Ch131: Spending Another Night with Rina ♥♥
Sex Toy, Onahole / Cocksleeve, Handjob (sorta), Pronebone (also sorta).
Krvavy takes a long and deep breath, palms pressed flat against a certain polished countertop as she leans further forward, ever closer to her reflection. “Hhhhhha...” She slowly exhales, the air hissing past her teeth as she softly bites into her bottom lip.
The barbarian’s heart beats in time with the rap tap tap of her fingers drumming against that solid slab of granite. Her gaze drops down towards the ebony handled brush resting by her thumb. She already straightened out her hair, and then fluffed it up again to make it all look more like it normally does, but maybe...?
“Oh, Krvavy~...!” A beautiful, singsong voice dances through the crack in the bathroom door, drifting in alongside the scent of incense and lavender. “I hope you are all freshened up and ready for me~...! Because I am ready for you~...!”
The crystalline lights are flicked off and, before Krvavy even realizes it, she has crossed into the Countess’ bedchamber. Her eager eyes sweep across the dim candlelit room, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she stares towards the large, four-poster bed standing just ahead. “You sure do like hiding behind those curtains, don’t you~?”
“Why, of course~!” Rina returns with a laugh, the outline of her hand raising and disappearing in front of her chest, no doubt finding its place above her heart. “Are you saying that you do not like the mystery they provide~?” She playfully asks, reaching a finger out and trailing it down the silken drapes separating her from this Drakling. “Naught but a thin sheet stands between us~. Naught but a thin sheet maintains my modesty, saving me from your lecherous gaze~. Is such a thought not delightfully scandalous~?”
A shiver runs down the Drakling’s spine, her clawed toes curling into the plush carpet beneath her inhuman feet. Her hard cock throbs with need, that oversized shaft standing tall and proud as it juts out from her body, swaying side to side as she steps forwards and –
“Oh, no no no~!” The Countess’ leg suddenly slips through the curtains, her vibrant pink skin covered the soft black fabric of her lace stockings. “You dare to approach me without permission~?” Those words are light and playful, underlined with a teasing warmth and punctuated by her delicate foot pressing into Krvavy’s abs. “I am almost of the mind to punish you~! But... Perhaps you can earn my favour elsewise~? Do you see the golden band around my ankle~?” Her heel gently grinds into the barbarian’s buff belly, wiggling that rather large and very conspicuous piece of jewellery around. “Would you be oh so kind as to take it off for me~?”
Krvavy’s breath catches in her throat as she finds herself unable to do much more than nod. Her scaled fingers cup the Countess’ calf. This half-Elf seems so... dainty and delicate~. Her touch slowly trails along that elegant leg, savouring the subtle heat emanating from beneath the stocking it is sheathed in, before bumping into the golden bangle.
It is an... odd piece of jewellery. Far thicker and more solid than the Drakling expected. Not to mention that it is hardly decorated at all. Just four plain white gems have been set into it, placed an equal distance from each other.
The barbarian’s fingers have scarcely hooked onto that golden band before Rina’s foot slips free from it, her leg quickly getting pulled back beyond the veil. “I am sure you are wondering just what that is, not least of all because it does not match my usual style~. But the answer to that must wait just a moment more~.” A hand pushes through the curtains next, giving Krvavy a playful wave before turning to face its palm upwards, elegant fingers beckoning the barbarian in. “If you would be so kind as to give it back to me~?”
Curious as to where the Countess is going with this, Krvavy places the thick golden anklet in the waiting hand. It, along with that arm, quickly disappear from sight, hidden behind those silken drapes. As expected.
“Now, my dear Draconic paramour~...” The alluring silhouette of this even more alluring noblewoman slides backwards, leaving ample space between her and the barbarian. “Would you care to join me on this bed of mine~? It feels oh so empty with just my lonesome on it~.”
That is not an offer that the Drakling would ever dream to turn down. Brimming with eager anticipation, she steps forward and brushes aside the curtains. A lewd grin fills her faintly flushed face as she sees her prize sitting just barely an arms reach away. Her emerald eyes hungrily take in the sight of that sultry and seductive Moon Elf, trailing across Rina’s irresistibly beautiful – and almost entirely bare – body. Nothing but a pair of silken sleeved gloves and their matching stockings dare to cover her vibrant, pink skin.
