The Witch's Due

A short piece of multi-futa smut inspired by Ceraph Keilah's images and Elden Ring run giving Ranni more cocks the more they died in game. Enjoy!

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“The way forward?” Ranni said and smiled sweetly. “Why, Tarnished, of course I know it. You need only promise me one thing, and I shall tell you. Help me, in your hour of need, and I shall help you in mine.”

She sat on her rock, watching the silent warrior consider her words. The witch had been waiting for a long time. She could wait a little longer. It was a warm night and Ranni’s warm fur had been discarded, leaving the mystic in a tight, white dress, tinted blue by the color of her skin and her ethereal magical aura. Her second set of hands were folded in her lap, their subtle fidgeting betraying her calm demeanor.

Finally, the Tarnished nodded.

“You’ve accepted. I’m glad. Your path leads to the castle up yonder; just follow the road. You’ll meet an old man with a cane by the gatehouse. He’ll show you what’s next.”

The Tarnished considered her words again and left, galloping away into the night without another word. Ranni’s gaze followed the warrior as far as she could and started to laugh, safely out of earshot.

“You poor fool. Poor, useful fool… You’ll enjoy Margit. Many, many times, I hope.” Ranni took a deep breath and smiled, readying herself for what would come next.

She did not have to wait long. The Tarnished reached the gatehouse and Ranni’s trap, coming to a bloody end in the confrontation with Margit. And as they reformed, getting ready to take on the monstrous guardian once more, Ranni reaped the benefit of their pact.

“Ooh…” the witch moaned to herself, uncaring of who would hear her in the night. A great heat welled up inside her, a wellspring of lust and power that concentrated in her loins until a great, fat cock burst into being between her legs. She wasted no time in pulling her dress aside to touch and evaluate her new penis, cooing as her four hands caressed the fleshy, sensitive spire.

“Mmh. A foot, maybe more? Not bad, Tarnished… But I expected more from you.” She cast a glance towards the distant bonfire where the Tarnished appeared once more and headed to battle. A minute later a great scream rang out as the undying warrior perished again.

The effect was immediate. Ranni’s bulging, blue cock grew even bigger, inching out in her slender hands. She cooed to herself, eagerly stroking the now 18-inch monster as a wellspring of precum poured down its meaty length. She felt the magic spread, filling her breasts, her hips, her ass… but nowhere did Ranni feel the blessing more keenly than between her legs, as her secondenormous cock materialized in the blink of an eye, just as big and juicy as the first.

“Ah. That is more like it.” The witch smirked to herself, stroking one shaft with each hand as her spares went down to caress her four melon-dwarfing balls. Her crotch grew dangerously crowded with just two fat scrotums; and Ranni could do a lot better than that.

“Finally. I’ve always deserved this,” she said to herself, turned on by the sheer excess bulging out between her legs. Her dress wouldn’t last; already, her small breasts had started to grow, and as the Tarnished died anew she gained several more cup sizes at once, making the doomed fabric cling to her increasingly curvaceous body. The thought of disrobing before she burst free never even occurred to her; a witch of her stature had more important things to do. Namely, playing with her increasing crop of cockflesh.

A third cock flopped out between Ranni’s legs and drew a sharp gasp of pleasure from her lips. She pulled them all against her, burning up with desire.

“More,” she said, kissing the bulging heads of her two-foot erections. “More!” she repeated, as they swelled to three and then four feet, the mass of feminine dickflesh forcing her legs apart. “More!” came the impatient cry again, moaning hard as her fourth cock grew in and sent her into an immediate orgasm, her gigantic girlcocks spraying tubfuls of steaming, tar-thick nutbatter across the formerly peaceful scenery.

Even mid-climax, the consequences of the Tarnished’s defeat manifested on her body. Ranni grew taller, stronger, her figure growing feminine in the extreme even as her loins filled with cockflesh. Five shafts, six, they bulged and grew and multiplied, coming into being already cumming, set to drown the ruins around her in a lake of horny witch’s brew. And as enormous as Ranni herself became, her cocks still grew bigger, their throbbing shaking the earth as her lust manifested itself on her surroundings like the wrath of an angry goddess.

It was intense, even for her. Ranni let the titanic orgasm run through her and then dropped down, lying entirely on a throne of her gigantic, churning ball sacs.

