Ch148: A Lovely Chat & Some Gentle Loving ♥♥

Cuddling, Kissing, Clothed Sex, Wholesome/Loving Sex, Sex Magic, Creampie.

A fuzzy warmth fills both the barbarian’s heart and head, her mind empty of all but the love she feels for the girl in her arms, the girl that is hers in every way imaginable~... Her touch trails forwards, fingers slipping beneath a loose braid of silver-blonde hair to delicately brush against the nape of this noble girl’s neck. Waves of giddy joy wash over Krvavy as she leans further into Thea’s embrace and –

The soft lips pressing against her own suddenly pull back.

“You...” The bratty girl gasps, her breathless voice barely more than a whisper as she does her best to tease the Drakling. “You must... really like glasses~...”

“Not really~,” Krvavy honestly answers, looking through those gold-rimmed lenses and gazing deep into Thea’s beautiful blue eyes. If she isn’t careful, she could easily lose herself to this sight... “I just really like the girl wearing them~.”

That bold statement sends a shiver down the spine of this silver-blonde brat. “H-how can you just say things like that?!” She stammers slightly, quickly turning her flustered and so heavily flushed face to the side.

“We just went over this, my little princess~!”

“Yes, yes... You are an idiot who does not think!” Thea winces at her own choice of words, hesitantly glancing back at the barbarian. “No... you are my idiot who does not think~...!”

“That’s right~!” Krvavy coos, leaning in to give that girl who agreed to marry her a nuzzling kiss on the cheek. “I’m yours, and you are mine~!” Her heart flutters as she gently nibbles on Thea’s earlobe, speaking so softly that no one but this brat could ever hope to hear her. “My wife~...!”

“Fiancée~!” Thea holds back a moan as she gives that correction. “I will not be your wife until we have a wedding! A proper one! With dresses and rings! And there will be no rushing to that either!”

“Tsk!” Krvavy playfully clicks her tongue, letting her head get dragged back by the horns. “Suppose I can wait~...” She sighs in mock annoyance. Sure, she would love to have Thea as her wife right here and right now, but that desire is completely overwhelmed by the sheer joy that comes from the fact that Thea is, eventually, going to be her wife! For real!

“Ha~!” The girl laughs to herself, just barely looming above the Drakling whose lap she is still straddling. “To think that I am finally going to get married~! And to a savage no less~! A brutish barbarian~! A degenerate of a Dragon~!”

A teasing smile dances across Krvavy’s face. “You were already engaged when we met, or have you forgotten about that~?”

“Ugh! That was supposed to be a political marriage!” Thea rolls her eyes and tries to flick the barbarian’s nose, to stop another quick kiss from being planted on her cheek, only for her finger to get caught between Krvavy’s carnivorous teeth. “This, what we have, is different~! I am willing~! I want this~! I could not be happier, my love~! My Krvavy~!”

“Mhm~!” The Drakling hums in agreement, lightly nibbling at the tip of that delicate digit she has so tenderly trapped.

Thea glances at her imprisoned finger and then back into Krvavy’s emerald eyes. A slight bit of arrogance enters her expression as she takes the Drakling’s unspoken challenge. Yet, despite that, her tone shifts from one of delight to something far more serious. “This feels like such an important and significant moment, but... does it really change a thing...?”

The barbarian is hesitant to answer, though not because she doesn’t know how to. No, she is hesitant because her beautiful brat is clearly trying to trick her into opening her mouth some more! “Nohe~!” Krvavy’s grin grows wider as she clumsily speaks around her fiancée’s finger. Feeling emboldened by the way Thea’s eyes narrow, the tip of her tongue flicks out and –

“Hmph! Fine! If you are not going to fall for that, then I guess I will just lower myself down~!”

That obvious threat confuses Krvavy... for a very brief moment, at least. The wet heat pressing into her colossal cockhead, steadily swallowing the entirety of that swollen thing, quickly reminds her of just what position she and her new fiancée are in. Thea hasn’t just been kneeling above her lap. That brat was ready to ride her before the Drakling derailed everything with her impulsive proposal.

Pleasure pulses through Krvavy’s very being as her little princess’ pussy surrounds more and more of her stiff shaft, squeezing tight around her turgid tip and clenching around her considerable girth. Lewd liquids trickle down the length of that ridged rod, leaving its sensitive skin glistening with a slick sheen.