Rina’s lewd smile widens as she watches Krvavy (clumsily) crawl onto her bed, those long and pointed ears of hers wiggling with amusement. She seems to have ditched almost all of her jewellery, keeping only that nebulous purple gemstone resting on her forehead. “Come, come~! Make yourself comfortable, sit over here~!” She passionately coos, patting a spot on the bed beside her with one hand while loosely holding the golden band in the other.
Krvavy can hardly keep her hands off of the pink-skinned woman as she prowls towards this Countess, her eyes hardly leaving those perfectly perky breasts. Her meaty tail curls around to her side as she sits in the designated spot, colossal cock jutting into the air as she leans back against the headboard.
“Now, are you ready to see just what this thing is~?” Rina teasingly asks, not waiting for an answer as she slowly brings the golden band up to her mouth. “Mwwmh~...” She softly hums, planting a gentle yet still exaggerated kiss onto one of its white gems, her painted lips leaving a faint black mark upon its polished surface.
The Moon Elf’s eyes twinkle with mischievous delight as she holds the odd piece of jewellery in front of her, one hand on either side.
For a second, it seems as if nothing will happen. But that notion is quickly dispelled. A flash of bright light abruptly bursts from the four gems, quickly softening down to a pleasant glow. The inside of the band burns a silver colour, energy flowing from the metal upwards and downwards, coalescing into a soft cylindrical shape.
“Can you now guess what this is~?”
“A toy.” Those words leave Krvavy’s lips before she even realizes it, her eyes locked onto what is undeniably a magical cocksleeve held in Rina’s hands.
“Yes it is~! One which I bought just to use on you~!” One of her hands slides off of the golden band, grabbing onto the softly glowing cylinder and giving the white jelly-like substance a squeeze. “Such a remarkable thing, this is~. Equal parts mana construct and pseudoslime~. A brilliant work of magic and skill, made purely for pleasure, made purely to mimic a pussy~! Would you like to try it~?”
Krvavy’s long tongue trips over itself as she tries to answer. Her cheeks burn a bit brighter as she simply makes a mumbly sound instead of anything that could be considered speech. The impatient throbbing of her Draconic dick, that swollen and almost painfully hard shaft pulsing in time with her heart, pushes aside that bit of embarrassment. She eagerly nods her head.
“Hahaha~!” Wonderfully warm laughter rings through the air, each musical note dripping with playful affection. “Your reactions remain simply adorable~! Now~... Let yourself relax, oh mighty warrior~...! Let me provide to you some pleasure~! We may not be able to have true sex, wherein your penis penetrates my pussy, but I do own this false vagina~! So, please, think of it as an extension of me~!”
A pleasant heat emanates from the glowing construct as it presses against the tip of Krvavy’s cock. It feels... soft and pliable. But also firm and solid. The gently glowing white light gradually engulfs the Drakling’s dick as Rina slowly pushes it further and further down. It is tight. Snug. Yet that hole has no issue with her size. It stretches around her considerable girth, around her flared tip and ridges.
“Hhhn~...!” A band of pressure constricts around her cockhead. The magical pseudoslime can only be compressed by so much. And the big, golden ring doesn’t yield at all, squeezing tight as it slides down her shaft.
“This is quite the toy, is it not~?” The Countess all but moans those words, her amethyst eyes twinkling as she seductively leans in towards Krvavy. “It was very expensive, especially since I bought it to use just on you~! That is right, my dear Draconic paramour~! This is your own personal pseudo-pussy~! But do not think that this is a gift~! No, no, no~! This is mine~! I am keeping it~!”
The spongy base of this glowing cocksleeve softly squishes into Krvavy’s pale skin, that malleable toy having engulfed the entirety of her considerable cock, from base to tip. But only just barely. All that is keeping her cockhead within this lewd pseudo-pussy is a thin membrane at its other end.
