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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dark_Souls_III, Dark_Souls_(Video_Games)
  Relationship:
      Aldrich/Original_Character
  Character:
      Aldrich_(Dark_Souls)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Cannibalism, Religious_Cultish_Stuff, NSFW, Canon-
      Typical_Violence, Not_Canon_Compliant_(sort_of), Death, Sex, Sexual
      Content, Disturbing_Themes, Sorry_Not_Sorry
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-07 Words: 1559
****** The Price of Flesh ******
by Lyumia
Summary
     "A ghastly silhouette
     Who would make a meal of flesh
     Oath breaker, plague bearer
     Your sins are come to life
     A global pandemic
     The world will pay the price"
     In Virtue, Foresworn II - Parabola
Notes
     A.N: I'm so so so so so very messed up for writing this, but I'm at
     the verge of not caring so I'm not sorry about it. Inspired by fan
     art. Lots of it.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Step forth, and bow." The priest boomed, fat hands tucked into his dark red
robes, gold staff thumping against the golden platform he stood on. The black
marble walls of the cathedral were only illuminated by the lanterns held by the
masses dressed in similar, far less ornate attire. A hymn was being sung, but
the words were not something he could understand while he was suffocating under
fear and the shadows of towering arches, bizarre statues and the shreds of
moonlight trickling through the tall windows. 
 
He was short, shorter than the others, but the tall hat he wore seemed to make
the others bow their heads lower when he passed. "Come child," He commanded.
"There is no reason to fear our lord." He was guided onto his knees before a
massive ivory throne. Another stood beside it. Body hidden by swaying white
cloths and face obscured by a porous gold helm. Fear gripped him, made him
tremble. "Sweet child."
 
"Come." The lord said sweetly. There was a shuffle of cloth against cloth, the
swish of air that tickled his sweat soaked flesh. "Gaze upon me." He could
not. 
 
He didn't need to force himself. Rough hands cupped his chin and forced his
head up. The beast smiled, dark eyes gazing down at him hungrily. Oh... curse
the sun, that animal hunger... he could feel himself being devoured. "Come
closer child." Once again his body was maneuvered to obey, lifted effortlessly
by the bearded man wearing the tall hat sideways into the lord's lap. A long
finger brushed his damp hair out of his eyes, a smirk on those pale features.
The lord was so unbearably close his chilly breath tickled the face of the
boy. 
 
"What an honor." A callused hand slid up his thigh. "Getting such an audience
with me." The lord chuckled. "And my loyal followers." Another hand rested on
the back of his head, guiding their lips together. "You taste sweet child. Of
sweet honey and fine wine." Another chaste kiss. But this one was pressed to
his cheek. The lord's lips came away wet, a tongue darting out to sample the
liquid part of him recognized were tears. His tears. "I wonder if every part of
you his this sweet." The sounds of more kisses on wet flesh echoed too loudly
in the hall of the cathedral. 
 
He didn't know when it happened, but a finger was trailing a cold and wet
substance up and down his naval. He shivered, flinching away from the touch.
"My apologies." The lord smiled, sharp teeth bared. "It seems I've let the oil
grow cold." It smelled of something sweet and soft. Like freshly woven fabric
the proprietor of the orphanage liked to buy to show that man who visited
often.
 
The lord leaned forward, sucking on the boy's pale neck. He squirmed at the
sensation, whimpering pitifully. "Bishop." The lord whispered, face obscured by
a curtain of hair. The white figure stepped forward, prying his mouth open and
forcing a slimy tar looking liquid down his throat. He shuddered, the bitter
aftertaste clinging to his mouth no matter how much he tired to swallow it
down. The lord kissed him once more, coaxing his lips open. A tongue traced his
teeth, invaded all that it could reach. He choked down a sob when the lord
pulled away with a dissatisfied grunt.
 
"Horrible tasting thing. I ought to find something sweeter." The lord licked
his lips, kissing the boy's collarbone. "Mm, yes, I wish I could put you in a
bottle..." he murmured, sucking and nipping at the skin. "Archdecon, if you
would..." The hatted man was pouring warm oil down his chest, the liquid
shimmering a pretty bronze in the lantern light. The lord began to rub at his
chest, smearing oil up and down his sides. He settled on a rhythm, hands
trailing over the hardened nubs of his nipples every so often. The lord's
kisses joined the hands, sucking on one nub while pinching the other between
his fingers.
 
The lord leaned down, the boy sitting perilously on his arms. Lifting his
member, pale lips captured it into his mouth, enveloping the boy in a cold
cavern he convulsed and nearly toppled back out of the lord's hold.
 
