Mogh is afflicted by Melanism is the conclusion I’ve come to. Not that it really matters in the grand scheme of Elden Ring.
He also has a bit of a lion face too would be interesting, takes after his dad in more ways than one. Added a couple more random horns, thought it’d be more fitting to align with Morgott if ever get around to doing him.
hello! before anything else, i just wanted to say your writing is a godsent, no matter the genre hehe. Anyways, I was hoping if I could request a specific scenario about showering Godfrey, Godrick, and Mohg with praise in the heat of sex? Spoiling them as a treat... as well as blowing their ego along with their... yknow.
His flesh radiates majesty. You feel it under your trembling hands as they worship his body.
Godfrey is so gentle. His large hand cups the back of your head, guiding you as you bring him pleasure. He could be feral, could become beholden to the beast inside him you're so good, but not yet...
Your lips, tongue, and fingers worship him ardently and before you know it, you're tasting his essence and it's magnificent—
You spread your legs; you're so pliant. You beg him, your beloved Lord, voice trembling, to take you to heights unknown. You see it, his feral beast emerging and in a flash, you're coming undone in his embrace.
𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 - "𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭… 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭…"
Under different circumstances, he would've been smug about this but... you understand. You see his power. You see his glory. He is everything the Golden Lineage stands for.
You're mewling under his touch. His numerous hands light the flame of arousal within you.
Godrick plays your body like a fine-tuned instrument. He rewards you for your praise, something he'll never admit he's deeply, sorely missed.
You moan again, begging for more, and Godrick honors your request and makes you resplendent under rays of Gold.
𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐠 - "𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝…"
He feels so good inside you, your beloved Luminary.
You ride him with fervor, thighs trembling in rapture, feeling his bony fingers tighten around your hips with every movement.
You're doing so well, beloved, pleasing him just as he likes, showing love befitting Mohgwyn's shining star.
You plead for release, the ultimate gesture of your affection, of your praise.
You plead for release, for his seed, enveloped in the throes of Mohgwyn's glory and he grants it. And he's luminous all over again.