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WARNINGS: Non-Con to Dub-Con. Creepy Behaviour. Get called a whore a lot. It’s Lautrec, what do u expect.
After many brutal and rather torturous hours of slaying enemies, dying and dying again. You’d think that Firelink Shrine would ease all of your problems with its familiarity and peace and many of the friendly individuals you have encountered so far. But not this time.
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The crunch of your bloody, steel armour under dead twigs and bones of those hollows near the shrine are the only thing you hear. You slightly shake your legs to get rid of the bones as you step onto the decaying stone stairs down to Firelink.
muscles aching in protest with every step and every movement you make feels like fire burning your insides. You groan in pain as you finally make it to the bonfire in the centre and practically let yourself fall on the ground next to it with a satisfied yet annoyed sigh.
Those damn gargoyles put up one hell of a fight, it was bad enough already with one but when the second one showed up, it was nearly impossible as they kept breathing fire, not allowing you to get close to strike them with your sword. You ran out of estus halfway through the battle.
Thank Gwyn that Solarie was there to help you, you don’t know what you would have done without his help. He even gave you an adorable medal with the engraving of a sun, very similar to the one emblazoned upon his chest as a reward for as he puts it, ‘jolly cooperation’
“Ah, I know that feeling.”
Oh right, he’s here.
The familiar and depressing voice of the crest-fallen warrior rang out near you. It’s not that he’s not a welcome face, it’s just that his pessimism is really bleeding into you. It’s draining sometimes hearing constant negativity.
“Not to worry, just take a seat and soon you’ll be just like me.” He ends his sentence with a weak and strained laugh.
‘Yeah, well you didn’t ring the bell..’ you say in your head, not wanting to possibly pick a fight as you are too exhausted.
He lets out a small, ‘ahh’ before speaking again.
“Someone rang the bell, it was you wasn’t it? Well, don't stop now. One more to go, but it’s going to be suicide.” Yet again he ends his sentence with a weak laugh. People here always need to laugh after saying anything for some reason.
You merely nod your head, not feeling like talking to him. You sit for a while, just staring at the flames of the welcoming bonfire as your muscles ease their aching.
There’s a sudden glint of brilliant gold reflecting off the sun in your peripheral vision and you jump up, cracking a few joints in the process. You’ve been very jumpy about practically everything now due to the countless enemies you face.
You slowly creep around to the descending stairs to the lower part of the shrine, where the fire keeper is caged. You do feel rather bad for the poor fire keeper, being locked in a cell to fuel a fire for who knows how long.
You unseathe your trusty sword as you peek around the corner and spot the sight of a strange golden knight, sitting across to the fire keeper.
Oh, you almost forgot about him. You had rescued him from a hidden cell before your fight with the gargoyles, he said he’d give you a reward ‘only later.’
Mentally criticising yourself for being too paranoid of everything you put your sword away, intending on seeming friendly as you approach him.
Even as he is sitting and slouched slightly he is clearly still taller than you, way taller. You feel the slightest pang of fear to the mostly unknown man but you swallow it down just as he begins to speak.
“Ahh, hello there.” His voice makes you cringe a little, it sounds a lot like sandpaper and ‘no good’ etched into a voice. “I have your reward. Please, accept it.” He reaches out his golden hand to you, with something glittering in his palm.
It’s another sunlight medal. It practically blends into his golden armour, making you have to double take to actually see it. You hesitate for just a moment as he thrusts his hand further to you, indicating for you to take it.
Reaching out, you take the medal in his hands. The feeling of his cold armour contrasting against your warm hands sends a shiver of goosebumps onto your arm. You briefly make an observation of just how big his hands are compared to yours.
He chuckles, an unnerving and almost scheming sound. It's like he knows that his general presence makes you nervous and he’s revelling in it, “I’m grateful to you for freeing me..Keh heh heh heh.”
‘Maybe I should have left him there..’ you think to yourself but yet again you can feel your more empathetic side telling your mind to give him a chance and never to judge based on looks and that you're being unreasonable. Just as you turn around to leave you hear him speak up again.
“Now hold on,” he says as he shifts around in his seating position, his armour clanking lightly against itself, “it’s rude to not tell me your name…” his voice sounds like hissing snakes to your ears. You're not really sure you should give him your name.
Your heart pangs again as you feel the tiny thread of guilt of being considered rude, you were always raised to be kind and welcoming. But here in Lordran, kindness will be the death of you. You let out a hefty sigh as you turn around to face him again.