Rina’s painted lips press into the Drakling’s lower left horn, leaving a meandering trail of glistening marks in her wake. Bit by bit, kiss by kiss, she makes her way up to an almost Elvish ear, pointed but just a bit too short.
“Oh, my Draconic paramour, you are a woman so spoiled with choice when it comes to sex, are you not~...?” Those flirtatious words whisper through the air, hardly having to cross even a hairsbreadth as a kiss glances across Krvavy’s flushed skin. “You have a lithe and athletic Elf, flexible and beautiful~...! You have a busty and thick Dwarf, breasts beyond belief~...! You have a strong and aggressive Orc, energetic and needy~...! You have a soft and sensual human, loving and vocal~...!”
Delicate fingers trail across the Drakling’s shoulders, slipping between that buff body and the padded headrest of her huge bed.
“So, Krvavy, where do I fit in~...?” A pair of perfect, pink-skinned tits hug the barbarian’s bicep. The glowing cocksleeve snugly sheathing her shaft is subtly twisted, slowly turned side to side. “I, a woman whom you cannot have actual sex with~...? Aha~, see, that is where this toy comes in~...!” Her palm presses flat between some shoulder blades, following a scale covered spine down to the base of a rather meaty tail. “I must have something to compete with your women~...! Something beyond the novelty of my station~...! Something that will keep a lustful lover like youself coming back for more and more and more~...!”
Soft, quiet gasps are drawn through Krvavy’s parted lips as that magical construct begins to bounce up and down, its warm false-flesh rubbing along her rigid, ridge lined length.
“Oh, but this is not enough, now is it~?” Rina playfully coos, pulling back just enough to rest her cheek against the side of Krvavy’s shoulder, gazing down at that Draconic dick. “Now, now, do not feel ashamed to admit that you need more~. The construct feels good, I know, but it isn’t anything special~. It is simply a constant and roughly equal pressure, what one may expect from penetrating a block of jelly~. Nothing compared to a true pussy, as I am sure you know well~.”
The tip of Krvavy’s tongue is caught between her sharp teeth. Each hot breath she takes comes out as a gasped hiss. Silken sheets are scrunched up in one of her impatient hands, while the other... the other is lucky enough to knead and massage the soft flesh of a certain, and so very supple, pink-skinned thigh.
“This very expensive toy must seem quite bland to a lover as experienced as you~. And there is a good reason for that~.” Amethyst eyes, brilliant and more beautiful than any gem, peer up into their emerald counterparts. “You see, I am not using any of its special features~! Would you like to go through them with me~? To see if it was worth the gold I spent~?”
Krvavy shudders as those enticing words echo through her lust-addled mind, quickly drawing an answer from her parted lips. “Y...yes~!”
“Good~! Good~!” The Countess coos, planting a kiss upon the Drakling’s cheek. “The first feature is the ability to change the shape of its interior, to change its texture~! And this can be done to my hearts content, to my any desire, to whatever I may imagine~! With just a thought~!”
That tight tunnel shifts in the span of a single second, a change that Krvavy can feel just as well as she can see it through the glow of this semi-transparent.
The part around her base becomes ridged, not unlike her rod, with circular rings surrounding her shaft. Above that appear various zigzagging patterns, some thin and some thick, some taller and some shorter. Then there is a section of bumpy nubs, like dozens of little clits or... or a lewd sea anemone. And finally, near the very tip of her towering shaft, is a combination of those three separate sections.
“I do wonder which feels best to you~? I am tempted to keep experimenting, to find what textures set you off the most~!” Rina nearly giggles as she sees how each small movement now sends sharper spikes of pleasure through the barbarian’s body. “Oh, but that would simply not be fair~! We do have other features to explore, after all~! Next is one which may seem simple, yet it will be necessary if we wish to do more with this toy~! Can you guess what it may be~?”
A sudden feeling of slickness surrounds the Drakling’s dick as each slow movement Rina makes with the magical cocksleeve draws out wet squelching sounds. A slimy liquid seeps out from around Krvavy’s girth, the clear fluid dripping down her sack and onto the bed beneath. “Lube...!” She gasps, her heart hammering away in anticipation of what is to come.
