“Lord of the old order, is it not better to settle things amicably in a way we will both enjoy?” 

The honeyed words of a boy who would soon become a god danced around your spinning ears as you knelt before him, eyes swirling with freshly instilled obsession and loyalty.

Yes, it certainly was. Your newfound devotion towards him intensified as you bathed in his godly radiance. Miquella the kind approached you slowly, gently, his hands wrapping around your submissive form in a commanding fashion. You could feel his divinity from sublime his touch alone. You dare not look up at him. You were not worthy to witness him directly. He cups your chin and tugs your gaze upwards regardless. Your jaw drops in awe of him.

Despite battling with every intent to slay him and his monstrous revived brother mere moments ago, his words broke through your mind and plucked your still beating heart out of your chest. You were now permanently smitten. No, it was beyond that. Your devotion ran as deep as it possibly could. You wouldn't dream of raising your arms against such a perfect, divine being ever again. Miquella’s long braided hair, his pale, porcelain skin, his slender, alluring frame, and most importantly, those beautiful piercing eyes that tore through you like beams of heavenly light. 

You would now die for this boy's cause… and that was exactly what he would have you do for him.

“Brave Tarnished, I know of your many wondrous deeds. Slayer of my brothers, slayer of my sister, and even the slayer of my dear mother. By all accounts, I should have joined them… and yet here we are, with the shoe on the other foot..” 

His lips curled into a curt smile. He was not smug or overconfident in his unusual victory, rather, he was thankful for destiny standing on his side rather than against it. His beloved brother lives again, the promised consort who would lead him to a world of peace and order, and the greatest obstacle that would stand in his way now knelt before him, ready to serve faithfully for the rest of her days. It was all too tempting to take you under his wing, to allow you to walk alongside his brother as faithful swords in service of his ascension into godhood, but the empyrean had other plans for such a well-seasoned warrior (in more ways than one). 

“Remove your armor, lord of the old order. I would have a better look at you in your natural state.”

Your armor instantly began to clink against the hard white floor, involuntarily of how your mind wished to proceed. You could not disobey his words, nor would you ever dream of it if such a thing were possible. The newfound protective gear stained red with the blood of your enemies was cast aside, leaving nothing but the bare shapely woman that was hidden away inside. Miquella nodded, pleased with your appearance. He expected something more rugged, perhaps a form riddled with scars and tough skin hardened from slaying so many demigods, but no, you were a soft spellcaster rather than a typical macho warrior. Your skin was creamy and pale, your beautiful face offset by gorgeous blonde drills that cascaded down your shoulders. 

Miquella found himself licking his lips at the sight of you, of one who resembled his mother in both body and soul. 

“Very good, Brave Tarnished. What do you think, brother? Is she not the very picture of Queen Marika, once again given flesh? Perhaps she was also revived as you were…”

“ ………………”

General Radahn said nothing as he stood stalwart off to the side, his arms crossed and body still as he watched his lord toy with his morsel. It was unclear if he was incapable of emoting properly due to using his deceased brother's body as a conduit to return to life, or if he was choosing to be a man of few words, but either way he merely watched rather than give his own input. Miquella chuckled to himself as he imagined what Malenia would say if she were here. She was certainly no stranger to voicing her opinions, unlike his stern brother.

“Nevertheless… Brave Tarnished.”

His words demanded your attention. You looked at his pleadingly. He was about to give you orders. Orders that you needed to follow, no matter what they were. It felt good to obey him, to let his will coat you in his colors. Your body tensed up as a cool breeze drifted past you, so high in the sky at what felt like the gates to heaven. 

“Feed yourself to me, please. Your alluring form has whetted my appetite.” 

It would be your honor. Without skipping a beat, you stood up and marched towards your lord, your body only covered by a flimsy brown loincloth and bra. The meat of your well-fed form was overflowing without anything to cover you up. You had eaten, absorbed, and grown from countless souls, leading to a plumpness that approached that of a certain godskin duo, and you would have added Miquella and Radahn to yourself as well, had your lord not opened your eyes with his compassion and understanding mid-battle. Miquella slid his tongue against his lips, before opening his maw lazily. Strings of saliva parted in the middle, as the thin would-be god’s tongue sprawled out of his lips like a red carpet. You once again knelt before him, this time feeling his warm breath spraying against your blank face. 

“Oh Brave Tarnished… What is the name of my feast? It will go down in written history as the first of many to come to a mutual understanding with my creed.” 

