only takes a moment for her to think about it, before she’s nodding.

“… Yes.”

If she cannot trust Neva, who can she trust? As the young woman casts the spell on her, Priscilla lets her eyes drift shut to avoid the bright glow of it, letting it wash over her without resistance. In that moment, the half-dragon can’t help but think, that if Neva IS truly betraying her, she doesn’t want to live on anymore anyways.

But no, there is no pain, even as something DOES change. Her Scythe, it feels so large, albeit no heavier. Her fingers barely clasp around the haft of it though, and in the end Priscilla sets it down, even as she opens her eyes to find the weapon is much, MUCH bigger than it was when she closed them. Or perhaps… glancing up, Priscilla looks upon her friend with wonder in her gaze, now at eye level with Neva.

The scythe has not grown, it is she who has shrunk. She’s no longer towering over Neva by so much, instead she and the human are the same exact size.

“Thou has…”

Grinning wickedly, Neva steps forward, setting her own weapon aside and walking over Priscilla’s scythe. Before the crossbreed knows what’s happening, the young woman has invaded her personal space, and those beautiful green eyes of hers are far, far closer than Priscilla had ever anticipated. Neva cradles her face with both hands and then leans into kiss her, and it’s like Priscilla’s entire world ends and begins, all in one moment.

The white-haired half-dragon’s eyes go wide as their lips meet and Neva almost attacks her mouth in her hunger. The female warrior is nibbling at Priscilla’s lips, running her tongue back and forth across them, slipping it in between them. For a long instant, Priscilla is frozen in disbelieve. Then, she’s melting into Neva’s grasp, allowing the woman to kiss her heatedly, and ultimately, kissing her back.

She’s hesitant at first, inexperienced and unsure of how to go about doing what they’re doing. But Neva is an enthusiastic teacher, and before long, the makeout session is neutral as Priscilla finds herself instinctively putting her hands-on Neva’s hips, drawing the armored young woman in closer to her. Priscilla’s long tail slides up from behind her and winds its way up around one of Neva’s legs, and in that moment, Priscilla never wants to let the other woman go, not ever again.

Eventually though, Neva does move to pull back, and despite her desire, Priscilla isn’t aggressive enough to force her to stay. Instead, a light, pathetic whine escapes from Priscilla’s throat as their lips disconnect, prompting a giggle and a peck on the nose from Neva.

“Not to worry, we’re far from done… in fact, I was thinking we could take things to the next level.”

A little dazed from the kissing, Priscilla blinks as she looks at her friend… at her lover? What were they now? What were they becoming? No matter what it was, Priscilla rather thought she wanted to see it. She wanted to become whatever Neva wanted of her.

“A-Alright…”

With her consent, Neva’s smile grows even wider and Priscilla finds herself on her back before she even knows what’s happening. Her dress, unlike her weapon, had shrunk with her, but now Neva is busy removing it, undoing the ties and the buttons that hold it together, and sliding it off Priscilla’s body. The long, furred garment ends up acting as a bed for the two of them, even as Neva runs her hands over the crossbreed’s naked, pale form. It feels good, no, it feels better than good.

Priscilla moans as Neva’s hands find a place at her tits, kneading and groping the fine set of mammaries. She writhes under the young woman’s relentless onslaught, and just when she thinks it can’t get any better, Neva slides one hand down between her legs, and quite suddenly, there’s a finger inside of her. Priscilla’s eyes go wide at that. She’s never… she’s never had anything inside her before.

It’s clear that Neva knows what she’s doing though, because rather than feeling like an intrusion, Priscilla finds herself moaning even louder, as the young warrior molests her right then and there in the middle of the Painted World. The digits kneading Priscilla’s breast dig deep and the finger inside of her cunt slips this way and that, curling back and forth, playing with her in a way she’d never known she COULD be played with.

The shrunken crossbreed’s body bucks up into Neva’s hands and her tail helps her find support as she mewls and lifts her hips up towards Neva’s thrusting finger.

“Heh, like that don’t you? I thought you might. Want some more?”

