Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

A Divine Puppet (Elden Ring)

Commission

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"Seluvis."

He's just getting ready for a session with Dolores, cock in hand, when the interruption comes. Normally, Preceptor Seluvis would be quite angry… but instead, all he feels is ice cold fear and no small amount of horror as he slowly turns to confirm with his eyes that which his ears are already telling him.

There, standing in the middle of his laboratory… is Lady Ranni. This would normally be of no consequence given that he was in service to the demigod, and therefore her visiting his tower laboratory was an infrequent but normal occurrence.

… However, they weren't in his tower laboratory. They were in his hidden, underground laboratory nearby, where all of Seluvis' work with his precious puppets had been concealed from his patron. Until now.

Ranni stands there with as blank an expression as ever, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the room, taking in… everything. Seluvis trembles. He knows full well that she could kill him with nary a thought. Lady Ranni was the daughter of Lord Radagon and Queen Rennala after all, a demigod… and an Empyrean.

He knew some of that through his service to Ranni, and some of it he'd come upon through other means, but what it all meant when brought together… was that Seluvis was absolutely screwed. After all, for her to be here now… she had to know what he'd been planning for her.

"L-Lady Ranni…"

He trails off then, not quite sure what to say to save his own hide. Here he was, caught by his patron with his cock literally in hand. He was dead. He was so very, very dead.

… Except why wasn't he dead? As the silence stretches ever onward and the seconds tick by, Seluvis blinks behind his mask, staring at the blank faced demigod as she stands there in the middle of his hidden laboratory. Was she waiting for him to beg? Or… was it something else?

See, Seluvis had a certain philosophy, one that had ultimately put him at odds with any who he had called friend, once upon a time. Seluvis believed… that women existed to be used by men. Perhaps that was a silly notion in a world where individuals such as Lady Ranni or Queen Marika existed, but he couldn't help himself.

No matter how strong the woman was, no matter how capable or powerful… Seluvis' first thought when laying eyes upon a particularly delicious female specimen was thinking about how good she would be as one of his dolls. It was his second and third thoughts too. It was all he could think about, in fact.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He had a sense of self-preservation. That's why he'd been moving so slowly with Lady Ranni. That's why he'd been so damn careful. Or at least, that's what he'd thought. But all of his caution had turned out meaningless in the end. Yet, as he gazes upon the diminutive demigod standing motionless in the middle of his laboratory, Seluvis finds himself wondering if perhaps his caution were meaningless… in another way.

Fuck it, he was either dead or he wasn't. Throwing all caution to the wind, the Preceptor takes a step forward, clasping his hands behind his back, straightening his spine, and squaring his shoulders. His cock is still out, rock hard and now pointed in her direction.

"Lady Ranni. It's unlike you to intrude on another's private space."

Tilting her head to the side, Ranni's glowing blue eye pokes out from beneath her wide-brimmed hat.

"Thou'rt unashamed of thy actions."

It's not a question, more of a statement, but Seluvis still answers it with a shrug.

"What cause does this Preceptor have to be ashamed, Lady Ranni? My personal research has nothing to do with my service to you."

Ranni's eye narrows.

"Thy intentions are known to me, Seluvis."

Confirmation. And yet… still he drew breath. Taking a bold step forward, Seluvis puts himself mere feet away from his diminutive patron. His cock twitches in excitement.

"I see. Yet I am not dead. I wonder why, Lady Ranni. Could it be… that you are curious?"

When she doesn't immediately answer him, Seluvis takes another step forward. Now he's towering over her. She could still kill him in an instant… but the Preceptor is beginning to realize she won't. Even as Ranni tilts her head back to gaze up at him, Seluvis lets out a shuddering breath as he finally… finally receives true vindication.

"You're just like the rest in the end. You yearn for it, just as my puppets all yearned for it."

Ranni's eye drifts down to his cock, still out in the open air, unrepentant and unwilling to stop twitching in her direction.

"… What does thou think I yearn for, exactly?"

Grinning beneath his mask, Seluvis chuckles.