The barbarian trembles in bliss, her muscles tensing and her jaw– “Hhah~!” A sharp spike of concerned fear underlines that gasp as Krvavy opens her mouth and all but spits out the finger she so nearly bit down on.

Thea’s smug smile falters, remorse entering her eyes as her now free hand cups Krvavy’s cheek. But any apology that the girl might have had is never spoken, drowned beneath a shamelessly debauched moan. “Ooahhhmmghh~...!” The tip of her Draconic lover’s dick mashes against the entrance to Thea’s womb as the entirety of that oversized shaft fills her magically enhanced love tunnel. The silver-blonde brat’s ass rubs against the Drakling’s thighs as she wiggles and makes herself comfortable in her lover’s lap. She shudders, her insides wringing around the stiff source of that noticeable bulge in her soft belly, as she simply sighs and enjoys the feeling of being so thoroughly filled.

“Tsssnh!” Air hisses through Krvavy’s carnivorous teeth. “That was...! I could have actually hurt you!”

“Di-id you though~?”

The Drakling’s pale lips press into a thin line as she glares at her bratty wife-to-be. She is so tempted to just start using Thea, but that might be what the brat wants... She takes a deep breath, holding it in for a few long seconds before slowly exhaling. “How... How does it feel to be my first wife?” She asks, trying to take her mind off that flash of anxious annoyance. And the bliss buzzing at the back of her brain. “Or at least the first girl I’ve... asked to be my wife...?”

Thea’s thumb brushes across one of the small patches of black scales that rests beneath Krvavy’s emerald eyes. A truly beautiful smile fills her face. “Wonderful~...! And... also underwhelming~.” Her hips roll forwards ever so slightly, gently grinding the entrance to her womb against Krvavy’s cockhead.

Little jolts of pleasure, intense yet still quite subdued, arc out from where they are joined. Both barbarian and brat shudder as that light ecstasy tingles through their bodies.

“Do not – hahhh~... – get me wrong, I am beyond happy about being your ‘first’~! Hhah~... Especially since I will get to rub it in the face of that Elvish hag~! Ohoho~! Can you imagine how annoyed she will be to have lost to me~?” Thea plays up her haughty arrogance, only to let that act drop in an instant. “But... it really does not change a thing... does it?”

Silence hangs in the air for hardly more than a second. “No, I... guess it doesn’t...” Krvavy accompanies that hesitant answer with a shrug. She already treats Thea with as much love as she can muster. But... is that enough...?

“And am I really your ‘first’~?” Thea’s teasing question draws the Drakling from her thoughts. “After all, you are already Khalia’s ‘Mate’~! That sounds about the same as ‘Husband and Wife’ to me~! Not quite as prestigious, of course, but still the same in practice~!”

“Oh.” The barbarian blinks, letting one of her hands trail down this beautiful brat’s back, separated from her fiancée’s smooth skin by just the soft fabric of that blue sundress. “Does that mean I’m going to be your... husband...?” A faint frown finds its way onto Krvavy’s face as her brow furrows in thought. “That feels... a little odd...?”

“Would you – nhhh~... – rather be my wife then~?” Thea wiggles slightly, her needy pussy clinging onto the cock sheathed inside of it. She doesn’t quite have the patience to stay still like this. Not for too long, at least. “We...” Her soft-blue eyes light up, shining like the bright sky on a cloudless day. “We can be each others wives~!”

“I... Hmm...” The sheer joy emanating from that noble girl causes Krvavy’s heart to flutter, the corners of her lips twitching upwards despite the distracting thoughts flitting through her head. “It’s odd. I feel fine thinking that I’ll eventually be a father, mostly because thinking of myself as a mother feels... wrong... But it is the opposite for husband and wife...”

“Ugh...” A single finger squishes into that Drakling’s cheek, poking into that pale white skin with just enough force to wobble that horned head. “Do not overthink it.” Thea rolls her eyes, that familiar and beloved brattiness slowly returning to her tone “Any little lizard babies of yours will end up having far too many mothers already. Or maybe aunts?” She softly shakes her head. “Either way, it will be simpler for you to be their father.”

“Yeah, but I’m going to have a bunch of wives too.”

A dangerous glint fills that noble girl’s grin. “I have only just become your fiancée, and you are already planning on asking the others to marry you~?”

