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Spinning Gold

Part 11

Morgott/female tarnished oc

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, penetrative sex, oral sex, fingering, talk of pregnancy, medical talk, past trauma, mentions of violence against children, infant death(implied), angst

Summary: In the time after the GodLord awoken from her death-like sleep the couple find comfort in each other. In the months following they find out surprising news and relive some past memories

Feedback appreciated, 18+. This gets a little heavy. My rut dabble takes place in the middle, only mentions but will give a link to that Here.

A bit from my Gilded Horns dabble is here too, it’s caught up in the main story

The flat of her tongue ran along the underside of his cock, golden eyes batting at him through her lashes.

His moan devolved into a chuckle, reaching down to take her chin and tilt her face upwards. “Insatiable little creature.” He murmured, tail lazily twitching behind him.

Her hands came up to teasingly trace one of the prominent veins along his shaft, quipping, “And yet my Lord’s cock is always hard when I proposition him.”

“Tis customary to stand at attention before thy Queen.” Morgott gave a wry smile.

His jesting caught her off guard, movements stopping. They both looked at each other for a brief moment before bursting into laughter.

It was rare to catch Morgott in such a mirthful mood, especially after things got more heated, and the Lady Tarnished cherished it to bits. Recent events still weighed heavily on her mind, she was quite thankful for the levity.

Morgott reached down, scooping up his little tarnished and bringing her into his lap. She placed her hands on his chest, raising a bit to catch his lips in a kiss. He accepted warmly, large fingers running through her golden hair.

Breaking the kiss just enough to whisper, “I didst miss thee.”

“I’m here.” She whispered back, tracing over his cheekbone. They kissed again, this time much more passionately, the tarnished speaking onto his lips the words again, “I’m here.”

He made a rumble, hands sliding down her sides until they found her ass, squeezing and earning a little gasp from her. They kissed fervently, each wanted to lose themselves in the other’s touch.

Groaning into each other’s mouths, sounds intermingling with the wet squish of their sexes. One of his hands was still snugly around a cheek of her ass, guiding her to bounce on his lap; each sink of her hips working more inches into her needy hole, causing slick to run down his length, cock pulsing.

A shiver ran through her body, the tarnished having to break the kiss to pant out breathily. Her blunt fingernails bit at the skin of his chest.

Morgott’s hold on her tightened a bit, worriedly. “Easy…” he whispered, mindful of how she was attempting to hasten the meeting of their hips, “Thou art still healing.”

“I’m fine!” She proclaimed just a bit too loudly, swallowing and reiterating at a much more palatable tone, “I’m alright…”

“Mhm.” He didn’t sound convinced, keeping a steady hold on her. Forcing her to wait and give herself ample time to adjust. He ran his free hand up and down her back soothingly; on the last dip he snaked around to her front, fingers going to the place they were connected.

The tarnished sucked in a sharp breath, head dipping to watch as he traced her opening. Gathering slick he began to rub soft circles on the small bundle of nerves, feeling her walls flutter around his cock in response.

He continued his efforts, feeling her insides give for more passage, her mewling spurring him on.

“We have all night.” He purred, easing her lower.

She tried to nod, a bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine as another inch sunk in.

With every sink of her hips her breasts bounced, it all making a very beautiful display. The carved ivory necklace bobbled atop her chest with their movements, the tarnished not taking it off even for a moment since she’d awoken. She’d loved his anniversary gift just as much, if not more, than he thought she would; keeping a small piece of him over her heart.

Morgott tilted his head back, losing himself to the pleasure, feeling his knot swelling.

He missed her, truly and wholly. As her walls clamped down on him and their bodies were locked together carnally, that sweetness of their recent reunion flowed back into his heart.

Her womb was flooded, both panting heavily as their movements slowed. Holding her close, Morgott lay back along the large bed, heartbeat hammering around his rib cage.

She felt like home…or the closest he’d ever come to such a feeling.

The way she looked at him, eyes blown out and face messily flushed, made him long deeper still for these little moments. Nights carved entirely for them, and only them.

A dance he would only share with her.

His dear beloved.

Months passed…

Morgott experienced his first rut as a married man. It was a much more primal experience than he had planned but the Lady Tarnished seemed to greatly enjoy herself.

Besides some lingering marks from teeth and a few almost faded bruising about her thighs, the rut seeped into pleasant memory. Work flowed back into normal and life ticked on.

Unchanged.

Or so the couple thought.

It all started slowly; small, gradual changes even the most sharp of eyes would not catch. Until an afternoon, chill with the coming of autumn.

“The Lady instructed me to postpone her meeting with the new landholders at our western border,” A steward informed.

“Hm?” Morgott looked up from his work, “Wherefore didst the Lady postpone?”

“She’s unwell.” The steward frowned, “Hasn’t left her chambers…”

He put away his quill, turning more towards the other, concern flashing in his good eye.

“What does his Lordship wish me to tell the waiting officials?”

It was odd for the tarnished to get sick, even more odd for her to cancel engagements. Morgott wanted to also postpone the meeting, but knowing it was time sensitive, he begrudgingly told the steward he would attend in the Lady’s place.

It took the better half of the afternoon before negotiations were settled, Morgott’s mind clouded with worry.

As soon as he was free he made his way swiftly to her quarters. Just as he approached the royal physician stepped out of her door. The man closed it carefully behind himself before turning.

