Ch149: A Slight Distraction & Elvish Envy ♥♥

Kisses, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Size Difference, Excessive Cum, Facial, Cum Eating, Cunnilingus (a little bit).

“Mmhm mhmhm mhhmh...!” Brick after brick, the stone wall in front of this happily humming barbarian is steadily stripped down, this segment of the cave below their home expanded by her continued excavation. Idly, she lifts the tip of her tail higher, letting the light of the quartz crystal crudely tied to it better illuminate the spot where she is working.

“My oh my~!” That playfully teasing voice ever so slightly startles the Drakling. “And here Ah thought tha’ it was just Thea who was in a good mood today~!”

“Good mood~? What makes you say that?” Krvavy quickly turns to look at her sweet berry, unable to keep the wide grin off her face.

“Ha~! Ah’m sure it’s a mystery ta ya~!” Beryl jokingly returns, her shoulder quietly thumping into the wall that she has chosen to casually lean against. “Tha’ girl o’ yers is down in the grotto practicin’ wit’ ‘er bow, and Ah couldn’t ‘elp but notice a lil’ somethin’ on her face. She didn’t seem ta be ‘avin’ any more luck wit’ ‘ittin’ ‘er target than usual, but she also didn’t really seem ta mind tha’ fer once. Just ‘ow much praise and adoration did ya dump on ‘er fer tha’ ta ‘appen? Can Ah ‘ave some o’ tha’ love too~?”

The barbarian’s brow raises a bit. “You didn’t talk to her?”

“Ah tried, but Ah didn’t get much from the girl.” Beryl simply shrugs her shoulders. “She just blushed rather heavily, tried ta hide the fact tha’ she was wearin’ glasses, and told me ta go away because Ah was ‘distractin’ ‘er’. Didn’t seem ta really bother ‘er tha’ much though. Ah’ve never seen ‘er so ‘appy before... Just wha’ did ya two do earlier?”

“She really didn’t tell you...? I asked her to marry me.”

“Wha’.” The tanned tomboy of an Elf softly breathes out that single word. Her bright blue-green eyes stare straight into Krvavy’s soul, wide open and unblinking, as the silence surrounding them stretches on for a few long seconds.

The Drakling awkwardly rubs the back of her neck. “It was very much a ‘heat of the moment’ kind of thing, but I –”

“Ah’m ‘ere right now, right in front o’ ya! So go on, ask me too!” Beryl loudly cuts Krvavy off, unable to contain her eager excitement as she pushes herself off of the wall and swiftly strides towards her Draconic lover. “I want ta marry ya too!”

“Look, I’m not actually married to her. Not yet. You know how she is. Thea wants a wedding first, and that –”

“Ach!” Beryl cuts Krvavy off again, sternly resting her hands on her hips and lifting her chin high as she looks that slightly embarrassed barbarian straight in the eye. “Ah don’t care about tha’! Just ask me ta marry ya too! Ah’m ready! Ah’d love nothin’ more than ta be yer wife! So go on!” A desperate tinge underlines her demand. “Ask away!”

Krvavy bites her bottom lip. It hurts, but... she has to say it. “No.”

“WHAT!?” The Wood Elf woman all but wails, despair mingling with baffled heartbreak as her legs begin to buckle beneath her. “Am Ah not good enough?! Am Ah too broken?! Do Ah not deserve ta be ‘appy?!”

“No, no!” The barbarian quickly catches Beryl in her arms, hugging her sweet berry tight. Strong fingers glide through short strands of bark-brown hair as she gently cradles that trembling Elf’s head close to her chest. “You are wonderful! I love you so very, very, very much! I love you more than I could ever hope to put into words!”

“Then why...?” Tears stream down Beryl’s cheeks, staining her softly tanned skin with trails of glistening sorrow. “Why don’t ya want me...? W-why can’t Ah be yer wife...?”

“I...! I do, I really do want you...! It just – wait! Just let me talk!” Krvavy hastily presses a finger against her Elf’s lips, almost deafened by the frantic drumbeat pounding away inside her ears. “It wouldn’t be fair if I just asked you that question right now! I want it to come from deep within my heart...! I want to find myself asking it without having to think about it, when I’m overwhelmed with love...! I want to make a wonderful and beautiful memory when I ask that question... You deserve that, and so much more...”

Beryl grimaces, struggling to swallow down her sobs. “Ach... Ya... ya are an ‘opeless romantic...” She weakly sighs, burying her face between her barbaric lover’s breasts, watery blue-green eyes just barely able to gaze up at Krvavy. “Ah don’t... Ah don’t care about any o’ tha’... Ah know tha’ ya love me... But bein’ asked ta be yer wife, ta be more than just one o’ yer girls... Tha’ question alone would make any memory inta one worth cherishin’... So ya don’t need ta wait until the ‘perfect moment’...”

The Drakling leans in and gently plants a nuzzling kiss on her Elf’s forehead. “Look... At this point, we both know that it is only a matter of time until I end up marrying you. And, let’s be honest, the others too.” The barbarian plainly states, her voice hardly more than a soft whisper. “So there is really no need to rush that question. It’ll happen when the time is right.”