“It’s (name)” you say, not sounding particularly interested.
“(Name)….” He tests your name out on his tongue. Hearing your name coming from him feels almost like he’s threatening you by just speaking. “A lovely name…keh heh..”
A blush erupts onto your face at the compliment and you quickly try to hide it by pulling your hood up. All he said was that your name was ‘lovely’ . Why are you blushing so much? Have you been that deprived of affection for so long that any compliments make you a mess? Surely you’re just overreacting and it was meant to be a friendly statement when meeting a potential new friend.
“Well..uh..” you struggle to remember his name but you know it starts with L, “L..Lauu…” you scrunch your eyes as you think hard, surely his name was something along those lines. Laurence maybe? That doesn’t sound right. Your thoughts are interrupted by his voice cutting through the awkward silence.
“Did my saviour forget my name?” He asks and you can practically hear his smirk behind that strange, golden holed helmet. It reminds you much of a cheese grater.
You grimace at him, clearly embarrassed of being so easily called out and him nearly laughing at you.
“I am Knight Lautrec, as I’ve told you,” He chuckles condescendingly, “I am truly grateful to you and it would be rude of me not to reward you further.” He stands up, his golden armour clicking and shifting around as he does.
You nearly jump out of your skin as he stands up as he practically towers over you. If he were to attack you right now, you would barely be able to do anything and how do you know he’s not dangerous? Like that bald guy that screwed you over in the catacombs and-
“Hellooo??” His voice suddenly pierces through your panicking and irrational mind.
“Hmm? Oh, uh my apologies. My mind…. just blanked out,” you feel a blush of embarrassment as you blatantly admit to not listening to him while he presumably was talking to you about something. Or did you look weird while zoning out? By Gwyn that would be embarrassing.
Clearing your throat you speak, “No, no it’s fine really I don’t wish to be greedy.” You reject his offer, waving your hand slightly. “You‘ve given me enough.” You hope he accepts your rejection but the glimmer of hope falls flat as he speaks.
“It’s not being greedy, a lousy medal does not own up to your generous actions earlier.” It almost sounds like he’s trying to butter you up to accept what he wants to offer you, too bad flattery doesn’t get anyone very far in Lordran as you stand your ground. “In-fact, I’m the one being greedy by not offering something better.”
He circles around you, checking you out but doing no effort to hide it. The fact you can’t see his eyes or any semblance of a face through the many holes on his helmet makes you uneasy. He can see all of you, such as your face and you can’t see anything but what he wears.
“I’m sure you’d appreciate what I offer, it will be… pleasurable for both of us.” You feel his cold, steel hands brush against you as he has gotten closer without you even noticing. How does a man with shiny golden armour do anything without being noticed?
“Really, it’s perfectly fine, Lautrec. I appreciate the medal and that’s all I need.” You keep up with rejecting him, maybe he’ll tire and eventually accept the rejection.
Taking a few awkward steps you start to walk up the small staircase to the centre point of Firelink, the bonfire itself.
A golden gauntlet roughly snatches your wrist and nearly pulls your arm out of its socket as you’re flipped around and slammed into the gleaming chest of Lautrec. His bone crushing grip makes
you whine in pain.
Instinctively reaching for your sword sheathed on your hip, Lautrec is faster than you and grabs it himself taking it out of its sheath making sure to keep it away from your grip. “Ah, ah.” He tuts, “you won’t be needing this.” Moments later your trusty blade is casually thrown off of Firelink, down into blight-towns swamp.
Feeling his hands reach down to attempt to cup your asscheeks, shocks out of your stunned state as you begin to writhe and wriggle in his grip.
“Let go of me!” You screech, hoping someone in Firelink would hear you and come running to help. But no one came. Who would? The fire keeper trapped behind bars? The crestfallen warrior? doubt it.
“Now, why would I do that?” He practically purrs as he keeps his iron grip on you and begins to apply his weight, causing your knees to buckle and shake under the immense pressure. If you get pinned under him, it would be nearly impossible to get out and that sends a wave of panic through you.
Your legs shake as you try your best to keep yourself up and not collapse under his weight. Continuing your mostly fruitless struggles while doing so, however, only serves to further exhaust your body. “You bloody freak! I’ll rip your head off!”
