#valyssa isn't too happy about the ritual but she'll be fine

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Ritus Primæ Noctis (1/2)

[An Elden Ring AU where Ansbach has freed Mohg from Miquella's charm]

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Chapter summary: Lord Mohg summons the Tarnished Valyssa to discuss a ritual that must take place during her wedding night with Varré.

CW: Dubcon references, mentions of cuckholding, pregnancy discussions, NSFW 18+ willing romantic intimacy.

Words: 4,8k~

A knock at the door woke Valyssa from her sleep, earlier than most of her mornings. She covered her yawn with a hand before stretching out her arms, and quickly getting off the bed.

Who could it be? We’re not expecting anyone.

Dressed up with simple clothes in loin and modest leather shoes, she hurried to the door, as quietly as she could as not to wake up Varré in their bedroom.

“Coming” she said, not too loudly.

She unlocked the door and when she opened it, only slightly, she leaned on the side to find Ansbach waiting for her in his usual black garb.

“Oh, good morning Sir Ansbach. Are you looking for Varré?”

“Good morrow, Righteous Valyssa. In fact, Lord Mohg has personally requested an audience with you in his royal housing, in a few minutes.”

… That’s unusual.

Why the royal abode, too? The throne room is in the Mausoleum, after all.

“Oh, sure. Should Varré come too?”

“No, it seems only your presence was deemed necessary.”

Ah. What’s the catch?

“Alright. Just give me a moment to change into more proper clothing. I’ll be back soon, you can come inside in the meantime” she said, inviting him in the hall while she quickly ran back to the bedroom.

“Thank you kindly” the Pureblood knight said, taking a few steps inside and remaining in wait by the entrance door, with his arms behind his back.

Back in the bedroom, Valyssa scouted around, looking for something more formal to wear.

Wearing all my armor would take too much time, and I wouldn’t want to disturb Varré for his help. He’s already been getting too little sleep and rest lately.

Inside the wardrobe she found her Sanguine Noble robe, a gift from the surgeon after he anointed her himself.

This should go well.

She quickly wore it over her loin clothes, and approached Varré who was still in bed. He was resting so peacefully, unlike most of the time, and she leaned in to peck his forehead.

She smiled down at her future spouse. I’ll be right back. Rest as much as you can in the meantime.

She swiftly scribbled down a note and left it by her side of the bed, in case he awoke before her return.

So the Tarnished shut the door behind her, and walked back to the hall where Ansbach was waiting.

“I’m ready, we can go now” she announced.

“Yes, let us be on our way” the elderly knight pronounced himself exiting the apartment first, followed by the rust-haired woman.

The way to Mohg’s residence was quite silent. Ansbach was a colloquial fellow, but she didn’t particularly feel in the mood to initiate a conversation with him. But she tried to anyway. She hated the uncomfortable quietness.

“How has our Lord been feeling, lately? After the… latest event?”

“He’s been recovering fairly well. With Miquella’s powerful charm broken and his consequent retreat to the Shadow Lands, our Master rests easier now. And with his plans foiled, I doubt the Empyrean will bother the Dynasty again in the future” the man explained.

“I hope not. You must have been formidable with your blade, when you freed him from the enchantment.”

Ansbach sighed softly. “It was not an easy choice to make from my part, but it was a necessity. In truth, I only did what his Excellency would have wanted. I highly doubt He fell under the Unalloyed’s power of His own volition.”

That’s what I think, too.

“What I’m sure of though, is that someone among our peers was not as glad that I had to attack the Divinity in order to free Lord Mohg. But it should be all settled now, shouldn’t it?”

Yeah… I remember Varré not being too thrilled about it.

“It should. Honestly, you only did what you had to do. There was not much else you could have done, in that situation” Valyssa reassured him.

“… No. I suppose not” the Pureblood knight concluded.

She tried not to look too puzzled when they passed the hall to the empty throne room, and kept following the same path.

The cocoon was here before…

… Does the Dynasty even have a future anymore… without Miquella?