“Yes~! It is a flavourless and incredibly effective lube~! Not the most useful at the moment, but I am sure you can imagine what we may soon do with this toy~!” The Countess cranes her neck and plants another kiss on Krvavy’s cheek, that simple action drawing out a moan of its own. “We still need to work our way up to that though, so are you ready to test the next feature~? This one I believe you will quite enjoy~! See, this little toy can vibrate all on its own~!”
The glowing white construct abruptly begins to buzz, the textured false-flesh shivering and trembling against her shaft. Pleasure shoots through the barbarian’s body as her entire length is engulfed in euphoric bliss, the magical lube ensuring that each small and quick movement only feeds into her arousal.
“Next is an extension of that, wherein I can make it twist and constrict with no effort at all~!”
Krvavy’s mind nearly goes blank as the magical cocksleeve begins to undulate and pulse, all while Rina continues to slowly pump it up and down. The textured interior grinds against her girth, moving in inhuman and heavenly ways. Seemingly at random it shifts between twisting back and forth, between squeezing firmly and softly, between creating bumps that caress independently and in harmony.
The Drakling’s fingers dig into the Countess’ squishy thigh. Her meaty tail twitches, curling around the waist of this beautiful woman by her side as a hand continues to rub at its base.
“Oh~! My oh my~! It looks like you are ready for one of the final features I wanted to show you~!” Those teasing words dance through the air as Rina recognizes the tense trembles for what they are. Her amethyst eyes closely watch as that colossal cock throbs quite angrily. “Now, there is no need to hold yourself back~! I know that you are good for much more than just one round~!”
That lewd encouragement is the last straw for Krvavy, weakening her already wavering willpower and pushing her over the edge. Her hefty sack clenches up against her body as her shaft shudders within its heavenly sheath, the various sensations and shifting motions not halting in the slightest as ecstatic pleasure burns into her mind.
Krvavy’s eyes snap shut as she feels the first spurt of cum shoot from her shaft, filling the glowing white construct with her thick and creamy seed. Euphoric bolts arc through her body as she erupts, rope after rope after rope rushing through her rod. Waves of ecstasy crash over her very being, her chest heaving with each gasping breath.
“My oh my~! Such an impressive amount~!”
Rina’s appreciative murmurs draw the barbarian out of her bliss. Krvavy’s eyes flutter open.
At the end of the magical cocksleeve stands a thick balloon absolutely full of cum, her sticky seed stretching out the softly glowing membrane. Seeing her entire load confined to a near spherical shape like that is a shock to Krvavy. It really shows just how much she cums. And this is on a lower setting, far from the max volume she is capable of... That ballooned tip looks large enough to almost spill from her hand, no doubt needing her fingers to hold it in place.
“Such a virile breeding stud you are~!” The Countess’ lewd praise sends a shiver through the barbarian’s body. “This single load could knock up a dozen women~! And to think this is just one of many orgasms you are capable of in a single night~! My, Drakling’s are a very voracious race~! Or, perhaps, are you just an extraordinary specimen~?”
Delicate pink hands slowly trail up the glowing white pseudo-pussy, feeling at its soft and squishy false-flesh. The elegant fingers of this half Moon Elf woman gently press down just above the tip of Krvavy’s cock, slowly constricting the magical construct until the mass of cum is completely confined... and then separated with the faintest of pops, the seed stuffed orb falling down to the bed.
“Tada~!” Rina playfully sings, her hands grabbing onto that cum balloon. “This will remain solid for approximately sixteen hours, if the list of this toy’s features was correct~! Plenty of time to dispose of it, so no need to bother with that now~!”
With a lovely laugh, the Countess carelessly tosses that gooey orb aside, letting it bounce further down her bed.
“Now, my dear Draconic paramour, I will give you a decision on how we may continue this night~.” A slightly more serious tone enters the pink-skinned woman’s voice, though her teasing smile undermines that act. “Your first option is that we continue as we are now~. I will use this toy to milk as much seed from you as I can, and we will see just how many of those orbs we can make~. And do not worry, for I will not be neglected: I will first retrieve a toy of my own, which I will simultaneously use to pleasure myself~!”