Lautrec only chuckles, the sound now truly registering in your head as a sly snake hiss, “That’s a hurtful thing for a lady like you to say.” He tuts before continuing, “someone will have to teach you proper manners… keh heh heh.”
Sweat trickles down your forehead as the exhaustion of struggling in rather heavy armour and being under the blazing sun starts to take its toll. It doesn’t help that you're being held into the chest of some golden freak that you shouldn’t have rescued.
An idea pops into your head, maybe just maybe… you don’t like the idea but it’s worth a shot.
“If you wanted to, you know,” you pause for dramatic effect, “bed me. You could have just asked.” A massive blush of mostly embarrassment erupts on your helmet-less face. Tricking Lautrec into thinking you're interested then running off or better yet, stabbing him, the plan comes into effect.
“Hmm? Where did this come from?” If you could see his face you're sure you’d see a sly smirk, “just a moment ago you called me a freak and now you're submitting?” He suddenly uses his other hand and grasps the back of your head and leans forward, his head right next to your ear as his whisper sends shivers through your body. “I know what you’re trying to do, love. And that won’t work on me.”
Your heart drops at how quickly he caught on, but on second thought it was a stupid plan to begin with. Suddenly, a spark of familiar and unwelcome feeling shoots to your crotch as his whisper and sly, scheming voice resonate in your mind. What? No this can’t be! This weirdo can’t be turning you on by just whispering in your ear. You must have let out an audible groan or made a certain movement as Lautrec whispers again.
“Oh? Did you like that?” He slyly chuckles as he continues to whisper into your ear, deliberately getting so close that his helmet brushed against the shell of your ear.
You scoff and speak, “I! I…” you hesitate, you actually hesitate. You really couldn’t deny the pleasurable heat growing in your crotch and starting to spread across your body but again you don’t want to admit it. “No!” It takes a few moments to finally spit out the hardly veiled lie.
His knee suddenly pushes between your legs and rubs your clothed pussy, the only part that isn’t armoured and covered only by leather. He keeps himself pressed against you, and whispers into your ear with his husky voice once more. “You may not like it but…” he pushes his knee in a bit more, pressing on your clit and causing you to let out an involuntary moan, “your body sure does.”
You bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to risk possibly moaning while trying to bark a retort. But damn, does his knee feel good…how good can he be with his cock or hands? Your body shivers involuntarily at the thought, betraying your turning mind.
“Hmmm? No quips? Come on…speak dear.” He purrs into your ear, sending another shiver of tingles down your back. “I want to hear you, especially when I make you scream my name.”
“Y-you're.…sick..” is all you could manage without nearly mewling with delight and want. You’ve forgotten all about struggling now and guiltily, allow yourself to enjoy his actions. Nearly bucking your hips to try and get more pleasure as his knee quickly wasn’t doing enough anymore. “Should of le-left you to….mmmh… rot..” a small moan escapes.
You try your best to spit out more insults but your mind begins to blank out, slowly but surely being clouded by your want and lust with a small tinge of guilt for liking this so much. So you remain quiet, biting lightly onto your bottom lip to silence any needy moans or mewls.
He pushes more of his weight onto you and your knees finally give up and collapse under his weight, sending both of you to the ground with you landing on your back, letting out an ‘oopf’ as you hit the ground. Now he has you exactly where he wants you, pinned underneath him.
He cruelly moves his knee away from where you need him most as he reaches behind him. Your hands are now freed from being held captive by his own but… you don’t try to escape or move, as if you're transfixed and can only watch as he fumbles with something behind his back.
There’s a small clicking sound as Lautrecs chestpiece slacks and falls off, tumbling onto the grass beside you. His body now visible to you, the only remaining pieces of armour being his gauntlets, helmet and most of his leggings.
His skin is surprisingly pale and he’s a bit skinnier than you expected due to his strength. Although, looking closer you could see some muscle definition and old scars littering his chest. He reaches down and pushes down on his loincloth, taking out his hardening cock.
You can’t help but gawk at the sight. He is above-average in size as he hardens to his full length and pulls back his foreskin, showing his light pink tip already oozing pre-cum and twitching slightly in excitement.
You don’t get much time to continue staring as he suddenly grabs you, lifting you up slightly and greedily fumbling with the straps of your armour intent on taking them off as fast as possible and yet again you don’t struggle.
