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Crossbreed Priscilla x Male! Crossbreed! Reader (Lemon)

SEVERAL YEARS LATER...

A long time had passed since (Y/N) had arrived in the Painted world of Ariamis, and unfortunately in that time their once peaceful world had been filled with all sorts of horrors and monsters by the cruel Gods...

The Berenike Knights, men clad in heavy steel armour and carrying Tower Shields or massive weapons, their personalities now like those of rabid beasts, Bonewheel Skeletons that were sent to the lower reaches of the chapel, the Engorged Hollows, Undead that were swollen to the point of nearly bursting with toxic blood, the Phalanx a collection of Undead that looked very deformed, large Undead Rats that attacked the Hollwed Undead when they were hungry, but worst of all was the Undead Dragon that had decided to lay itself across the bridge leading to the tower spewing poison at any that tried to cross.

Even the Crow Demons that once guarded Priscilla had turned Hollow, and now acted like monsters instead of guards, however there were two people in this world that were still sane...

Priscilla had decided to remain within her tower, even when the Hollowed Undead had destroyed hers and her friends living quarters, however her companion had been too upset by this and decided to get rid of those Undead before returning to Priscilla.

Over the years Priscilla had grown into a beautiful young woman, her white fur had grown long and soft making her naturally warm in this world of snow and ice, the only parts of her body that were uncovered were her hands, feet and some of her face, her white hair had also grown long enough to reach her lower back, her womanly features such as her breasts and ass had also filled out nicely, she had also grown very tall, around thirteen feet tall due to her godly blood, as she grew she had learned how to use her Lifehunt Scythe to full effect and she even learned how to turn invisible and use snow and ice magic.

She was sat within her tower gazing out upon the frozen world of Ariamis, a small frown upon her face, her companion of many years (Y/N) the Crossbreed had left the tower a few days ago to parts unknown, she was worried about him, she was planning to confess her love to him but awoke to find he had left a note and left the tower.

(Y/N) too had grown rather well, his time battling the horrors that lurked in the Painted World when he went to explore the Painted World gave him impressive skills in combat, his most favoured weapon seemed to be something he called the Thorned Greatsword, something he had claimed from the deepest dungeons of the fortress and decided to wield from that day on, he also wore a suit of leather armour he had claimed from a Hollow that had been slain by the Crow Demons.

His body had become toned and well muscled, as well as the long scaled serpent's tail he had in place of human legs, he also had some other Serpentine features such as the whiskers that hung from his lip, the rows of teeth that lined the roof of his mouth, his eyes were (E/C) with slitted pupils and there were times his smile would grow as wide as the Primordial Serpents did, thankfully he still had lips to cover his teeth, his (H/C) hair had grown thick and healthy and he looked after himself well, although he did give into the Serpent instincts he inherited from his father to hunt and devour his prey whole.

"I hope he shall return soon, I wish to tell him of my feelings..." Priscilla said to herself as she twirled a strand of her long white hair in her fingers, she was actually very nervous about confessing to (Y/N), they had known one another for many years now and after she had saved him from the Hollowed Undead and the cold he had sworn to protect her from anything, she feared losing that special bond if he did not feel the same way as she did, yet she knew that if she did not express her feelings for him the pain in her heart would not relent.

She was thrown from her thoughts when she heard the sound of the revolting Undead Dragon outside roaring loudly, she walked to one of the many windows and saw the upper half of the rotting beast doing battle against an Undead Warrior, she couldn't see him well but he seemed to be winning!

She watched in amazement as the Undead Dragon finally fell dead and faded away into a pile of ashes, the Undead Warrior looked to the bridge to see the lower half of the Dragon laying across the bridge, he yelled in frustration before turning to find another way past the mountain of rotting flesh and bone.

"(Y/N)... where are you?" Priscilla said in a worried voice, she picked up her Lifehunt Scythe and stood near the plank that would allow escape from the Painted World, waiting to see what this Undead man wanted.

A few minutes later the sound of battle came to the Crossbreed girl's ears, the Hollowed Undead that had gathered outside were fighting with this new person, and it seemed that the Berenike Knight that was guarding the door had also joined the fight, but the sounds of battle quickly ceased leaving a very unsettling quiet hanging in the air, then suddenly a figure walked through the fog and into Priscilla's room.

It was a man, he was a lot smaller that Priscilla but carried a sword and shield so he was still a threat, Priscilla stood straight and faced the newcomer with her Lifehunt Scythe held ready in case he tried to attack her.

"Who art thou?" she asked calmly, the man didn't respond just stared at her dangerously.

"One of us, thou art not" she said as she saw that he was dressed very differently than those that lived in the painted world, and he seemed to have control of his senses so he obviously didn't belong.

"If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home" Priscilla said as she stepped aside and pointed towards the plank with the bladed end of her Scythe.

"If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not" Priscilla said firmly, clutching her Lifehunt Scythe tightly wishing the (Y/N) would return soon, she didn't really like taking a life and hoped that he would just leave, the Undead walked towards said plank but stopped when he caught sight of the fluffy white tail that Priscilla had, the Chosen Undead had collected the tails of many Drakes and created many powerful weapons from them, he had decided he would also take Priscilla's tail as well as her Soul.

"Thou must returneth whence thou came" Priscilla emplored, hoping she could make him leave peacefully.

"This land is peaceful, it's inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong" she said, the Chosen Undead scoffed at her mention of this land being peaceful, or the monsters that lived here being kind, he had slaughtered many of them to know they were the complete opposite!