The Bishop gripped his arms tenderly, offering his chest for the boy to lean
back on while he writhed in his grip. It was so cold, and the wet, obscene
noises the lord made when he hollowed his cheeks and sucked on the spasming
organ in his mouth bounced off the walls, surrounding him and joining the
chorus singing behind them. "Ah!" A tremor wracked his body, overpowering heat
building in his stomach. It wasn't long until his muscles tensed up, almost
painfully, and his mind was reeling while he spilled himself unto the lord's
mouth.
 
"So sweet." He hummed, lapping up the creamy liquid that had spilled from his
mouth and down into the boy's pubic hair. To his mortification, he was forced
to watch that man curl his tongue around the dark curly stands. "Here," He
leaned up, leaving the salty taste of his seamen on his lips. "Here." The lord
nipped at a dark bruise on the boys collarbone. "And here." He kissed the head
of his shaft. 
 
"I wonder if you're as sweet on the inside."
 
Panic replaced the post-orgasm haze, but the Bishop held him steady. He was
flipped over, his legs spread and backside facing the lord's face. "No...
please don't..." a nail slid between the crack of his cheeks down to- "Ah." The
lord said, cold breath tickling his flushed skin. "Your hole is twitching." The
nail pressed against the entrance. "So tight. I wonder how soft you are
inside." The bishop lifted his torso slowly, laying his head on his shoulder
and hugging his chest. He could feel that tongue around that dirty place,
intruding inside him, saliva trickling down from it and sliding down his balls.
 
Something was rubbing against him. It wasn't the cold skin of the lord. Nor was
it the warm hands supporting his upper body. It sloshed against his skin, cold
and massaging his lower back skillfully. His body relaxed, an oiled finger
sliding into the tight ting of muscle it had been denied entry of before. He
shrieked, powerless to do anything else.
 
 It was inside- inside that taboo place, he could feel it prodding and sliding
back and forth into him. "You are so soft... The finest silks could never
compare." The lord panted, kissing his backside feverishly. Another finger was
added, a sharp ache spreading from where the fingers twisted and massaged the
inside of him.
 
"No..." the heat surged up again, shame coloring his face, the wet squelching
of those horrible fingers sliding in and out of him joining the chorus. Time
passed, and the fingers retracted with one last lewd noise before he was
lowered back onto the lord's lap. A blunt object nudged his backside, pressing
against his violated ass. It pressed harder, slipping into his hole, stretching
him even more than the fingers did. "Please... it hurts." The lord didn't stop,
the intruder pressing on in a slow march. "It hurts!"
 
The substance from before was back, caressing his burning muscles and the lord
was placing more soft kisses on his back. The lord began to move when his sobs
ceased into silent tears streaming down his cheeks, each thrust jarring his
entire body and reinforcing the hopelessness of the situation into his mind. 
 
Teeth scraped against his shoulder, a tongue licking the exposed skin, digging
into-
 
"No! Please- don't!" He sobbed. His body betrayed him once more, pain joining
with pleasure in a deadly dance. Blood trickled down his shoulders, the heavy
panting of the lord behind him frigid against his boiling body. The splatter of
blood on the floor blended with the chaotic chants of the decons, growing
louder, steadier, in tandem with the beating of his heart. The rhythm of his
thrusts grew unsteady, harder, earth shattering, the content sigh of
satisfaction from the false lord making his stomach roll.
 
"How does it feel?" The lord growled. His sharp black nails dug into the boy's
flesh, angry red marks rising on the flesh. Skin slapped against skin, his body
rocking back and forth. Sharp teeth bit at the open wound, tearing into and
ripping away more flesh.
 
The monster defiling him no linger had a human form, just slime of filth and
twisted body parts writhing as it filled the boy ruthlessly. 
 
He could hear the hymn now, clearer than ever over the sounds of sucking and
crunching, over the ringing pain blossoming in his body, over the wave of
pleasure overtaking his body as he climaxed.
 
"Our lord,
Our guide
To never ending bliss
To free us from this blight
Carry us into the deep
Devoid of light
Wrought by the sweet kiss
Of death
Devourer of flesh...
Our lord 
Aldrich..."
 
The slime was around him, caressing and gentle. Lifting his lolling head from
the Bishop's shoulder, his back resting against the monsters body. "I wonder if
the others will taste as sweet as you." He couldn't even cry out as he felt the
rest of him being devoured welcoming the darkness as it rushed up to embrace
him in its arms.
End Notes
     This is why we can't have nice things...
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