“If I may ask, does our Luminary not... sit the throne, today?”

“I’m afraid not, for the moment. Nonetheless, it is early in the morning. Perhaps he will at a later hour.”

“I see” she simply replied.

Soon they arrived before two massive iron doors, decorated in multiple engravings including a couple of big tridents, one on each door. They were guarded by two Sanguine Nobles, who began to push the doors open as they acknowledged their presence.

“You may enter, Valyssa. Master Mohg has requested me to remain outside the room, for the duration of the audience.”

Odd. “Oh alright. See you then, Ansbach.”

The elderly knight gave her only a slight nod, before she walked in and the doors slowly closed behind her, sealing the exit.

Mohg was waiting for her, sitting on a throne of stone, adorned with crimson drapes and rubies. A more somber seat than the one present in the Mausoleum.

She looked before her, and immediately bowed hurriedly. Her gaze went to the red marble plates of the pavement, keeping it low as she nervously waited for a command from her Lord.

“Come forth, Valyssa. No need to be afraid.”

She slowly stood correctly, trying to hide her nervousness as she approached the demigod. He had prepared a chair for her before him, with a pitcher and two goblets placed on a wooden piece of furniture not too far from the throne. One of the chalices was smaller than the other.

“Good morning Lord Mohg” she greeted him, taking a seat. Her hands remained crossed on her thighs, with her fingers intertwined with one another as she looked up to her Lord.

“Yes, good morning. You might be wondering why you’ve been summoned, quite early in the day as well. Allow me to illuminate you.”

She gulped and gave him a quick nod.

“First of all, I’m pleased to know that you and Varré are now engaged. My congratulations.”

“Thank you… my Lord.”

“However. As instructed by the Formless Mother, a matrimony in the Mohgwyn Dynasty has to be made true by a specific ritual of blood, and love. As the Lord of Blood, I will have to bed one of the two newlyweds on their first night.”

Her eyes widened so suddenly. She was completely in disbelief. “I’m… I’m sorry? … My Lord?”

She immediately corrected herself. “Forgive me, my Lord… I had no idea of… such a ritual.”

“Mh. Your surprise is excusable. Perhaps even Varré is oblivious to this.”

He might be…? This never came up in our discussions and plans.

“In any case, I wanted to discuss who would be the chosen one for the night. The other spouse would simply have to remain there, and watch the act take place.”

Oh. That’s a… very specific procedure. Weird that he didn’t call Varré as well for this.

“Lord Mohg, if I may point this out, why wasn’t Varré summoned too? As a couple, we could’ve talked things out in a more… efficient way.”

He grunted. “I’m fully aware of his… zeal and dedication as a servant. Had I summoned him too, he would have very likely influenced your choices by imposing on you something you wouldn’t have wanted.”

Mh. Perhaps.

“And while on your own, you’re more free to make your own decisions” he explained, leaning on the side with his arm to grab the pitcher and pour some wine in the smaller goblet, that he then offered to her. Valyssa accepted it, waiting for a sense of approval in the demigod’s gaze before taking a sip.  

“So. Who will it be, then? Him… Or you?”

Well. Knowing Varré, he wouldn’t turn it down for the world. But… I don’t think I’d be able to watch him get… screwed like that.

She shook her head to snap herself out of the thought, nauseated. Yeah, no way. Ritual and all, just imagining it makes me sick.

But to do it myself… oh Lord.

There’s no other way though, is there?

“I’ll… I’ll do it.”

The demigod raised an eyebrow, almost surprised. “Really? Are you certain of this choice of yours?”

No. But I really wouldn’t manage to remain sat and still as the… observer.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Well then. It is decided.”

She tried not to let out a sigh through her nose.

“It is in your interest to be informed then that this affair is strictly formal, with no personal matters involved” Lord Mohg proclaimed.

“And a blood incantation will prevent all sorts of… accidental complications, once the act has officially come to an end” he continued, with a soft grin. “I don’t expect you to carry to terms something that is not in your plans.”