"I beg of thee, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home" Priscilla said once more, hoping with all her heart he would listen to her plea, and leave her here with her beloved.

"Apologies fair maiden... but I will be taking your tail, and your life!" the Chosen Undead yelled as he lunged forward and swung his blade at Priscilla, she moved back avoiding the blow before taking a stern look on her face and readying her Lifehunt Scythe for battle.

"I expected as much from thee" Priscilla said sadly as she raised her arms up and called forth a blizzard to envelope her tall frame.

"Why dost thee hurry toward thine death?" she asked as she disappeared with her magic, the Chosen Undead stood still with his shield held ready when Priscilla suddenly appeared and slashed him with her Lifehunt Scythe, causing a large wound across his back, the Chosen Undead quickly spun around and slashed at Priscilla with his sword before she swung her Scythe again, the Chosen Undead blocked the attack with his shield before landing a stab in Priscilla's leg making her cry out in pain, she then blew a breath of ice magic at the Chosen Undead damaging him before she managed to land another slash with her Lifehunt Scythe.

The battle went on for a few minutes Priscilla had managed to damage the Chosen Undead with her Scythe and magic, however she too had sustained several injuries, her white fur stained red with her blood as she breathed heavily from the pain of her wounds.

She was knelt down to the ground leaning against her Lifehunt Scythe as she tried to catch her breath, blood oozing from the wounds on her legs, arms and stomach, the Chosen Undead had also suffered some serious wounds, however he pulled out his Estus Flask and drank the amber liquid healing his wounds and allowing him to stand back up, the Chosen Undead started taking menacing steps towards the frightened Crossbreed, she shivered at the look in his eyes reminding her of the hatred that the Gods gave to her ever since she was a child.

"(Y/N), please... help me!" she cried out in a scared voice, her voice echoing in the snowy air.

"Heh, looks like no one's coming to save you now, just lay down and die so I may take your tail and your soul" the Chosen Undead said cruelly as he stepped closer still, raising his sword to deliver another blow to the wounded Crossbreed, all Priscilla could do was close her eyes and wait to die...

However the blow didn't come and Priscilla opened her eyes to fine the Chosen Undead's arm was being held in the grip of another man's hand, she looked to see a well muscled chest and a long, winding Serpent's tail before the face of her rescuer came into view, a look of outrage and hatred plastered across his handsome features.

"How dare you hurt MY Priscilla!!" (Y/N) shouted before he bodily threw the Chosen Undead against one of the stone pillars making a loud crack sound out, as the Chosen Undead's armour cracked from the force of the blow and probably a few bones too.

"(Y/N)! Y-You saved me!" Priscilla called out in relief, a happy smile plastered to her pale lips.

"Of course I saved you Priscilla, I would never allow the woman I love to die" (Y/N) said with a voice like steel, his eyes glaring daggers at the Chosen Undead as he stumbled to his feet, (Y/N)'s breaths came out in threatening hisses as the hood around his neck extended creating a frightening display of colour, his snake-like pupils narrowed so much they were like a thread stretched across his eyes as his rage burned like a flame within his breast.

Priscilla's heartbeat picked up from his confession, her emerald green eyes focused soley on the other Crossbreed, his tail lashing the icy floor of the tower as he drew his Thorned Greatsword holding it with both hands.
"That kind of abomination art thou?!" The Chosen Undead yelled as he drank another draught of his Estus Flask, however when he looked at it he saw it was almost empty!

"I am the offspring of a God and the Primordial Serpent Kaathe! And for bringing harm to my lady I shall rend thine flesh from thy bones!!" (Y/N) yelled as he swung the Thorned Greatsword in a powerful arc, the Chosen Undead rolled away as the blade carved itself halfway through a stone pillar, (Y/N) tugged on the blade but it was stuck fast, the Chosen Undead ran at (Y/N) and attacked him relentlessly, trying to hack off his tail too.

(Y/N) yelled in pain before he whipped the Chosen Undead with his tail, sending him flying as he wrenched his Thorned Greatsword from the pillar in a spray of dust and chunks or rock, (Y/N) clashed blades with the Chosen Undead the Crossbreed using powerful swings of his blade to stagger and wound him, while the Chosen Undead tried his best to block the attacks with his shield he still took several very bad wounds, after a few minutes the two were watching each other carefully, the Chosen Undead was down to his last draught of Estus while (Y/N) had several wounds on his body.

Priscilla watched the fight with worry on her face, she saw the blood from her friend's wounds drip onto the icy floor as he fought the Chosen Undead, the two combatants attacked again with (Y/N)'s Thorned Greatsword clanging against the Chosen Undead's shield as the Undead's blade pierced his gut to the left of his naval.

"(Y/N)!!" Priscilla called out in shock and fear, the Serpent Crossbreed held in a yell of pain as the blade was stabbed deep into his gut, the Chosen Undead grinned in victory as he pulled his blade out from the boy's gut.

"Now you'll die!" the Chosen Undead yelled as he raised his blade to kill the boy, Priscilla grabbed her Lifehunt Scythe and blocked the blow with the shaft of the weapon.

"Thou shalt not touch him!" Priscilla declared angrily, however the Chosen Undead was suddenly grabbed by a thick, scaly tail around his waist, lifting the struggling man from the ground, Priscilla turned around to see it was (Y/N)'s tail and he held a deadly glare at the Chosen Undead as blood spurted from the wound in his stomach.

"Get. Out. Of. Our. HOME!!!" (Y/N) boomed angrily before with all of his might he threw the Chosen Undead out of the tower and over the plank, where he fell out of the Painted World...