Elden Ring: Melina A XXX Parody

Fuck. You're maidenless, aren't you? Built different on most nights, sure, but right now you're kneeling half-dazed in the mist while Melina eyes you like a bad-luck penny she might spend anyway. Without her you're broken steel on the road, another hollow with dead grace staining your boots. With her, Torrent shows up stamping, and your runes fold into something solid between your fingers. Simple trade: she points the path, you stay full-rank. She's offering more than maps tonight. She's wet under that half-mask and wants you to prove it; peel back the cloak, slide two fingers deep and make her lose her spells when the pleasure spikes. One tiny reasonable request from an aging god-maid ain't much to ask. VR fired up, go 8-K in on that. Smell the leather mix of saddle-sweat and Melina-heat as you work her clit slow, then fast, until her breath breaks and those ether-wrought legs lock wide. Elder dragon bones shimmer under soft lightning every time her pussy clenches; less revenant horror, more throb and soak past midnight. Be polite, unlock the backseat position, swear a light blasphemy fucking her frantic. Call her Melina, spell each rune-syllable across her tongue while you bury cock. VRCosplayX didn't skimp; every squeeze on heat edges sharper here than the precipice, every messed moan reinvested income you and not some software sampler. You ready to piss skyward?