The Tarnished felt her face getting warmer and warmer all of a sudden, and looked down in embarrassment.

“I… I know. Thank you for being so apprehensive, Lord Mohg”. She sighed, exasperated, only to turn her gaze towards the demigod again. “An eventual situation should always be considered, after all. And Varré, he would’ve had… something to say about it, at least. Or tried to convince me and change my mind, if the occasion had been at hand.”

A child from his Lord… would most likely be a dream come true, for him.

The Omen’s face, usually unperturbed, revealed a slight frown. He drank from his own golden goblet, before placing it down onto the small table with a sigh. He crossed his arms.

“We both know that Varré’s loyalty has never been in question. We’ve already been through this. But his judgement is more often than not clouded by what he believes to be the best for the Dynasty. Thus, he has the habit of ignoring everything around him if it doesn’t serve that specific purpose” he said.

“A child unwanted by their mother is a child unwanted by all. Varré’s concern should regard the conceiving of his own offspring, not seeking a bairn purely for his own desires” the Omen continued.

“He would love that babe as if he had fathered them, but in turn you would be subject to a violation of your being, and a reminder of it will be present for the rest of your life.”

Mohg’s hand brought up the chalice and he took another slow sip, placing the chalice back down once he was satisfied.

“Furthermore. You wouldn’t love a child out of your own convictions and lies developed over time. You never do. So you don’t have to worry about Varré. He may sound more insistent in your conversations, but he’ll ultimately do as he’s told.”

I wonder what he would’ve said or done if you had given him your approval…

“Nonetheless” he concluded, “I expect this event to remain a secret to the rest of the Dynasty. I can already see how someone is going to badmouth you two for adhering to such a celebration, despite being a precept of the Dynasty. Not everyone is wise enough to acknowledge the significance behind it. And I can see how the act itself may raise some questions. But that really matters none. It is all according to the Formless Mother’s will. Don’t you agree?”

The Tarnished nodded. “Yes, Lord Mohg. I think it would be best if we just kept it to ourselves.”

“Good. Then we’re finished here. Report everything to Varré, without sparing any detail. And until next time Valyssa. You’re dismissed” he pronounced, raising from his massive chair.

“Of course, My Lord. Thank you for dedicating some of your precious time to this discussion” she said, bowing one last time before taking a few steps backwards and heading to the door. It opened from the outside, and she passed through as soon as she could.

I can’t… believe I had to agree to this. But talking about it alone with Mohg was probably the best way to handle it. Varré would’ve just praised him and smiled, and anything would have been fine to him.

The doors closed behind her again, and she was on the move again. But she didn’t have to take more than a few steps, once Valyssa spotted Varré himself waiting outside, seemingly for her.

His mask might have hid his face, but his focused eyes didn’t look capable of concealing his excitement very well. He kept playing with the engagement ring around his finger, turning and examining it as if he was seeing it for the first time, humming contentedly.

As the doors were sealed shut, he instantly looked up and met her gaze. To which Valyssa’s grim expression turned into something softer, his presence alleviating in part what was going on in her head.

“Oh, my dear lambkin~” he exclaimed, approaching with haste to embrace her, leaving her slightly taken aback before she reciprocated the hug. He briefly lifted his mask over his face to kiss her on both cheeks, and resumed like nothing ever happened.

“I didn’t expect to find you here, love” she said, her index slowly passing over the fake lips of the mask in a playful way. “I thought you were going to rest some more.”

“Me? Oh, no” he laughed softly, “I must have awoken not too long after you left, and I hurried myself here as soon as I read your note. I wouldn’t have missed any second of your audience for the world, if only I could have participated.”

“Y-yeah. Turns out he wanted to see me and only me. He didn’t even let Ansbach in.”

And now I can see why… she thought, the tips of her ears turning red in embarrassment. Varré was quick to pick up on that.

“So, how did it go? What did the Luminary tell you?” he whispered in her ear, overwhelmed by joy.