Silence hangs in the air for hardly more than a second as that so very tempting option sinks into the barbarian’s mildly lust-addled brain.
“Or~!” Rina continues, her amethyst eyes gazing straight into Krvavy’s emerald pair. “You can take a gamble~! Together, we can test out the final feature of this fine toy~! Whatever it may entail will remain a mystery unless you make this choice, for I am not going to spoil the surprise~! But you will love it, I am sure~! So, Krvavy, which do you choose~! Option one, or option two~? Guaranteed pleasure, or a gamble for something which may be better~?”
The barbarian bites her bottom lip, using a bit more force than intended. She really wants to continue getting jerked off with this magical cock sleeve. She really wants to show the Countess just how much cum she can produce, her degenerate pride all but demands that. But she also really wants to see what that final feature may be. Her curiosity demands to know what it is. And she just knows that it won’t disappoint, as all the other features felt so good as well.
“Option two~.” Krvavy quietly breathes out, having made up her mind.
The Moon Elf’s lewd smile widens as her hands return to the magical cocksleeve. “Good choice~! We will have fun with this, for sure~! Now, if you would so kindly close your eyes~?”
Krvavy slowly nods her head as her lids droop down. She resists the urge to peek, even as she feels the magical construct slowly slide off of her length, exposing her slick cock to the comparatively cool air. Her eyes remain shut even as she hears the bed squeak as Rina moves around her, crawling somewhere to the side.
“Oh Krvavy~! You may now look again~!”
Before the barbarian’s conscious mind can even understand those words, her body is already moving, eyes opening in an instant and taking in an amazingly alluring sight.
Just in front of Krvavy rests the Countess, her perfect pink rear on full display as she lays prone, hourglass figure facing away. A glimmer of joy and amusement fills that half-Elf’s amethyst gaze as she glances back over her graceful shoulder, a lewd smile playing at her lips.
“Like what you see~?” Rina teasingly asks, knowing full well the answer. She can see it plain on Krvavy’s face. “I am sure you can guess what this feature may be, and if not now than you will in a few moments~! So please, come and straddle my legs~! Use this toy to your hearts content~!”
Just barely sticking out past the Moon Elf’s juicy pink thighs is the glowing white end of the magical cocksleeve.
Krvavy can’t help but lick her lips as she crawls atop Rina, ready to essentially have sex with the beautiful half-Elf. The barbarian may not be able to use the Countess’ actual pussy, but as she said earlier... this pseudo-pussy is just an extension of herself.
The Drakling’s eager dick presses into that pseudo-pussy’s sopping wet entrance, but she pauses before she thrusts into its depths. She sees something glittering so close to this toy, nearly hidden in the valley of the Moon Elf’s juicy pink rear. Her hands grab onto Rina’s perfect ass, fingers and thumbs digging into that squishy flesh as she so easily spreads those cheeks apart.
“Oh~?” A teasing tone enters the Countess’ voice. Her head is lifted high, free of shame, but she doesn’t bother looking back. “Did something catch your eye~?”
Resting between Rina’s cheeks, sticking out from her puckered hole, is a silver plug capped with a purple gem.
“Worry not about that, my Draconic paramour~!” Rina almost laughs as she feels the Drakling’s gaze on that accessory. “It is simply there to prevent you from accidentally penetrating my rear~! You are simply far too large for me to handle, which is a shame~! It is, after all, another alternative to actual sex that wouldn’t taint the sacrosanctity of any future marriage I may have~! Another silly little loophole~. Now, are you going to keep staring, or are you going to fuck that toy~?”
Krvavy gives the Countess’ ass one last squeeze before her hands slide down to Rina’s thighs, fingers gripping tight just above the stockings that so wonderfully accentuate those long and elegant legs.
“Yes~!” The pink-skinned woman breathily moans as the Drakling’s dick presses into the magical sex toy, penetrating past its entrance. “Do not stop now~! Go on, fuck it deeper~!”
