Fia, The Deathbed Companion - Elden Ring Smut (Patreon)

“Great Champion, would you allow me to hold you, but briefly?” Fia’s words rang through my ears. I had spent days on the road. I had fought horrors I did not know could exist. The Golden Knight atop his Golden Steed. The foul dogman in the caves. The fiery Dragon that lurked in the bogs. Margit, the Fell Omen. I was warped to this place by a woman who calls herself my Maiden, though she has done nothing but elude me and second guess my worth.

The residents of Roundtable Hold have not been so kind to me either. A bizarre priest who wishes to be my advisor. A knight looking for his lost servant. An old man who also doesn’t think me very worthy. A decrepit blacksmith that is a slave to this place. No one here accepts me. No one except Fia.

I found her in a room all to herself away from the other residents of this place out of time. She had a beautiful sadness to her that was captivating. Fia wore black robes that had lost their color to the elements. An ornate broach clasped around her neck almost distracted one from her eyes. They were crestfallen and gray. There was a weariness to them that was endearing. Those gray eyes shone at me through her cloak and I could tell that the woman hiding beneath was slender and gorgeous.

Upon approach, she spoke in a soft voice filled with years of hollow sadness. “Greetings, Great Champion called be Grace. I am Fia,” she introduced herself and I found myself unable to answer. Since arriving in this strange land, I had not been able to speak, merely gesture. Fia did not seem to mind and she continued.

“Circumstances have compelled my stay at the Roundtable Hold,” she almost whispered to herself, yet was speaking to me. Circumstances? I supposed it would have to be something great for a lady such as her to be stuck here.

“Great Champion,” she said. “Would you allow me to hold you, but briefly?”

My foot moved back a step involuntarily. It was so forward and not the usual harshness I had been faced with till now. Everyone else here was either callous to me or wanted an errand run.

“Perhaps you might share with me some of your lifely vigor, and your stout-heartedness. Doing so will grant me the warmth of a Champion,” she explained casually. The warmth of a Champion? Why would someone-

“Do you think it vulgar, perhaps? Where I come from, it is a sacred act.”

I eyed her up and down. She was intoxicating, like the first rays of sunlight after a rainstorm. I nodded, knowing that at this moment, more than anything, I wanted to be in her arms. Fia smiled as she saw my agreement.

“Ah, my thanks, great Champion,” she hummed as I knelt down and she took me into her arms. Great Champion was a far better title than everyone calling me Tarnished. I sighed contently as she held me. My gloved hand moved over her thigh which was deceptively supple. Fia let out a soft laugh. “You are… very warm…” I held onto her tighter, and my hand worked its way up and down her thigh until I decided to take a chance. My hand slid and I felt her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. Something inside of me burned and I imagined it was the lust building inside of me.

Moving my arms, I looked up at her and to my surprise, she was blushing. “Great Champion… I… This is most unorth-” I silenced her with my lips and she sighed pleasantly as I took her in my arms. My tongue worked its way into her mouth and I played with her as my hand raised to fondle her breasts. To my surprise they were small but a kind handful. She gasped as I played with her nipples through her travel-worn robes.

“My, you do have such lifely vigor, my Champion,” she cooed into my ear. “Allow me to unshackle you from these garments and show you the splendor of a Deathbed Companion?”

The hardening in my crotch urged me to nod and allow her to stand. Swiftly she locked the door to her room and came back to me, gliding across the floor like a nymph. Fia deftly unbuckled and removed my bloodstained armor. She didn’t seem to mind that I was so well-traveled in appearance. Dirt and muck from the road had found their way through my armor. Her eyes lighted up when she saw my chiseled chest and hardened abs.

“Stout indeed,” she whispered and moved between my legs, freeing my erect cock from my loincloth. With immense glee, she wrapped her soft lips around my dick. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this good. The last time I shared my body with another. It was all a mirage of battle and monsters. Looking down at Fia, her beautiful sadness now changed to pleasure warmed my heart more, and the burning returned again.

Her lips kissed and stroked my cock. Fia moved down further and popped my balls into her mouth. She suckled and lick them with such care that I could feel every movement she made. My hands gripped the bed and I shuddered. I could hear her laughing with pleasure.

“I didn’t know my Champion would have such a long, thick sword. I should have guessed,” she winked and took me as deep as her throat could allow. Fia’s head bobbed vigorously and I could feel the burning once again. I took her head in my hands and as if she had choreographed it, her jaw went slack. She wanted me to fuck her face, and so I did, gladly. I thrust my cock deeper than she originally allowed and soon her throat opened to me.

The sounds this beautiful woman made as I used her throat and she slobbered over my dick were disgustingly lewd and delightful. I moaned loader and once again, that fire warred inside of me. Soon, I couldn’t take anymore, and with one mighty thrust, I let my seed fill her throat. My dick slid out of her mouth and she half-collapsed in exhaustion. The gem at her throat was glowing and she was smiling. I laid back on the bed gasping for breath and I too couldn’t help but grin. My insides burned again and I sat up quickly to rub my chest.