“Uh. Fairly well, I think” the Tarnished replied. “Let’s… Let’s go back home first. It’s a… pretty private topic.”

“Oh, is that so? As you wish, my lambkin. You seem full of surprises, today~” he chirped, eagerly taking her hand in his as they walked home.

~°~

Varré pulled down his mask, placing it on the bedside table before he sat down onto the edge of the bed, with Valyssa following along. His gloved fingers slithered to hold her hands into his.

“So… What matters did you discuss with Lord Mohg that required such privacy, hm?” he asked quite curious, tilting his head on the side.

She gulped. The feeling her face burning in embarrassment was too much, and she almost refused to looked at her fiancé.

“Lord Mohg proposed… that he would bed one of us during our wedding night, as a way to seal the matrimony in blood.”

Varré’s expression mutated into one of disbelief and he blinked twice, as if he hadn’t heard what she had said correctly.

“Right? I’m a bit… worried about this” she said, turning away from him while she raised her hands in a frustrated way, walking back and forth in the room.

However, she missed how Varré’s cheeks turned pink little by little, until they were very rosy.

“I… I volunteered, but I should’ve probably consulted with you before I did, so I’m very sorry about that-“

“Oh, it is the utmost privilege the Luminary could offer! His highest form of blessing!” he interrupted her. “You did well to accept, a refusal would have been seen as a grave offense, truthfully!” Varré exclaimed, giggling like an excited girl.

“Uh?” she let out in disbelief. Only then she noticed his blush.

“Besides…” the surgeon continued, “I am more than pleased to allow him to spend our first night with you~ I’m confident in saying you won’t disappoint him” he continued, with a smile from ear to ear.

“Are you… are you sure? Isn’t it… humiliating, for you? More than it is for me?” Valyssa asked him, her gaze never leaving his.

“Well, if you think about it…” he spoke, raising from his spot on the bed to wrap his arms around her waist to hug her from behind. “We’ve spent countless nights together, already. Dedicating your body to the Luminary, even for a single night, would prove to be an unique and unrepeatable occasion for you~” he said, softly pressing his lips against her nape.

His nose brushed against her skin affectionately, while his gloved hands roamed as he stroke her chest and belly in an endearing way, before moving in front of her to look her in the eyes again.

“And even if tattlers and rumormongers would spread the news, we wouldn’t want to pay them any mind. Jealousy is a despicable habit to pursue, and we will pay neither ears nor mind to it. Right, my lambkin?” he asked, tilting his head to the side again, waiting for a response from her.

Honestly, it's not like we could have turned it down, regardless of what we wanted…, the Tarnished thought.

“Y-yeah. We… we don’t need to hear and care about what others have to say regarding us.”

The war surgeon’s smile widened even more, as he looked at her adoringly. He leaned in forward, their lips colliding in a soft kiss.

“Wonderful, my lambkin. I’m so very proud of you~” he whispered pulling away for a brief moment, before his mouth was on hers again. This time his tongue parted her lips to deepen the embrace with a soft moan.

She smiled weakly while she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his back while their tongues danced within.

A huff came from both of them as the kiss kept going, before his lips pulled away from hers and started trailing a path of delicate pecks headed to a sensitive spot on her neck. The hairs on his chin lightly brushed against her skin, giving her a sense of familiarity.

“We’re going to skip breakfast at this rate- mh~” she whispered, getting cut off by her own whimper.

“Why, I have my treat right over here~” the surgeon spoke softly in her ear, before diving back on licking her neck. She let out a soft groan, kissing his temple while he took his time working on her.

“You’re silly, haha” she continued and closed her eyes with a hum, enjoying his special attention. The arousal was quickly growing in her lower belly, and she turned around to close the door away from prying eyes and ears, carefully doing so it wouldn’t interrupt Varré’s intense kissing session.

The clothes underneath her robe were off before they could blink, and his lips moved away to let her remove the Sanguine Noble outfit as well. She remained in her underwear, undoing the cloth covering her breasts as she laid onto her back on the bed. Her fiancé couldn’t help but adore her with his pale golden eyes, the gaze never leaving her even as he removed his leather gloves and his surgeon garb.