“Heh~...!” Krvavy can’t help but chuckle as she leans forwards, finding her voice while looming over this Moon Elf’s slim back. “You little noble slut~!” She playfully growls, holding back a laugh. “You can feel everything that this fuckhole does, can’t you~?”
“Hahaha~! Wonderful, is it not~?” The Countess lewdly cheers, shuddering as a certain colossal cockhead reaches the spot where that golden band chokes the magical construct. “It is like you and I are truly having se–eAAAHH~!” Her words turn into shouted moans as the Drakling’s hips slam down against her ass, that oversized shaft stretching the magical cocksleeve.
“What a joke~!” The barbarian’s hot breath caresses Rina’s long and pointed ear, sending a shiver down the half-Elf’s spine. “To think that a slut like you is still a virgin~! Hah~! I’m going to ruin you before you’ve even taken a dick~!”
“Yes~...! Yesh~!” Rina loudly moans, quivering as each aggressive thrust sends waves of ecstasy rolling through her lewd body. “Fuck thaht toy~! Fuck me like a–AHH toy~! Ruin my pristine pussy without even touching it~! Yesh~! Show me whaht real sex is like~!”
Krvavy just growls and groans as she puts even more power into her thrusts, pounding down into the glowing white construct with violent force. Her hips repeatedly clap against the half-Elf’s squishy pink thighs and the tip of her dick batters against the silken sheets beneath them, rocking the entire bed and causing its curtains to rustle as if blown around by an insistent breeze.
“OAAHH~! YEASSHHH~!” Rina’s euphoric cries grow louder and more incoherent as the Drakling gives into her aggressive lust, sending linked orgasms rolling through the pink-skinned noblewoman’s very being with each hammering motion.
“NGH~!” The barbarian grunts through clenched teeth as the magical fuckhole begins to vibrate and roll around her thrusting shaft. “You~...! Sneaky little Elf slut~! If that is how~...! Ngh~! You want to play~...! Then take this~!”
“AANGHHHHHNN~!” The Countess’ whole body goes stiff in shocked pleasure as Krvavy’s lips engulf her pointed ear, those sharp teeth gently nibbling at its tip and grazing across her sensitive skin. “NGGHHHHNH~!” Euphoric bliss overwhelms the pink-skinned woman, quickly leaving her as little more than an orgasmic mess pinned beneath this Draconic predator.
Those ecstatic moans feed into Krvavy’s burning arousal, pushing her ever closer to the edge. But in her lust-drunk state she doesn’t care about cumming. She just wants to keep pounding into the pseudo-pussy, to keep using the magical sex toy squished between Rina’s alluring thighs, to keep fucking Rina as none have before~. To reduce Rina into nothing more than a constantly cumming puddle of pleasure~. To make all other lovers she has ever had and ever will have feel utterly inadequate in comparison to Krvavy and her cock~.
All Krvavy wants is to utterly ruin this Countess~.
And so, her body hardly halts as her pleasure peaks, her movements just become a little jerky as her Draconic dick throbs and unloads. The ridges lining her rod swell in size, forcing their way in to that tight toy and getting dragged back out of that textured hole. With wet squelching spurts, thick seed shoots into the confines of this lewd construct, leaking from that toy with each forceful thrust and adding to the mess between the Moon Elf’s thighs.
Krvavy’s breasts press into Rina’s back as she puts more of her weight onto the noblewoman. Her long dexterous tongue trails down the half-Elf’s pointed ear, slipping back into the Drakling’s mouth as her lips press against Rina’s neck.
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“NHHGHNNN~!” The Countess moans in masochistic pleasure as sharp, Draconic teeth dig into her skin.
The horny haze swirling through Krvavy’s head intensifies, blocking all rational thoughts and leaving nothing but lewd desires for more and more pleasure. Her hips continue to thrust into the alluring half-Elf that she has pinned to this opulent bed. That colossal cock of hers continues to penetrate into the wet mess of the magical cocksleeve. Nothing matters to her lust-addled mind but the constant feelings of euphoric bliss.
The barbarian is going to keep fucking the sex toy beneath her until she collapses from exhaustion.