“…” 

You hesitated at first, your mind rebelling internally, before his glowing radiance brought you back to your senses

“…My name is Luviagelita Edelfelt, sir…”

Your eyes were as empty as upside down wine glasses. Before being touched by his grace, proclaiming your name would have been accompanied by a haughty cackle, along with a proclamation at victory, but now you couldn't even muster the thought of anything less than serving him for the rest of your days. Miquella smiled once more, before saying no more. He simply opened wide, and would leave the rest to you. Without hesitation, the greatest mage the land would ever know thrust herself into his lips, and willingly fed herself to a greater being. 

“Aaaahhohhllmpmm… Sluuuurpp~” 

Miquella cradled your shoulders as you knelt beneath him. You dared not move a muscle against him. The tight walls of his throat cradled you, tugging you downwards as dripping saliva matted your golden hair into a sopping wet mess. His fingertips gently dug into your skin as he pulled you into him. As Radahn watched from afar, arms still crossed, even he in his current state felt nothing but pride seeing his frail, emaciated brother consuming such a thick offering of meat in one elongated swallow. 

His lower jaw unhinged and stretched, to fit around your impressive bosom. Your breasts were massive and full, much like his mother, leading to a taste and texture against his probing tongue that felt more intimate than it should. His teeth dug into your fair skin excitedly, as more and more of your flabby form slipped inside. Though your shoulders were wide and torso thick, he pressed on, determined to claim you for his own. There was good leverage for biting and tugging you in with the blubber of your belly rolls, but he reached a snag once his mouth reached your waist.

“O-ohhnnnggg?? Ahhulpp, uuullpp!!”

It would seem he could no longer devour more of you on his own. Try as he might, your well-padded backside was corked in his maw with no intention of budging. No amount of gulping or tugging would make you slide any further down. His pleading eyes gazed towards his brother, who was still watching quietly and silently in the same spot. He pleaded with him to come and assist him with his eyes alone, and the promised consort could only do as he was told as the love for Miquella compelled him to obey.

“…”

The heavy plodding of General Radahn’s footsteps cracked against the floor as he approached. He now stood above the both of you, and with a gently as shove as his massive body could muster, he pressed against your fat butt. Your wide ass, thick legs, feet and all were shoved inside your lord with all the ease of melting butter in a frying pan.  Miquella's lips closed shut around Radahn's fingers, which lingered for a moment for his master to suck on. He dislodged them with a wet pop, before taking a step back to marvel at the sight of his well fed and gloriously rounded brother. 

“Ohhhhnnnggg…” Miquella purred, rubbing the creamy expanse of his massively engorged tum with a tired expression, “If you have known sin, if you grieve for this world, then yield the path forward to us.” He spoke to you, his words filled with wisdom and warmth. The rune that dulled the mind of the magnificent Luviagelita Edelfelt floated above his gut, while his phantom limbs aided in rubbing the churning sides of his rumbling stomach, which was ripe with digestive activity. Radahn turned his back to his lord, not interested in watching a mighty warrior be broken down into brotherly flab. Miquella smiled, hoping to one day break his tough exterior, and have the mighty Radahn kneel and service his stomach until it was once more completely empty. 

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“S-Sorry I'm late! Luvia…? Crap, weren't we supposed to meet up here?!” Rin Tohsaka, longtime ally and fellow mage on the path to ascend the elden throne, finally arrived to assist her rival and frenemy, their glorious co-operation delayed by a certain mod being unfinished in time for the shadow of the erdtree’s arrival. She glanced around the bleached white area, only to find two figures waiting for her. One was the familiar sight of Radahn, revived and in his prime, while the other was…

“Lord of the old order… BUUOORP! Let us go together~” 

An unbelievable sight awaited her. A young empyrean bloated to the gills with freshly claimed flesh, melted and rendered down to nothing but blubber. His long, otherworldly golden hair hugged his recently widened form, including a bubble butt that was worthy of endless worship. A thick, hefty gut spilled and hung out in front of him, barely covered by his tautly stretched toga. On the right side of his heavenly potbelly, his finger pointed towards a certain rune, a copy of the rune that was already floating above Rin Tohsaka’s head without her even realizing it. He pointed to the empty space on the other side, where her own rune of obedience would be printed forevermore…

“Y-yes, my liege…” The dark-haired twintailed maiden lowered her head, offering her own pudgy form padded with her many defeated foes for him to suck, slurp, and savor until it became a part of him, exactly like Luvia.

They would all go together.

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Yeah, the brainrot is real. A cute soft godly boy who can literally mind control you into eternal servitude? Sign me the heck up~ I decided to make the prey Luvia and Rin again with a twist, since :theweirdone445: and I weren't able to play together at launch due to the co-op mod being understandably down. Still, I hope you enjoy seeing them get churned all the same~

Art by  nikosplay, please enjoy, and let us know what you thought in the comments below!

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