His lips then moved from her neck to her chest, and he began to fondle her breasts. His stubble tickled her areolas, and she appreciated greatly how he took a nipple in his mouth, after kissing it so adoringly. He sucked on it with eagerness, a hand cupping the other breast and massaging it gently in circles. Satisfied to hear her moans, he then switched to the twin nipple so he could do the same, while Valyssa stroked his hair. Her fingers ran through his brown, messy tufts, reaching his ponytail as well, and her cries of joy reverberated through the air.

Once Varré deemed it was enough, he hastily descended onto her body, creating a slow trail of pecks over her belly and abdomen. She grinned at his intentions, swiftly removing her loincloth and spreading her legs for him, inviting the surgeon to please her in a more intimate way.

“You’re more enthusiastic than usual today, dear~” he pointed out, crawling onto the sheets and helping her place her thighs onto his shoulders. Her crotch was right before his lips, like a full meal prepared just for him.

“And you’re not?” she spoke back with a giggle, amused at his excitement.

“Why wouldn’t I be? If you can’t tell yourself I am in a particularly good mood~ and it can only get better from here~”

“Mh, I bet~” the Tarnished said, gasping  as his tongue came into contact with her clitoris and inner lips. He lapped happily at them, even nibbling in the most sensitive areas. The stimulation was intense, and she was so tempted to buck her hips against his face, moaning as her climax approached faster and faster. She gripped the bedsheets behind her head with her full fists, her hips instinctively rising so he could do an even better job.

The Tarnished could feel his smirk against her flesh, as he suddenly inserted his tongue into her quivering hole, making her hurl. Her toes curled, he immediately set an unforgiving pace while his hands stroked the inner side of her thighs.

She cried his name as she came, whining as she was like putty in his hands. Her huffing was followed by chuckling from the white mask, who carefully placed her legs and hips back on the bed so he could undress completely. His excited dick sprung free once he was nude, in all his glory, and he climbed onto the bed to join her.

“Don’t you want some special attention too, love?” she asked, her face all flushed and flustered. She rolled onto her stomach and approached her partner with hungry eyes.

“Oh… I thought you deserved it all yourself today, my lambkin~ but I would never reject any affection from you” he said sweetly, spreading his legs and giving his cock a few strokes. It was rock hard, throbbing for attention and want.

“Of course not, you should be loved as much as you do me” she whispered, taking the lead with her fingers and holding him in her grasp. Her touch was slow and constant, as her fingers worked diligently around his length.

She then lowered her head and took him in her mouth. Varré groaned in pleasure, looking down at her fondly. His fingers found their way through her hair, caressing her long, wavy locks before she started moving up and down. She sucked with fervor, her head bobbing up and down. Her red eyes were focused on his, and he looked on the verge of coming undone at that very moment.

But he stopped her soon after. “I’d… I’d like to finish inside, d-dear… Would that be fine with y-you?”

She let go of his shaft, nodding breathlessly. She was very wet herself, dripping with arousal. “Y-yes please… Do it inside…” she pleaded as she pulled away. Laying on her back again, she grabbed hold from the bedside table of a mixture of bitter herbs to drink, which she shared with him. Once the acrid taste had left their mouths, she parted her legs and waited for him to join her with an impatient smile.

She didn’t have to wait long. He crawled on top of her, his arms resting on both sides of her head as he inserted himself into her with a loud groan from both of them. She quickly pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he set a slow and steady pace with his thrusts. Despite that, she could feel how close he was. His dick twitched and throbbed against her walls, hitting all the right spots as it made its way inside. Like it rightfully belonged in there.

The sight of her body rocking as he moved was always an unique marvel. Varré would never grew tired of it. He moaned in her ear, burying his face in her neck as his cock mercilessly pumped in and out of her. He could smell her, taste her excitement, and nobody, no one was stopping it. She was excited because of him, and nobody else in the Lands Between.