Being more than intimately familiar with this brat... the barbarian easily sees through that act. “No. I’m not planning anything.” She answers honestly, earning herself an adorably pouted glare. Not that that lasts long. “I want it to happen naturally, for that question to just pop out in the heat of the moment, with the only thoughts in my head being about how right it is and how much I want it. Like how it was with you.”

Thea’s blush burns brighter as she hears those words. “I still can not get over how brazen you can be...” She dramatically sighs, before letting her smile shift into something significantly more lewd. “Enough talking already~! Your beautiful fiancée is sitting in your lap, impaled on your Draconic dick~! Are you just going to leave me be, or would you like to consummate our relationship~?”

“Oh~?” Krvavy perks up, letting that sort of serious talk fall to the back of her mind as the urge to tease this girl wells up within her. “I thought we weren’t married just yet~? What is there to consummate~?”

“Ugh...” The bratty girl rolls her eyes and glares through her glasses. “Do you want to use me or not~?”

“And you say that I’m the sex addicted one~!”

“Hey!” Thea scowls and seems genuinely annoyed at that accusation, digging her fingers into Krvavy’s shoulders as her glare intensifies. “I am not addicted to sex! Especially when compared to you!” She huffs, subtly gyrating her hips and sending a few jolts of pleasure through the barbarian’s body. That she also moans from that faint bit of movement is just a coincidence! “We were already about to have sex before you interrupted it by asking me to marry you!”

“I honestly can’t believe how much I love you...” Krvavy idly mutters, unconsciously letting those words slip past her lips.

“Sh-shut up!” Thea stutters, her blush returning with a vengeance as her needy pussy finds itself clenching tight around this dastardly Drakling’s dick.

An almost sadistic gleam fills Krvavy’s emerald eyes as she leans in, giving this silver-blonde brat’s bottom lip a light nibble. “Make me~!” She issues her challenge, grinning widely at her wife-to-be. Merely thinking that phrase fills her with a fuzzy warmth~...

“Hmph!” The noble girl’s flushed face scrunches into an adorably grumpy pout.

“Whats the matter~? Don’t know how to do tha-aAHT~!”

“Such arrogance a-ahnd pride~!” Thea arrogantly moans, looking incredibly proud of herself as she begins bouncing on Krvavy’s cock. “You are a simple beast~! Readily swayed by pleasure~! I can easily reduce you to a state where you wi-ihhhll be unable to form even a single word~! That shall shut you up~!”

“You just ca-aUGHT me off guard~! I can handle wa-ay more than this~!” Krvavy boldly claims, knowing exactly what is in store for her.

“Is~?! Th-aht~?! Soo-oh~?!” Thea’s love tunnel clenches around the sizable shaft speared inside of her. The bratty girl’s pussy greedily clings to each ridge of the Drakling’s dick as she lifts herself up, keeping just the thick cockhead held inside, before sliding herself all the way back down to its base.

A wave of euphoric pleasure washes over this newly engaged couple as a needy nub of a clit is squished into pale skin and a swollen column of a cockhead is slammed into the entrance of this young woman’s willing womb.

The barbarian’s hands trail down her betrothed brat’s back, before slipping beneath the smooth fabric of the girl’s sundress and defiantly groping at that girl’s amazing ass. Krvavy’s grin grows even wider as her fingers knead at Thea’s flesh, staring into those soft-blue eyes that look so beautifully stern behind those new glasses.

Waves of pleasure crash against Krvavy’s mind, enhanced by the sheer love that fills her heart. Ecstatic bliss wells up within her, but she does her best to hold it back, to enjoy this heaven for as long as she can. “This is perfect~!” She earnestly moans those words, purposefully inflating her brat’s ego and drawing out a smug smile as her own grin grows wider... and more predatory. “I couldn’t imagine a better way to relax~!”

Thea’s bouncing movements come to a sudden and abrupt stop. “This is relaxing, is it?” She hisses those words, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. She is reacting exactly as Krvavy expected. “You pleasure-addled beast! Fine! I will stop holding back!”

A pink shimmering light glows within the bratty girl’s pupils, growing into a bright swirling whirlpool surrounded by the soft-blue of her iris’. A subtly sweet scent begins to fill the air around her, emanating alongside a pleasant warmth that caresses across the barbarian’ bare skin.

Delicate pinpricks of pleasure tingle through Krvavy’s very being, focused most intensely on the part of her cock still inside Thea’s clingy cunt. It feels like little bolts of lightning are dancing along her length and into her body, zipping over black scales and zapping over pale skin, just without any pain or discomfort.