“Will she be well?” Morgott asked, tone shadowed with worry.

“Oh yes, she’ll be fine.” The physician nodded with certainty, pulling off his gloves as he spoke, “She should be right as rain in about nine months.”

“Nine months?” Morgott echoed, brow furrowing, a long-standing illness didn’t seem as if it should be of such little concern to him.

“Give or take.” The man rinsed his hands in a small basin of water along the hall wall. He turned to see Morgott’s confusion and chuckled.

“She’s pregnant.” The physician smiled.

Time stopped for a heavy moment, up the words almost bouncing off his skull.

“I’ll be sure to check in on her often, the pregnancy may come with certain complications.” The man explained.

“C-complications?” Morgott tried to hold onto any scrap of information his mind would allow.

“Given your…affliction.” The word struck him.

Affliction? Affliction??

His curse, his blood…staining his beloved.

He didn’t hear the physician’s next words, his heartbeat heavy in his ears.

Oh by the Erdtree what if the baby was cursed as well?

Dark memories of the sewers flashed across his mind. The smell of rot and death. The wetness that sank into his very bones.

No, that wouldn’t happen again. But even the chance...

He felt his stomach clench, swallowing thickly as he blinked down at the man before him.

“Let her rest.” The physician instructed, “And make sure she drinks plenty of fluids.” With that the man nodded and left, leaving Morgott looking at the closed door.

Oh how it felt like a boss wall to him now. He was deeply torn between wanting to rush in and scoop up his little tarnished and fearing facing her all together.

Yes, she had always regarded him as an equal. Given him love and acceptance in bounds, more than he honestly thought he deserved. But this was different…

What if his curse hurt her, or the child? What if his blood twisted up the poor little life?

Would she ever forgive him?

His chest clenched, hand trembling as it reached for the knob.

The room was quiet, the tarnished sitting beneath the covers on her bed. She looked pale, a bucket by her bedside table.

He saw the concern flash across her face before ripping away her gaze from him. His heart sank.

Morgott knelt down by the bedside, still much taller than her. The tarnished didn’t meet his gaze, worrying her hands a bit in her lap.

“How art thou feeling?” He ventured, voice gentle.

“I’m alright.” She mumbled, quietness betraying her.

Morgott reached out, caressing her cheek, “…Beloved mine.”

She melted into his touch, emotions cracking. She took a shaking breath, bright eyes glassy. “I’m sorry.” She blurted out, big tears spilling from her eyes.

Morgott frowned, mouth a thin line. All his earlier fears and misgivings crashing down on him in a fresh wave. He felt his chest knot up, deepening the contact with her. “Wherefore, apologies?” He murmured the words.

“I don’t want you to be angry with me.” She hiccuped, “I didn’t think this would happen so soon.”

She thought he would be angry with her?

“Doest the idea upset thee?” He asked, “Being with child?”

The tarnished wiped her eyes, trying to steady her breath as she answered, “No…it’s just a shock. I thought you would be cross…or disappointed…”

The tension caused a nervous chuckle to bubble up his throat, “Never.” He swallowed again, mouth feeling as if full of glass, “Tis I who should apologize.”

He saw fresh tears well up, thrusting to spill. “I fear mine blood may continue to stain the Golden Lineage…” voice almost inaudible, guilt heavy. His words made her cry harder, unable to argue with him in her current state.

Morgott didn’t speak anymore, instead moving to lay beside her. The tarnished immediately cuddled into him, tears wetting his fur. He held her close, her emotions running their course.

Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep, Morgott leaving her to rest. As he made his way down the halls his mind was a storm.

His feet took him to a narrow staircase, one that he had to squeeze through given his larger frame. The smell of dust filled his nose, this area left undisturbed for quite some time.

Morgott had few little possessions from his time before becoming King of Leyndell, trinkets or tools for survival that held sentimental meaning now. Items that brought terrible memories bubbling up, but he couldn’t bring himself to dispose of. So he holed them all away here, in an old forgotten storage tower of the castle, almost too small for him to access.

He pushed away some items to reveal an old wooden chest, lifting the magical seal over it. The wood creaked in protest as he forced the lid open, old hinges groaning. He fanned away the cloud of dust, coughing as it coated his tongue.

Blinded a bit, he dug through old cloth and papers searching.

His hand made contact with something, rough and pointed under his fingertips. He pulled the item free, throat tightening: the Regal Omen Bairn…

He looked over the small carved fetish, swaddled in stained rags, frozen for many heartbeats. His hand smoothed over the small carved face, chest feeling tight.

Memories shot through his skull like a steel bolt:

The grate being opened far above. The light shining down into the murk like a golden pillar. Suddenly the light was obstructed as a bundle was dropped through the hole; the dark shape a heavy contrast to the beam of magnificence.

The sound of a newborn's crying filled the shunning grounds, shrill and searching. It was branded onto Morgott’s young mind. Yet the sound was fleeting, perhaps only a heartbeat in reality, hearing the screaming as that bundle fell into the gloom seemed like a lifetime.

And a lifetime it was. The crying stopped abruptly, replaced with a wet crunch as the bundle found the sewer floor. Morgott clutched his stomach, bile staining the back of his throat.

The scrape of the grate echoed around, the shunning grounds cast into darkness once more as it was sealed away.

The crying never returned…

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