She smiled. The Tarnished would live and die again. And Ranni would take her due and grow without end.

***

It was a long road down Stormveil castle. Battered, broken, every step seemed an eternity for the Tarnished who had been bested by the gatekeeper, finally deciding to seek another path rather than breaking against Margit like the waves against the rocks.

Ranni waited at the foot of the cliff. But not as the Tarnished expected.

Enormous. Corrupted. Debased.

The witch was almost unrecognizable, save for her face and her telltale blue tint. Naked, for no clothes could fit her now. Towering, for her ascension demanded respect, and for that she had become a giantess, more than twice the Tarnished’s height. And so mindbendingly hung that at first sight, the Tarnished did not even recognize the veiny, twitching tree logs that splayed out before the witch as Ranni’s own. But they were, undeniably so, their throbbing and shifting mirrored in the lusty expression on her face. No less than twenty potent penises sat between her legs, each leaking their own pond of ballsludge into the sodden ground, and the bloated mountain of ball sacs behind her only churned the louder at the Tarnished’s approach.

“Tarnished. You’ve done so—mmh—well.”

Her greeting was accompanied by a shower of cum from half her cocks, raining down around the Tarnished, who dashed for cover immediately.

“Ah,” Ranni giggled, petting one of her monstrous serpents like a loyal pet, her eyes growing half-lidded with pleasure as her body-dwarfing penises grew by another inch or two. “Don’t be frightened, dear Tarnished. They don’t bite. And if they did… well, you want to keep feeding them, no?” She laughed, seeing the immortal warrior quiver behind the rocks.

“My brave champion. If you find no progress in the shadow of Stormveil, I will advise you, as promised. Go south, little bird. Make your mistress proud.” Her balls gurgled loudly behind her, visibly growing with anticipation.

“Or I will provide you with a challenge that you can never escape.”

She watched the Tarnished go, running as if all of the hells were at their heels, and licked her lips.

***

Another death. Another return to life. Another cock, fat and eager, between Ranni’s legs.

She moaned, surrendering to the pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered, caressing her new shaft as it grew, inch by inch, foot by foot. “Give me more!” Every throb was bliss, every surge of growth a higher climax; the veiny rod filled between her hands, pushing her fingers apart, as it grew larger than herself, larger than a pillar, a tree, finally taking its place at a length of several dozen feet among her jungle of burgeoning cockflesh.

And yet it wasn’t enough. Forty cocks to her name, forty heavy, churning pairs of balls bloating impatiently behind her, filling faster than even monumental her array of cocks could deal with. She needed more.

“Our pact is not enough,” the witch decided, petting one of her nearest shafts, which coiled and twisted obediently like a trained snake. Another impossible orgasm rippled through her, darkening the sky briefly with the shadow of her forty-fold cumshots before the landscape around her erupted and drowned under yet another layer of thick, molten futa jizz.

The Tarnished had ranged too far to converse with Ranni and agree to another deal. But, on the hand, Ranni had promised to help them… and how could she help if they were so far apart? The Tarnished might go anywhere at all, so the only sensible way for the witch to execute her side of the pact, clearly, would be for her to be… everywhere.

Her cocks twitched, shooting out to 50 feet long in one surge. “Yes,” she agreed, “this will do. This is sensible.” Behind her, the mound of ball sacks rose high enough to throw Ranni into shadow. Even in darkness, her grin lit up her face.

The over-cocked witch did not have to wait long. Far away, the Tarnished fell once more, blissfully ignorant of the calamity which was to come. Ranni felt it keenly.

“Yes…” she murmured, holding out her hands as the invisible strands of magic returned to her. She felt the burgeoning in her loins and smiled. This time, she did not let it out immediately. She let it build, brewing between her legs, until at last she could wait no more and spread her legs wide… and birthed a new army of cocks all at once, forty shafts strong.

This was more than even the depraved witch could handle all at once. She fell back upon herself, moaning, as her new crop of cockflesh grew to the size of her first set of forty, which then all joined in in growing even bigger than before. Doubling in size, doubling in number, her gratified cries filled the air between the creaking noises of her expansion and the incessant rumbling and churning of her now eighty pairs of balls, their sweaty scrotums heaping upon each other in a chaotic jumble.