Nothing but pure bliss accompanies those softly shocking sensations~.

A singular pink spark suddenly jumps from Thea’s swollen pussy, drawing Krvavy’s attention as it fades away into the air. Another spark quickly follows it, and then another, and another, and another still. In just a matter of moments a river of pink electricity has begun to flow between the two lovers, rushing down the Drakling’s dick and suffusing into her body.

Pride – an immense amount of pride – fills Krvavy’s heart, almost beating out the rapidly growing pleasure that is quickly overwhelming her. Thea had said that she wasn’t making any progress with her magic, but this... This definitely looks, and feels, like progress! Maybe not a spell, but still mana being channelled and shape and released with purpose!

An intense desire to congratulate her little princess pierces through the haze of lust clouding Krvavy’s mind, the seemingly endless amount of love that she has for this gorgeous girl overpowering her carnal desires.

But not a single word can actually make it past her lips.

The only noises that Krvavy can make right now are wanton moans and lewd gasps.

Just like Thea promised, Krvavy has been reduced into a state where she is unable to form even a single word.

And the barbarian could not be happier.

Krvavy is really not a fan of being restrained, of having her ability to act on her own taken away from her. But she doesn’t mind what is happening right now, and not just because she pretty much asked for it. Maybe that is because she isn’t completely incapacitated right now? A part of her knows that, if she really wanted to, she could just roll over and begin wildly rutting into Thea, completely taking back control from the noble girl.

Actually, she might have to hold herself back from doing just that...

It is just so tempting to turn the tables on Thea... To take her pleasure from the beautiful brat... who would definitely enjoy being so aggressively ravished... That bratty girl would just love to be flipped over and used like a treasured toy...

But the barbarian challenged her brat to shut her up, and the girl won. So Krvavy should let Thea enjoy this victory. It is the least she can do for her wife-to-be~.

“Now, wha-Aht was that~?” The silver-blonde brat smugly teases, grabbing at the Drakling’s horns to steady herself. “Did you just – Ahn~! – try to speak~?”

“Yyy–nNH~!” Krvavy’s attempted answer dies on her lips, and even the thought of trying again is swiftly smothered as her fiancée’s love tunnel clenches down onto her near-painfully stiff shaft, utterly overwhelming her with euphoric ecstasy. Waves of pure lust wash over the Drakling, sweeping away her ability to resist and pushing her over the edge.

“Hahaah~! Ohhhnhahh~! Ohohhohnnghhohohhh~!”

Moaned laughter, so haughty and smug, echoes through the air as Krvavy’s mind burns beneath a mountain of bliss. White static creeps in at the edges of her vision, filling her sight until nothing but Thea’s lovely flushed face remains, those soft-blue eyes glowing within a pair of pink halos.

“NGHHHNN~!” The Drakling grits her teeth as her colossal cock throbs within the tight embrace of Thea’s perfect pussy, the entrance to the noble girl’s womb almost kissing at her tip. Each forceful spurt shooting through her shaft sends her thick seed straight into Thea’s most private and precious of places, painting the brat’s insides with virile proof of her lust and love.

Sparkling pink wisps of lewd magic swirl around their joined bodies, filling the air with a pleasant warmth and that subtly sweet scent. The power embracing the barbarian and brat draws out their shared orgasm, turning the seconds into minutes as it gently lowers them from their high.

“Oaahhnh~...!” A slow, sighed moan emerges from Thea’s parted mouth as she gently gyrates her hips, grinding her still-sensitive clit against Krvavy’s crotch. Her glasses have partially slipped off her face, balanced precariously at the tip of her nose as she lovingly gazes into Krvavy’s emerald eyes, her head tilted back a bit.

Faint aftershocks of ecstasy roll through these two lovers, the remnants of Thea’s lewd magic feeding into their shared lust. As satisfying as that overwhelming orgasm was... they both want more.

The bratty girl’s love tunnel weakly squeezes down onto the Drakling’s still-stiff shaft. A slight trickle of seed escapes past her lower lips, making a bit of a mess where they are joined, but most of that large load remains locked inside of her.

Were the barbarian and brat not cuddling so closely together, they would be able to see that Thea’s belly has swollen from the sheer amount of seed that has been stuffed inside of her, leaving that girl looking like she is in the very early months of pregnancy. Krvavy would find that sight incredibly hot, of course, as she isn’t ashamed of admitting that the thought of breeding her girls turns her on. Thea, on the other hand, would never admit such a thing. Even if it is increasingly becoming the truth.