Then, Fia was before me and she let her robe fall, exposing her body to the light of the fireplace. Her skin was perfectly porcelain and smoother than imaginable, especially compared to my calloused hands. Fia’s tits were small and perky. Her figure was a thin hourglass which allowed her juicy hips to jut out. What was holy unexpected was a small cock hung between her legs which was trapped in an iron cage.

“Do you think it vulgar?” She or he asked as they moved closer to me. The sway of Fia’s hips and her tantalizing body in the firelight made me erect faster than I thought possible. “I was known as a Deathbed Companion, where I come from,” she explained as she crawled on top of me. “After I received the warm and lifely vigor from a number of champions, I lay with the remains of an exalted noble, to grant him another chance at life.”

Fia now straddled me, her small cock dwarfed by the sheer girth of my own. She looked down at them excitedly. “To do so is my purpose of me being,” she continued, taking my hands and placing them on her incredible hips.

“I was awakened by the guidance of Grace and chased from my birthplace before I could bear the noble into new life,” she said sadly but urged me to play with her ass. Despite all that she was saying, I couldn’t help but comply. She looked radiant before me. My hands worked on her ass. Enjoying the way it jiggled in my palm and how it sounded when I slapped it.

“Pray, be kind,” she asked as she took my head in her hands and moved my lips towards her small breasts. I took her nipple into my mouth and tenderly suckled. “Despite all that, I still wish to be a Deathbed Companion.” She began to shake her ass on my cock, wiggling and bouncing till I was as hard as possible. “So please,” she said, and then I heard her spit. A moment later, her wet hand was lathering my rock-hard dick. “Let me hold you like this,” Fia moved the head of my cock to her asshole. “As often as it takes.”

My response was easy and simple. I pushed and soon my cock had entered her ass. Fia hugged my head and shuddered as I gently pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. I continued to suck on her tits, switching occasionally to ensure both were equally pleased. Fia softly rocked back and forth, adjusting to the size of my cock burrowing its way deeper inside of her. Her own cock uselessly rubbed against my chest, and I could feel the precum leaking from her.

I smacked her ass hard and she squeaked pleasantly. Moment by moment, I let my dick go deeper inside her ass. Soon enough, she opened up to me eagerly, and she sat down on my cock. I looked into her beautiful gray eyes as they rolled back in ecstasy and a dumb smile stretched across her lips. My heart burned with lust and the jewel at her neck burned too. Did she have some magic that intensified sex? Was that also what the cage was for? Then, I held firm onto her hips and deftly began thrusting upward. Her juicy ass bounced on my fat cock as I pounded her.

Fia’s moans did not become the woman she presented herself as, but then again, she wasn’t quite a woman. I couldn’t help but smile at the playful deceit. I decided to make her a woman though if she wanted to act like one. Again, the burning, and I began to feel weaker. Was it all the fatigue of battle catching up to me? I pushed myself through the pain, digging into my bag beside me and drinking a Flask of Crimson Tears. Vitality flowed through me as I grabbed Fia in my arms and flipped us.

I landed on top of her on the bed and my cock stayed plunged into her asshole. Her legs wrapped around mine and I pushed her knees to her chest for more roam. Her cock flopped helplessly against us. Hitting my stomach and falling back to hers. She shuddered and screamed and cum shot out of the small cage that held her own dick. I slowed my thrusts and let her feel the length of my cock as I moved in and out of her tight ass.

Fia giggled, staring up at me with that desperate look of wanting even more. There was so much I wanted to tell her. That she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. That I wanted to use her hole every night and morning. That she was a good girl and I’d kill the man that tried to take her from me.

Fia smiled as if my eyes said all those things and more.

“Great Champion, please spill your seed inside of me. Fill me! Fill me with your vigor! Your cock is warming and using my ass so skillfully. I need your vigor!”

It was as though her voice commanded my cock, and before I knew it, I was thrusting rougher than I knew I could. I held Fia in a death grip as I pounded her ass harder than I had done anything in my life. The burning in my chest felt like molten lava, but it couldn’t compare to the sheer unbridled pleasure I was in.

Eventually, I steaded and held her as my cock shot the last spurts of cum deep into her. We laid still for a long time. Fia held me and massaged my sweaty back.

“My thanks, Great Champion… You are… Very warm, indeed,” she whispered with the grace of a mother.

Soon after, I rolled over onto the bed. The fire was still raging, but I discovered that I had drank all my flasks. Fia stood up and walked over to the fire. I looked up at her, and what first appeared to be a trick of the light, wasn’t that at all. The jewel on her neck burned a bright red and it cast her smile in a sinister light. I reached out with my hand to call her back to bed, but that was when I saw that my hand was wrinkled and old.

I let out a voiceless gasp and realized my entire body was old and decrepit. I wanted to scream, but I could not.

“I want to thank you, Great Champion. Out of all the Champions in all the lands. You truly had the greatest vigor. I am… Sorry, for you. But I must go back to my homeland. The great noble waits for me. After all, I did tell you…

“I am a Deathbed Companion.”

I hope you all liked that short story! I've got about 11 hour into Elden Ring and it is one of the best games ever made. I was torn between writing a story about Fia or the Maiden but Fia had such a good tragic angle that I couldn't help myself. 

Till next time!