He starts with the straps of your chest piece, nearly ripping them off in his haste and greed. You feel a weight lift off of you as the chest piece slackens and is taken off by Lautrec. The only thing blocking his view from your bare chest is your undergarments you always had on underneath your armour.
You hear him grumble in annoyance at the small hindrance. Before reaching down and grasping a handful of your thin undergarment firmly in his fist and pulling back, tearing it off in one motion.
Your breasts are now exposed fully to his hungry gaze as your nipples harden and pebble due to the cold breeze and your own arousal. You should be trying to scratch and kick at him, or cover your breasts with your hands but it never occurs for you to do so.
His hands reach down and roughly take each breast in his hand, kneading and fondling them.
Sparks of pleasure from your sensitive breasts shoot through you and make you let out small moans and gasps of pleasure. Your brain forgetting you should be angry at Lautrec and not giving him any signs you're enjoying this and now only
thinking of deriving more pleasure from his touch.
“Not as large as others I’ve seen.” Lautrec comments on the size of your breasts as he lightly squeezes your nipples between his thumb and index, causing you to squirm. “Quite sensitive aren’t you?”
He’s right, and that makes you annoyed. Your body is very sensitive, hypersensitive even, especially in more intimate areas and small touches send sparks of arousal and pleasure through you. It doesn’t help that his gauntlets are cold, making you jump slightly at their cold bite against your warm skin.
You turn your blushing face away from him, confirming his little question.
“Good.” His voice is laced with dark intention as he fondles your breasts more roughly, taking more care to focus on your nipples.
Pleasure and slight pain from his roughness shoot through you as you feel yourself become more aroused, becoming more wet and needy in your lower regions.
Getting annoyed with his teasing and foreplay as your body craves more and more. Dignity be damned, you need this as much as you need air. You could simply ruminate on your actions later, but later is not here and this is now and you needed him, now. “Enough with the teasing. Just get on with it and fuck me.”
He pauses for a moment before he chuckles and takes his hands away from your breasts and starts to make quick work of the remaining pieces of armour on your person. All that remains is your panties which are quickly torn off.
He roughly grips onto your thighs and spreads your legs apart, your glistening pussy out on display for his gaze. He moves one of his hands to spread your folds apart, “What a strange way of showing your hate for someone, isn’t it?” Lautrec says, mocking how wet you are.
“I still fucking hate you.” You snap at him, not liking him but just wanting what he can give.
His cold armoured hand slides over your pussy and plays with your clit, rubbing it slowly. Taunting you and your greedy wants.
You shamelessly arch your back. Pleasure spreads through your needy body as he inserts his fingers, causing you to let out a moan, and slowly pumps them in and out, curling them to hit a sweet spot inside you.
“Fuck…” you breathily moan out as you feel his fingers pick up their speed and intensity, quivering every time they curl up or reach deeper.
A knot begins to form on your lower stomach, a familiar feeling you’ve felt before when pleasuring yourself. “K-Keep going..” you lightly beg him, needing the release more than anything.
He inserts another finger and increases his pace even more while using his other hand's thumb to service your aching clit. Your hips buck into his hands for more as the knot in your stomach tightens further.
“Oh gods!” The orgasm is brain-melting as you yell out. Your entire body racked in mind numbing pleasure as goosebumps litter your sweaty skin. Lautrec slows his pace down as your juices coat his fingers and a bit of his arm.
Hands clutching at the grass beneath you from the orgasm as you breathe heavily, slowly coming down from your high and feeling embarrassment settling in.
Lautrec takes out his now soaked fingers, inspecting them for a few moments, “so, you can only handle three.” He slyly remarks before bringing his fingers underneath his helmet. You wonder what he’s doing for a few moments before he takes his fingers out from his helmet now only covered in spit. He licked his soaked fingers clean.
He makes quite the show of it, aiming to humiliate you further. “You enjoy being fucked like a cheap whore do you?” He reaches down and takes his cock into his hands, rubbing its head against your lubricated folds. “Go ahead and deny it all you want.”
The head of his cock begins to push into you, causing you to squirm in embarrassment, want and slight pain. The stretch wasn’t too painful, only little stings of pain here and there but most of it was mind-numbing pleasure. The feeling of him inside you was surprisingly pleasant, feeling nicely stuffed and soon to be completely satisfied.
His length pushes all the way in and you subconsciously relax more of your muscles to let him in easier. By now, your mind is reeling for more as your eyes reflect sheer lust and want as sweat trickles down your body from your previous orgasm.