The swirling magic slowly fades away as they both simply bask in each others presence, the occasional twitching aftershock sending jolts of pleasure through their bodies. The faintest of pink sparkles remain in Thea’s pupils, glowing ever so slightly as her half-lidded eyes gazes lovingly and longingly at the Drakling she has promised to one day wed.

Krvavy’s hand slowly trails up Thea’s body, gliding across the slightly sweat-dampened fabric of that bright blue sundress and gently running through the girl’s silver-blonde hair. Her fingers grab at the crooked glasses, delicately straightening them. That hand then begins to travel back down the brat’s body, giving the occasional grope before slipping back beneath the hem of Thea’s dress once.

The lovely noble girl makes a slightly unhappy grumbling sound as the barbarian lifts up her sole piece of clothing in an attempt to remove it. With clear reluctance she lets go of Krvavy and raises her arms up, letting that smooth fabric slip free from her body before being tossed aside. She shudders slightly as her now naked body presses directly against the barbarian’s bare skin, quietly moaning as she buries her face between those large, pale-skinned breasts.

Krvavy leans forwards and rests her chin atop the brat’s head, her arms firmly wrapping around Thea’s waist as she fully embracing her little princess. Ever so slowly, the Drakling begins to tilt backwards and too the side, taking advantage of her meaty tail’s presence to gently lower herself down onto the moss bedding.

Thea’s hips gyrate and buck a bit as she makes herself comfortable, quietly moaning at each slight movement she makes. “I love you, Krvavy~...” Her muffled voice is barely audible, but the barbarian still hears it.

“I love you too, Thea~. I really, really do~.” Krvavy gently whispers back, her heart fluttering in pure joy.

“I know...” The girl sighs and no doubt rolls her eyes, clearly recovering from their intense shared orgasm as she lets her bratty attitude return. “You never shut up about it...”

The barbarian’s lips spread into a wide, teasing grin as she loosens her grip on Thea just enough to let that silver-blonde brat gaze up into her eyes. “Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t feel like I need to say that all the time if you just were so lovable~!”

“Sh-shut up, you d-dork!” The girl stutters as a deep blush fills her face once again.

“Hahaha~!” Krvavy can’t help but laugh at that new and adorable insult. “Sure~! Ha~! I’ll be your dork if you want~!” She playfully plucks the glasses off of Thea’s flushed face, carefully placing them aside before she begins her assault.

“Wh-at are yo-ou dooooing~!?” The beautiful brat’s voice wavers as she holds back confused laughter. “St-staahp~!”

Krvavy rapidly plants kiss after kiss on Thea’s forehead, cheeks, lips, nose, and even eyelids, overwhelming the brat with quick loving pecks that only briefly stop so that she can laugh out a response. “Never~!”

“Yo-ou are sho we-ird~!”

“Mhm~!” The Drakling hums in agreement as she lets the tip of her tongue escape past her lips, lewdly licking across Thea’s cheek before resuming her unceasing barrage of kisses.

“Haha~!” The bratty noble girl finds herself giggling ecstatically as her hands helplessly push at her Draconic lover’s body, unable to even slightly loosen Krvavy’s grip on her. “F-fine~! I~! Hah~! I will ma-ake yhou stop~!”

Those words are barely out of Thea’s mouth before she begins to gyrate her hips, her perfect pussy clenching lovingly around Krvavy’s colossal cock, coaxing it back to its full and quite considerable length. Not that it had softened much at all.

“Two~! Mwah~! Can play~! Mwah~! Mwah~! Mwah~! That game~!” Krvavy laughs her reply between increasingly exaggerated kisses, bucking her own hips forwards to thrust her cock deep into the brat. The back of her brain buzzes with bliss as she lightly batters at the barrier blocking off Thea’s cum-stuffed womb.

“AAHN~! You~! You do-OH~! You dorky fi-IEEHND~!”

“HAHAHAHA~! HAHA–MPHH~!” Krvavy’s victorious laughter interrupts her assault, giving Thea the chance to press forwards and claim her lips with a kiss. An actual kiss.

Warmth washes over these two lovers, muffled laughter mingling with moans as they lightheartedly ‘battle’ against each other, playing a game where there will be no losers.

They both could not be happier right now.