“Yes, my champion, yes! Well done…” she let her head loll sideways, crooning in sexual bliss. “I’m coming for you…”

Her orgasm was as violent as it was expected. Even one of her towering 100 foot erections was well capable of laying waste to a castle on its own, and indeed, only the fact that Ranni had turned away from Stormveil saved the bastion from the wrath of her cocks. The rest of Limgrave was less fortunate, however, drowning in a sudden sea of ball sludge and cock musk. Ranni’s cocks never tired. Sure, they softened after their monumental eruptions, leaving a short break between the 5-minute long jizz barrages… but they never shrank an inch, staying as frighteningly huge as they were at full mast. And when her arousal returned, it did so with the full might of a new erection, easily doubling the size of her monstrous shafts again—and again, and again…

Ranni pleasured herself with all her might, grinding her hips around the base of her monstrous cocks as she rode the throbbing, groaning girths. She no longer cared that she would never touch the ground again, needing nothing but her wonderful body and its unceasing excess.

In the distance, the Tarnished heard her cries—and paused, distracted, for just long enough to take a false step and fall off the cliffs, plunging to the bottom. Another blessing for Ranni…

“Yes!” she cried, welcoming her newly growing endowments, penises as thick as castle towers and far, far taller bursting out—dozens at a time—between her legs. Something had broken inside her; the dam that kept her desired restrained, her every restraint shattered by overwhelming pleasure. Something had been bottled up inside Ranni all this time. Waiting. Wanting. And now it was free.

“More!” she demanded, her roars all but inaudible over the expansion of her monolithic dicks, their violent orgasms, and the ever-churning rumble of her balls. Her orgasm was constant, firing messily across an unprepared landscape—not quite ‘defenseless’, given the myriad fortifications and undead manning them, but nothing could stem the tide of cum and cockflesh, or even hope to slow it down. Reaching a hundred cocks had been such a long, pleasureable process that the sensual bliss had almost driven Ranni insane. Any stragglers clinging to the hope that the push to two hundred would shatter her will were sorely disappointed, however; in fact, her doubling of dicks happened with terrifying speed, and once that milestone was claimed, 300 and 400 came soon after.

Ranni was no longer a witch; she was a mass, a nexus of potency that flooded into the world through her loins. Her cocks moved forward like a nest of snakes, new shafts appearing seamlessly to lead the charge from the erotic chaos between her legs. Hundreds of feet of cock became thousands, expanding with no sense of restraint or reason. “Bigger! Bigger!” Ranni chanted, her voice thick with lust, thoroughly lost in a world of her own creation. Her fat, blue penises was all she could see, a legion marching forth from her lap in a never-ending stream.

“Yes! Please, champion, bring me more, more, more!”

***

The Tarnished quivered. It was the calm before the storm, the last breath before the last vestige of sanity passed from the world. One moment, the undying warrior stood up from their bonfire; the next, all hell broke loose.

A cockhead the size of a hill came into view, sundering the cliff with its weight. There was no time to run; it grew faster than a man could sprint, faster than a horse could ride; and there was no going around it, because many thousands followed, bringing a dark cloud of musk so pungent it almost rendered the Tarnished insensate.

It was the end of the world, and the beginning. An era not of the Erd Tree, but of Ranni, determined to rival that world-bearing tree with each and every one of her innumerable manhoods. Only one piece remained.

When the Tarnished leapt upon the top of one of Ranni’s cocks, the pace of her ascension quickened. Miles more flooded out between her legs, throbbing, thickening as if they meant to fill the air itself with their cum-soaked mass. The shadow of her mountainous balls fell over the world, their gurgling production rising to a fever pitch. And then…

Ranni trapped the Tarnished between two of her shafts and moaned. There. That’s what she needed. Her champion, close at hand. Never leaving, never escaping. She threw back her head and let out a piercing moan, feeling so good that she was half ascended already, her body a mere formality to the primal force of pure, erotic depravity that she was becoming. Squeezing the Tarnished, enveloping them in a prison of bulging flesh, her final, explosive blooming was at hand, sending millions of ever-fattening penises across the lands, conquering one and all in her name.

“Champion,” Ranni moaned, as the oceans grew white and frothy. “It is time. Come with me. Come… Cum!”

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I also captioned some of the images here with bits from the story. :>