"Submission. You yearn to submit. To surrender. To give yourself over… to me."

He could be wrong of course. This could all just be a prelude to killing him after all. But if Ranni thought to make him humiliate himself by begging for his life, she had another thing coming. And since she still wasn't killing him…

"Strip."

His tone, sharp as a whip and brooking no debate, cuts through the air and makes the short demigod before him twitch. Was that a flinch? Seluvis can't say for sure. All he knows is that he's in too far to back out now.

In the end though… his boldness is rewarded. Lady Ranni's four arms exit the folds of her dress and start with her hat and shawl, pulling them off and setting them on the ground to either side of her while at the same time she begins to undo the ties holding her dress together.

Less than a minute later, Seluvis stares at his patron in all her naked glory. She's more beautiful than he could have even imagined. The perfect mixture of flesh and doll, half-puppet in physicality even without one of his elixirs. She's perfect… and she's all his.

Taking another step forward, Seluvis grabs Ranni by her blue locks, yanking her head backwards and forcing her to look up at him. His other hand goes down to his cock, gripping and stroking it aggressively as he brings his dick ever closer.

"Kneel."

One of the most powerful women in the Lands Between, if not THE most powerful woman left in these trying times… drops to her knees before him with barely a whimper. Her single open eye, as well as the eye of her reflected face, look upon his cock at long last… and Seluvis can see the intrigue in her gaze.

"Thou'rt quite aroused, Preceptor."

Growling, Seluvis shakes his head.

"Not Preceptor. Not for you… You will call me Master. Master, Sir, or Master Seluvis. Or you will not speak at all."

There's a pause before his patron acquiesces to his demands.

"As thee commands, Master."

Seluvis has never felt more alive. All that's left… is to continue onward.

"Pleasure me with your mouth and hands."

Ranni looks upon his cock, hesitating for only a mere moment before she's doing as she's told. Her four hands come up as one and wrap all over his dick. One for the balls, two for the shaft, and a fourth for the tip. She fondles, strokes, and gropes his genitals with an intense focus that sends a shiver up Seluvis' spine. This lasts for a little while as she seems to get a feel for him, but eventually she continues onward, following the other half of his order.

The hand fondling his balls remains there, while the other three move down. The two on his shaft move instead to his thighs to anchor herself while the last moves from his tip to the base, holding him in place. Then, leaning forward, Ranni opens wide and lets her tongue loll out, licking at the head of his cock right there in the middle of his laboratory.

Seluvis lets out a groan, his gloved hands moving to the top of her head and carding through her blue locks as he shudders in pleasure.

"Yesss… that's it you little bitch. Service your Master. Exult in your submission."

He's used to his puppets doing everything he says, of course. They are bound to him and unable to disobey. They carry out his orders without question and with an efficiency and skill that cannot be matched.

In comparison, there's something to be said about Lady Ranni's slight hesitation and relative inexperience. It's obvious that at her heart, the Empyrean is a submissive little bitch in need of domination, just as Seluvis always believed. But she's by no means the perfect puppet. Not… yet anyways.

And yet, for all that she's not one of his puppets yet, there's something to be said about watching her tongue lap at his cock while her reflection does the same to the air, before ultimately Lady Ranni opens wide and takes him between her lips.

There's no gagging. Her body is half-doll after all, and she does not need of such things as food, water, or even air. Nevertheless, she takes him into the tight space of her mouth and all the way to the back, before beginning to bob up and down on his cock.

It… is… glorious. Funny, Seluvis had been growing so bored of Dolores. She was fun of course, a constant reminder of his victory over that idiot Gideon… but she was also getting a little tiresome and well-used. He'd thought about snatching up Gideon's adopted daughter next, that Nepheli girl who thought herself a warrior, in order to tide himself over until his plans for Lady Ranni could come to fruition.

And yet… here he was, jumping ahead so to speak. Lady Ranni was on her knees before him, sucking his cock and fondling his balls. What need did he have for any other new puppets in the face of such exquisite submission? Oh, he'll still probably make a play for Nepheli at some point… but in the meantime, Seluvis is going to enjoy his patrons to the fullest extent.