Priscilla is beyond words at this point. Neva has turned her into a whimpering, simpering mess in no time at all, but then, the half-dragon IS a virgin still, something that the young woman finds out as she adds a second finger alongside the first, finally diving deep enough to feel Priscilla’s unbroken hymen. A wicked little grin spreads across the green-eyed girl’s face, and Priscilla can’t help but blush deeper as Neva looks at her with a piercing gaze.

“Mm, we’re going to go all the way tonight, okay? Do you want that?”

It’s her last chance to back out. But why the hell would she back out now? Eyes wide and lower lip firmly sucked between her teeth, the white-haired crossbreed nods her head up and down, making a cute ‘mhm’ sound that has Neva chuckling once more, even as she redoubles her pace. A moment later, Priscilla is crying out as Neva’s pistoning fingers bring her to a startling, explosive climax. The half-dragon’s pussy juices squirt all over her friend and lover’s fingers, as well as her palm.

Panting heavily, Priscilla collapses onto her back, her hips falling away even as Neva’s fingers slip from her clutching cunt. She watches as the young warrior brings her fingers up to her mouth and begins to lick Priscilla’s pussy juices right off of her hand. It’s one of the most amazing things Priscilla has ever seen, and the blushing virgin gazes upon the scene in awe, until finally Neva is done and standing up.

“Stay.”

The single word has Priscilla remaining where she is, on her back, cutely waiting for Neva to return to her. At the same time, Neva pulls off her armor and her garments one by one, until eventually she’s removing the last of it and she’s finally as naked as Priscilla. The half-dragon feasts her eyes on her lover’s beautiful visage, her pale flesh heating up even further as a full body blush rushes down her form. Neva is gorgeous and amazing and… and she loves her with all her heart.

The female warrior stands there over Priscilla for a moment, her now naked feet resting on Priscilla’s furred dress the same as Priscilla’s body is. Then, she grins and begins to move forward, until ultimately she’s kneeling over Priscilla’s head. The white-haired crossbreed blinks at this and looks up, only to see Neva’s pussy lips confronting her gaze.

“Let’s enjoy ourselves, alright Priscilla? Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

And then Neva flops over the length of Priscilla’s body, spreads Priscilla’s legs apart, and begins to attack her cunt with her tongue right then and there. The crossbreed’s eyes go wide at that, as she finally realizes what she’s supposed to do. What with Neva’s own dripping wet slit inches from her face, Priscilla is easily able to lean forward, wrapping her arms around Neva’s legs and latching onto the other woman’s firm thighs. Finally, her tongue touches Neva’s pussy, and the taste… the taste is phenomenal.

In a world of nothingness, of loneliness and suffering, Priscilla can’t get enough of the pleasure and happiness that Neva brings her. She knows it can’t last forever of course, but that doesn’t stop her from luxuriating in the moment in a way she’s never done before. The two of them lay there, working at one another’s cunts, actively sixty-nining, not that Priscilla would know to call it that.

Neva’s tongue is far more skilled than Priscilla’s, and in no time at all the white-haired half-dragon is brought to another release. But that only spurs her on to greatest heights, her own inexperienced, yet enthusiastic tongue working over time at Neva’s moist slit. The female warrior is growing wetter and wetter under Priscilla’s efforts. Finally, the half-dragon is rewarded with a burst of pussy juices all over her face as Neva pulls back and cries out, her body shaking and spasming atop Priscilla’s own.

The white-haired female makes sure to clean up, licking and lapping at the sexual fluids all over her face, even as Neva rolls off of her, panting happily.

“Good… that was… good. I brought… I brought something else though. I want to use it on you, okay?”

Priscilla blinks at that, and looks to the human warrior, only to see Neva sitting up with a large phallus and harness in her hand. Staring dumbly at the thing, Priscilla isn’t entirely sure what’s going to happen next. But judging by the wicked, conniving grin on Neva’s face, she’s probably going to enjoy it.

A minute later, the crossbreed finds herself on her hands and knees atop her furred dress, even as Neva kneels behind her, stroking her tail in a way that has Priscilla purring for more. At the same time, there’s a thick, bulbous presence brushing up and down the length of Priscilla’s slit, slipping back and forth against her sopping wet pussy lips.