“It won’t change the fact I have you underneath me, wanting more.” Lautrec finishes his sentence as he holds himself cruelly still inside you. He knows how well you want him to start fucking you and revells in how much power he feels. Yet again, he doesn’t want to keep himself waiting.
Without warning he begins to thrust in and out of you, clearly more in tune with his own needs. With every thrust you let out a moan of delight as he hits the right spots inside you and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him a little closer.
His hands plant themselves beside your head as he steadies himself to increase his pace and depth. Sweat begins to form on his chest as he keeps his speed. His hands move to grip harshly onto your thighs, digging into them and spreading them apart even more. You were sure that would leave some marks.
“Ah, Fuck! La-Lautrec,” you moan out his name as he continues his relentless pounding. Drool begins to dribble down your chin as you feel another orgasm quickly approaching.
“Sh-Shit! I’m going to-“ your words are cut short by your own cry of bliss as your velvety walls clench around his cock and you reach your peak once more. Racks of pleasure shoot through your body as he keeps fucking you, a lewd squealch each time he thrusted.
You feel your brain beginning to go fuzzy as he adjusts himself to hold onto you and pound faster and get deeper, hitting a certain spot in you.
“Th-there right there!” Your legs keep firmly wrapped around him. You’re practically screaming his name and begging for more with every thrust, fueling Lautrecs power trip.
“Well.. look at you,” he moves his hand to grip your chin and force you to look at him. “All ruined and screaming for me.” His thrusts begin to become sloppy as he breathes heavily, “In your proper place, a whore beneath me.”
By now, your mind has nearly melted with lust and pleasure as all you can think about is his cock pumping in and out of you. Your words coming out only as incoherent stupid babbling as drool continues to dribble down your chin. Your skin, flush and red glistening with sweat and small bruises of Lautrecs fingertips. Tears brim your eyes from overstimulation.
Gods, it was pure bliss. After all of the deaths and fights you’ve had, you never knew being fucked like a whore by a man you hated just minutes ago was all you needed.
His sloppy thrusts become more spaced out as with a final grunt he buries himself to the hilt finally emptying his sperm-heavy balls into you. The feeling of his warm seed invading your womb was incredible as your greedy walls practically milk him.
You both simply stay still for a minute, breathing heavily and regaining your bearings from the intense coupling.
Your mind slowly comes back to you and so do your natural senses. Did you really just let him fuck and cum inside you? Yes, yes you did.
Lautrec removes his now flaccid cock from your abused pussy, sliding out easily due to the combined fluids of both him and you.
You groan as you prop yourself up with your arms, face flushed with red from humiliation of letting him do this and enjoying it so much. You can’t really help yourself but hope for a next time as you feel his cum leak out of you.
“Did you have your fun?” You scoff out, still trying as if you hate him. You still do, but much less now.
He chuckles as he adjusts his undergarments, putting his cock back in and reaching for his disregarded chest piece and a few pieces of his leggings. “Hmm, very much so.. Keh heh.” He finishes putting on the rest of his golden armour.
Your legs buckle as you attempt to stand but don’t get very far. Falling back onto your ass just moments after trying. “Bastard..” you mumble out as you reach for your armour pieces. If you can’t get up, then it’s better to just get dressed and not be naked, and find a spot to rest until you can.
Lautrec doesn’t seem at all encumbered in any way, no shaking or anything as if he didn’t just cum into you. It makes you feel utterly humiliated and oddly dominated as he seems perfectly fine whereas you can’t even stand up.
“I’ll be off now. I have pressing matters to attend to.” He suddenly steps closer to you and grabs your chin again, pulling you close to him as he whispers into your ear, “if you want to be treated like the whore you are again.” His thumb slides gently over your cheek, “just come find me, I’ll be delighted to assist you.” His tone is laced with amusement.
You don’t get time to spit out an insult at him as he turns and begins to take his leave. Disappearing from your sight in just mere moments, off to do whatever he is supposed to be doing.
Your eyes flutter with exhaustion as you get on the last pieces of your armour and rest your body against a crumbled wall of Firelink shrine. You're far beyond exhausted. You don’t really like to sleep in armour but you don’t have any non-ripped underclothes to dress down into.
But eventually, your eyes flutter and shut as exhaustion finally takes you to sleep. Your last thought of Lautrec, and when you should seek him out again.