Summary

Queen Marika has a plan to secure her order a new ally in the war against the giants, however she needs the help of her husband to try it out.

Test Run

“My husband, there is a task I require of thee.” Godfrey recognized that tone of voice. Marika addressed him now as her vassal and soldier rather than her husband.

“Anything for you, dearest.” He kissed her hand. He had quelled his blood lust for her, changed his name and taken a beast upon his back, all for her. He would do whatever his queen asked of him.

“I have discerned a method by which we may receive aid in the war against the giants.”

“Oh?”

“Queen Rennala commands a great force of mages and has ancient ties to the trolls, who I believe would switch sides given proper motivation.”

“Indeed, however she rejects your order, choosing instead to maintain her own sovereignty.”

“She does, however what if she were to be moved to ally herself with us, perhaps due to a dalliance with a man aligned with our purpose?” Godfrey pulled away from Marika.

“My Queen, please do not ask that of me. I would have no other bedfellow than you.”

“I never said it would be thee, my love.” Her golden eyes gleamed with mischief. “Thou knowest the guise I wear when commanding our troops, so that I might fight as my own champion?” Godfrey knew it well.

“You would go yourself?”

“I would split that guise off of myself, to allow him to act freely as Radagon while I remain present here in Leyndell.”

“This would be amenable to me.” While Godfrey wanted to belong only to Marika, he was perfectly fine with her taking other lovers as she saw fit. He had always found it odd that Marika would not take more than one consort. In the Badlands it would be customary for one of her status to take many besides himself. If anything it would only elevate his own status as her first. “Is that all you wished to ask of me?”

“No, there is one other matter. For this to work, I must be ever in Rennala’s thoughts. I must overcome her with desire such that she will look past her hatred of the order. She must be willing to surrender her very soul to me as thou once did. I require experience to compel such strong feelings, experience I lack in the form of a man.” She held Godfrey’s face in her hands. He felt the skin of their palms become rougher and the hands become larger. His husband ran a thumb over Godfrey’s lips. “Wilt thou allow me to hone my skills with thee, my love?” Radagon asked. Godfrey held his husband’s hand.

“Since the first time I saw you in that form I’ve wanted you to take me. To possess me as completely in this form as you do in your other.”

Radagon’s other hand moved to grip Godfrey’s long hair. “I still have yet to truly make thee into a lord, but maybe if I spill enough of myself into thyself, until thy body overflows with me and thou’rt unable to live without my cock sheathed inside thy hole, thou shalt make a good toy.” Godfrey shivered into Radagon’s harsh tugs on his long hair. The soft tenor of his voice echoed around in his head. He wanted this desperately.The god looked at him expectantly. Well, how was that? Oh right.

“You have had me as a bed mate for too long, my King. Rennala would see that as too forward, perhaps even insulting.”

“Ah so then I ought to be a more gentle lover then.” Radagon knelt before Godrick and ran his hands along his muscular thighs, kissing the sensitive skin on the inner side. He thumbed a scar on Godfrey’s leg. “Was this because of me?” He looked up with a look of guilt that Godfrey knew was false. They both took pride in how his body was marked in service of the order. It was just one more reminder of Radagon’s complete ownership of him.

“If you’ve wounded her in the past that could be a very good tactic.” Godfrey languidly ran his fingers through Radagon’s long red hair. The result of a curse imposed upon him by the giants. Marika’s hair was still golden blond but Radagon’s had turned the same fiery color as their greatest enemy. It suited Radagon undeniably well, however much he might loathe it.

Radagon suddenly licked a stripe up Godfrey’s inner thigh, holding him fast so he could not jolt away. “Good. You must be willing to experiment to keep things interesting for her.” Radagon pushed him onto their stone bed. A moment passed and Godfrey’s clothes were on the floor. He raised his eyebrows. “Careful, you run the risk of revealing yourself too soon.”

“I grow tired of practicing for another. This form is unused to lust and it is responding far more enthusiastically than expected.” Godfrey could see the tent in Radagon’s waist cloth. “I wish to claim thee as my own again, mark thee so deeply that thou shalt never be able to scrape me out. Rather than learning how to please a Queen, for our first night together I wish to learn how to properly conquer a beast.” He roughly pulled Godfrey’s legs apart.

“Men generally need to be prepared before insertion.” Godfrey warned. He felt his hole suddenly become slick and loose. Quite a frivolous use of Radagon’s godly power. “There is a certain art to the act when it is done slowly.” Radagon answered by sheathing himself inside Godfrey all at once.

“I do not wish to be artful right now, my consort.” Radagon’s legs shook as he adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. “I wish only to feel thee split open beneath me.” Godfrey chuckled to himself. “What amuses thee so?”

“I was merely wondering, my dearest husband, whether I could still be considered the beast in our relationship.” Radagon pulled out fully.