He peered down at the ring around his finger, in the shape of a garland of rose petals and adorned with a small ruby on top. In just a few months, they were going to belong to one another, forever. Until the rest of time.

Varré whined softly in her neck as he came, twitching briefly when he released himself inside of her. Her hips arched as she welcomed him, her moans and huffs like a symphony for him when she finished too.

“I… I love you, my lambkin~” he said, giving her the most lovestruck smile she’d ever seen from him. She pulled him in for another kiss on the lips, still panting like she had run for miles on end.

“I… I love you too, dear” she said back, smiling up at him.

He soon pulled out with a sigh, leaving her to whine with his sudden absence, and laid down beside her, hugging her from behind to hold her close.

Neither of them spoke for a while, simply enjoying the aftermath of the moment.

However, Valyssa turned around to face him after a while. “I was wondering… our Lord said he would provide an unique kind of spell for the event, but… what if something goes wrong? And there’s no way it’s not going to be painful.”

It would be, for sure. He must be huge, under the… erm. Garments. Her blush felt as scalding as a forest fire.

“Ah, my lambkin, there is no need to worry. Certainly Lord Mohg will be gentle, the purpose of the ritual is not to break you!” the man said, chuckling to himself a little. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll gladly kiss that fear out of you~ Would that help?”

“Y-yeah. I-it would. Thank you, dear.”

Her response made him smile, and he hold her close, lovingly rubbing her back as their lips met in a slow but passionate kiss.

“At least we won’t have to worry about… unexpected surprises. The Lord said the spell would prevent those too” she explained, pulling away.

He seemed to stiffen for a moment. But he quickly resumed with his warm demeanor. “Of course. We listen and follow the Luminary’s instructions. He knows what’s best.”

“Exactly. And it’s the best option for us too.” She kissed his cheek. “It would be too early, anyway. And we should have our own child, Lord Mohg was clear about it.”

Can an Omen even… impregnate a Tarnished woman? Would it even be possible? Are there any records of similar stuff happening?

“Yes, it would be wise to time it right. We have so much to accomplish and plan out, still” he mumbled, mind-absently stroking her abdomen.  

“Do you think it would… kill me? If it ever took place?”

And what lengths would you go for, just to have what you want the most?

“Perhaps. Or perhaps not. However, you shouldn’t let the thought mess with your mind, my lambkin. They’re bad for your health.”

She sighed, burying her face in his neck as she hugged him briefly, taking in his scent and presence. He was so warm…

“A… alright. Anyway, let’s change topic. I’ll go make some breakfast, do you want anything?” she asked, moving away from him to slip out of the sheets.

“Well, an encore of you would be quite enticing~ but on a serious note, some stormhawk eggs sound delicious. Wait for me, I’ll come too-“

“No, I’ll handle the food. You’ve been exhausting yourself for the past week with my wedding dress, you need to rest” she said, gathering her clothes as she redressed.

“Oh, that? That is only a trifle matter, dear.”

“Varré. You’ve been staying up all nights working on the tissues, and then there’s your own attire too” she declared.

“Admitedly, I can’t bear heading to bed with the thought of not getting them done. I want to craft them myself. And they have to be perfect” he explained, yawning softly as he stretched his arms out.

“Well, if you insist…” she giggled. “Unfortunately I have no skills with needles and threads. But you, you’re a natural.”

“When… when you spend countless days stitching bodies and corpses, you will get used to the art. On top of that, I like it. It’s soothing, and requires fervent dedication and creativity. And not unlike organic matter, you need to be precise or else everything falls apart before your eyes” Varré continued, snuggling under the sheets as he looked at her one more time. His eyelids were feeling heavier all of a sudden.

“Uh-uh. In any case, I’ll be back soon with the-“ Valyssa turned towards him, only to find his eyes shut. His chest rose and descended peacefully, as he had gone back to sleep.

She smiled, quietly sitting onto the bed right next to him. Alright then love, rest well. I'll take it from here.