It’s a strange sensation to be sure, but it’s not an unwelcome one. Neva finally stops stroking Priscilla’s tail, and a moment later the young woman is leaning over her as she slowly begins to ease the head of the fake phallus inside of Priscilla’s cunt. Almost immediately, Neva encounters resistance in the form of the crossbreed’s virginity, but the green-eyed girl doesn’t even pause as she barrels right on through it.

A surprised cry of discomfort leaves Priscilla’s throat, but the mild amount of pain from losing her hymen doesn’t compare to the sheer pleasure and arousal that has been built inside of her from all of their foreplay. Her insides are slick and wet with her previous releases, and Neva moves easily into her tight passage. Priscilla has never felt so FULL. It’s like there’s something impaling her, something stretching her wide open… and yet it feels good. More than good, it feels right!

Gripping onto her tail and one of her round butt cheeks, Neva begins to thrust in and out of her, and Priscilla moans in response, her mouth open wide and her tongue tracing out to taste the air. Her eyelashes flutter as pleasure runs through her being. Having such sexual and sensual fun with Neva of all people is more than Priscilla ever expected. She’d been happy to have a friend, but now she’s ecstatic at the revelation that she has a lover.

Neva’s fake phallus thrusts in and out of her again and again, but its not about the faux cock. No, more than anything else, it’s about the woman wielding it. Neva is making love to her, long, deep thrusts deep inside of her, pressing against the entrance of her womb. In and out, in and out the human woman goes, and Priscilla, on her hands and knees, is simply along for the ride, happily bouncing her hips back towards Neva’s enthusiastic thrusting.

It’s everything Priscilla never knew she needed. It’s everything she never knew she wanted. A friend was one thing, but someone to share such intimacy with… Priscilla feels more tied to the female warrior than ever before. In that moment, Neva becomes the crossbreed’s rock, her anchor. Now that she knows what she’s been missing, Priscilla is sure she’ll never be able to live without it again.

An orgasm tears its way through her body and her pussy walls clench down along Neva’s strap-on, even as the green-eyed girl only speeds up her pace. Unlike with a real cock, there is no end, no pause to the fucking. Neva plows her through several increasingly explosive climaxes, rutting the half-dragon into the ground harder and harder, faster and faster. And Priscilla loves every last second of it, until she’s so exhausted that she’s barely conscious.

Neva doesn’t stop playing with her until then, and only once Priscilla is no longer pushing back against Neva’s thrusts does she finally stop and pull back, long after the half-dragon has fallen forward onto her face, nuzzling the inside of her furred dress. Priscilla suddenly feels empty without Neva fucking her, but she can’t do much more about it than mewl pathetically. In return, the female warrior chuckles and then flips Priscilla over onto her back, leaning over and pecking the crossbreed on the cheek.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Biting her lower lip, the white-haired shrunken half-dragon nods in agreement, eyes filled with adoration and awe for her lover. Neva grins raunchily and begins to unstrap the fake phallus and its harness from her crotch.

“Ready to return the favor?”

That gets a blink from Priscilla, but Neva just laughs as she begins to put the strap-on onto her.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re tired. You just lay there, I’ve got this.”

A minute later, Priscilla is the one wearing the strap-on and Neva is slowly sinking down onto it, gasping softly as her pussy lips spread wide open to take the thick phallus inside of her, lubed up as it is with Priscilla’s juices. The sight of Neva impaling herself on the thing is rather beautiful, Priscilla can’t help but think, and when the female warrior begins to move, the half-dragon’s hands grab onto her waist and she starts to help.

Their eyes lock together Priscilla loses herself in those vibrant green, mirthful irises, even as Neva leans forward, molesting and kneading the crossbreed’s breasts once more. They maintain eye contact while Neva rides the strap-on protruding from Priscilla’s crotch, and all the white-haired half-dragon can think is how happy she is. She doesn’t want this moment to ever end, and as Neva reaches her first climax, Priscilla does her absolute best to capture the young woman’s orgasmic face in her memory.

Now that her sexuality has been awakened, the crossbreed has no doubts that she’ll be counting the days until Neva’s next visit even more closely. And in the meantime, her memories will have to tide her over…