“Perhaps thou art correct, my lord. I may have been over eager.” Godfrey bucked, trying to chase the ghost of him but Radagon held him down. That was always a thrill. Even as Marika she could easily pin Godfrey to their marriage bed and take her pleasure from him. Strength was the only power Godfrey respected. It was also what had made him submit to her so eagerly and so fully. “Let me know when thou’rt ready for me, my love.” Radagon let his cock rest on Godfrey’s thigh.

“I am ready for you.”

“Art thou? Truly?” He laid on top of Godfrey’s chest, propping himself up by the elbows as if he were a teenager sharing secrets among his friends. The sharp bones of his arms dug into Godfrey uncomfortably. “What exactly dost thou wish me to do?” So he wished to play this game again. Very well, Godfrey had become much better with words since Marika had first claimed him as her consort.

“I wish for you to bend me over and take what is yours by right. Force me to submit to you as you are now just as completely as you did in your other form.”

“Dost thou wish to be bound as I fuck thee?” Radagon flipped Godfrey over onto his front. Holding him down with a single hand pressed to the center of his back.

“Your strength alone is enough to satisfy me tonight.”

“So be it then.” Radagon thrust roughly into Godfrey’s hole. Godfrey felt his husband shiver over him with the intensity of sensation. He was tempted to reach a hand back to help ground him, but he knew that wasn’t what Radagon wanted. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in again, slowly adjusting to his cock, learning just how much of that delicious drag of skin he could take before crumpling. He slowly began to build up a rhythm, slow at first, but now gradually coming faster and harder. Now Godfrey could begin to fight him a little bit. He began to shift his hips back into Radagon, causing his husband to hiss at the unexpected movement. Radagon wrapped his hand around Godfrey’s braid and forced his face into the stone of their bed.

This was the part Godfrey liked best about their couplings, he could test his strength endlessly against his husband but he would always be conquered and forced back into blissful submission. Radagon took Godfrey’s wrists in his free hand and pulled his arms uncomfortably behind his back. It hurt to have his arms wrenched back so harshly, the bones of his shoulder ground in their sockets, threatening to dislocate. If he wasn’t so useful to him intact, Radagon could have done so, easily. Godfrey’s powerlessness in the face of that had him drooling. Radagon removed his hand from Godfrey’s hair and instead wrapped his arm around his neck, catching him in a choke hold. He quickly began to turn red, already having the breath forced out of him by Radagon’s thrusts. Just as Godfrey’s light headedness began to overcome him, Radagon released him. The rush of blood to his head made him clench around his husband. Radagon released Godfrey’s arms as he curled in on himself, trying his hardest not to release too early.

Godfrey took the opportunity to steal a look back at his husband. The king Eternal’s long scarlet hair stuck to his sweat covered face. His golden eyes squinted in concentration. He looked so beautiful like this, his whole body drawn taught with the effort of self denial. The lean muscles of his chest and stomach flexed enchantingly as he forced his body to control itself. Godfrey wished to reach up and touch his face, to brush those scarlet locks out of his eyes and kiss him, but that wasn’t the game they played with each other. Instead, he once again bucked his hips back into Radagon, trying to wring his orgasm from him. Radagon gritted his teeth and flipped Godfrey onto his back. The stone was unforgiving and Godfrey felt the wind get knocked out of him as Radagon forced him down again. He took his legs and hooked them over his shoulders, shifting his angle.

“Look at thee.” Radagon smiled as he kept up his relentless pace. “Thou wert once such a proud warrior, and now look at you, thou art nothing but a tight hole I may sheath myself in.”

“You’ve tamed me my love. You hold my chains in your hand.”

“Hmm, thou art not yet tamed to my satisfaction, my love, but thou speakest truly. Mine are the hands that hold thine chains.” Godfrey could see that Radagon’s legs were shaking. He was getting close.

“Then strangle me with them.” Radagon’s eyes flared gold and golden chains wrapped around Godfrey’s neck, cutting off his breath. The Elden Lord pulled at them, knowing they would not slacken by his hand. He didn’t want them too, but he wanted to know, and he wanted his beloved to see, that he could not break out of them. Radagon came and the chains disappeared from Godfrey’s throat. Radagon slicked his hair back, his body dripping with sweat.

“Cum,” he commanded. His golden eyes staring into Godfrey’s. The Elden lord shook as he did, unable to resist the command of his beloved.

As Godfrey washed himself alone in the aftermath of their coupling, Radagon scratched at his arm. This wasn’t right yet either. Still he only felt like half of himself. A different half than when he was Marika but still only half. He needed to split himself, not just to sway Rennala, that was merely an excuse. Himself and Marika needed to be rendered separate and then purified, distilled down to their base parts and then made whole again. Then he would feel right. This nagging wrongness of being that tormented him would go away. That had to be the answer. It had to be. Then he or she or whatever the two resolved into would be able to be with Godfrey without this strange discomfort between them.

“What concerns you my love?” Godfrey had returned. He hadn’t noticed.

“Nothing. I merely awaited my turn to clean myself. I find the remains of sweat on my skin uncomfortable.” He stood and stretched, slipping back into her more familiar form. “Nothing you ought to worry about,” she patted his arm as she departed for the baths.