With a lustful growl, he decides he's done playing around. Yanking her off of his throbbing cock, the Preceptor lifts Ranni into the air by her hair. It's easy, truth be told… she's nearly weightless. Though of course, if she were to take umbrage with such treatment, he would be dead immediately.

Instead of dying however, Seluvis is able to manhandle Ranni into position, lifting her up with his hands cupping her ass and fitting his cockhead against the slit between her legs. The demigod moans as he does so, revealing her arousal. Seluvis grins beneath his mask, even as Ranni grapples him with all four arms and her legs to boot.

As she clings to him, he teases her entrance with his cock. Heh, when was the last time that he had a toy who wasn't yet a puppet but was so eager to submit? Alas, most women convinced themselves that they were worth more than a collection of holes, so it had been a long time. Too long, to be sure.

"Beg me, my lady. Beg for your Master's cock."

Shuddering from the continued teasing of her cunt, Ranni lets out another moan.

"Please, Master… thine phallus presses in… use mine body. Fill this vessel. I beseech thee, teach this lowly doll her place."

Well fuck, when she put it that way… with a growl, Seluvis thrusts forward, spearing inside of Lady Ranni's most intimate place. She had nothing in the way of a womb, of course. She could no more get pregnant than he could. And yet, her inner walls tightly wrap around him in such a pleasurable manner as to cause Seluvis to throw his head back and groan in ecstasy.

From there, he doesn't let up. Gripping Ranni's lightweight, diminutive form with both hands around her waist, Seluvis begins to slam her down onto his cock. He can't do this sort of thing with any of his puppets. They all weight too much for it. But Ranni… Ranni is perfectly sized for such a rough act.

Again and again he thrusts into her while pulling her down her length. In response, the demigod's moans fill the air. Truly, she's finally found her purpose. She's right where she belongs. The thought excites Seluvis even more if he's being honest. He growls in pleasure.

"Tch… I can't believe I ever feared you, woman. I can't believe how hard I tried to hide my true self from you. And all this time, these were your true colors. This was what you really wanted, deep down inside."

"T-Thine words… are c-correct! This lowly doll… has longed to s-submit."

Chuckling, Seluvis picks up the pace, getting closer and closer to his release.

"And submit you shall. My very own pet demigod. My Empyrean Slave."

Who else could be said to have such a rare toy? Who else could claim they'd not only bedded a demigod, but made her call them Master?! Nobody! With this, Seluvis ascended! With this, he became more than he'd ever been before!

One last thrust followed by a heartfelt groan, and the Preceptor empties his balls into his new fuck toy. He fills Ranni up with his seed, shuddering all the while. It is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the largest load that he's ever deposited. Frankly, he feels reinvigorated in a way he has never felt before. Like he's shed decades of age and is young again.

When he's finally finished plastering the demigod's insides with his seed, Seluvis pulls Ranni off of his cock and sets her down on her feet. Without missing a beat, she drops to her knees again and begins to clean his member with her mouth. This time however, she also brings her perky blue bust into play, using it to wipe the mess from his shaft.

As she does so, Ranni looks up at him, her one visible eye glittering knowingly.

"Even now… thou intends to make a puppet of this lowly doll."

Seluvis freezes for a moment, tensing up and sharply inhaling. But then… he narrows his eyes. There was no use in denying it.

"Yes."

Far from looking upset, Ranni actually smiles, the expression mirrored by her reflected features as she continues to work over his cock with her body, sucking what she can clean while rubbing the rest of his ejaculation into her chest and the palms of her hands. Even as his seed leaks from between her legs down below, she seems intent on taking everything she can get.

Finally, the Empyrean speaks up, her tone soft and apologetic.

"Thine plan would have failed, Master."

Seluvis stiffens at that blunt appraisal. But Ranni doesn't stop there.

"I shall help thee, mine Master. This lowly doll will be thy perfect puppet… no matter what."

Well then. The grin under his mask makes a return at those words. How very exciting~