“Ach. Ah’d rather be yer wife today than ‘ave ta wait until tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever ya decide ta finally ask me...”

“Would you really be happy if I just popped the question right now with no buildup or anything? Especially since Thea had her own moment that was very passionate and emotional?”

“Aye.”

Krvavy pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a slow sighs. “Well... I wouldn’t be happy. I want that moment, when I ask you to be my wife, to be a beautiful and amazing memory! So I’m not going to just pop that question in a casual conversation.”

“If tha’ is wha’ ya want...” The Wood Elf reluctantly relents, looking rather disappointed. “Just don’t leave me waitin’ too long. The...” She forces a weak smile onto her face. “The anticipation may well kill me.”

The very tip of a thumb glides across that caramel coloured tomboy’s tear-stained cheek. “I’m not making any promises. It’ll happen when it happens.”

Beryl solemnly nods her head. For a moment, it almost looks like she is about to squish her face back into Krvavy’s chest... only for her to hesitate, brow furrowing as she falls deep into thought. Not that that lasts very long.

“Hh!” The tanned Elf sharply inhales, her long and pointed ears lifting up from their sad, droopy position as they suddenly start to wiggle with excitement. “Ah’m sorry fer bein’ so emotional, my dearest love.” She pulls back a bit, tone steady and measured even as her teary eyes begin to glimmer like bright gems. “So why don’t ya let me make up fer tha’~? We can put all this marriage talk aside and simply... relax~. Ya’ve been workin’ so ‘ard and long~...” Her nimble fingers dance their way up the Drakling’s sides, feeling those strong muscles hidden beneath black scales and pale skin. “Ah’d say tha’ ya deserve a break, aye~? So ‘ow about it~?”

Krvavy simply stares down at her scheming seductress of a sweet berry, who just grins back up at her. “Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re doing right now.”

“Oh~? And just wha’ am Ah doin’~?” The teasing tomboy playfully asks, holding back a giggling laugh.

“You’re trying to seduce me.” A deadpanned sigh accompanies that obvious statement, which is then followed by a gentle shake of her head. “You clearly want to get me all riled up so that I can’t help but ask you to marry me.”

“My oh my, wha’ a wild plan tha’d be~! If ya truly think tha’, then why aren’t ya tryin’ ta stop me~?” A mischievous glint fills Beryl’s blue-green eyes as her nimble fingers pluck at the loose knot holding Krvavy’s loincloth in place, slowly pulling on a leather cords and getting ever closer to actually undoing it. “Now, ‘ow about we get ya out o’ this thing~? Ya’d be so much more comfortable~! Besides, Adeline isn’t around, so there’s no need fer ya ta wear it~!”

Krvavy closes her eyes and tries to muster up some resistance, but her steadily stiffening shaft betrays her growing lust. “Fine...” Her loincloth slips from her hips and falls to the ground the second that she relents. “But I’m still not going to pop that question.”

“We’ll see~!” Beryl playfully coos, briefly burying her face between the barbarian’s bare breasts and taking a moment to indulge in the warmth within that pale valley of cleavage. “Mwwwwah~...!” Her exaggerated kiss is followed by many, many more as she slowly meanders her way down her Draconic lover’s body, moving from nipple to tit to toned abs. “Mwwahhhmmh~...!” Eventually, Beryl reaches the base of that ridged rod she so enjoys.

“Haahh~...” A pleasured sigh escapes past Krvavy’s lips as her Elf’s agile tongue dances along her length.

Beryl’s blue-green eyes stare up at Krvavy, filled with love and adoration. “Mwah~!” She plants a loud and wet kiss right at the very tip of the Drakling’s dick, gently suckling at the cockhead’s slit.

Krvavy’s length throbs once and then twice, some slick pre dribbling straight into that lewd tomboy’s mouth as it hardens to its full length.

The Elf’s petite breasts rise and fall with each deep breath she takes, looking oh so alluring even with the skimpy leather strap of a top covering them up. “Mhmhmh~!” Beryl’s faintly muffled giggles dance through the air as that top falls to the ground, shamelessly exposing the stiff nubs of her nipples for her lover to see and enjoy.

Krvavy’s hungry gaze returns to her Wood Elf’s face just as Beryl pushes forwards, more of her long length getting taken into that more than eager mouth.

An intensely lewd love fills this tanned Elf’s entire expression, lips slipping over her Draconic lover’s engorged cockhead and surrounding it with a wonderfully wet warmth. Her nimble tongue dances and flicks against the underside of that dick as she so very slowly advances along its length. More and more and more of that swollen shaft enters the Elf’s embrace, her lips stretched thin around its girth as her teeth gently glide over its very first ridge, that sensitive and semi-rigid flesh pulsing from the pleasure she provides. Her palms press flat against her lover’s toned thighs as she pushes forwards and –

“Ghhhk...!” Beryl can’t help but gag as she bumps that brutish battering ram into the back of her throat. A faint bit of frustration fills her face. She isn’t like Khalia or Thea, able to take this oversized rod thanks to her size or some magical blessing. She is just an Elf trying to service a cock many times larger than her lithe body can realistically handle. “Mhhhmnghh~...!”

A single strong hand comes to rest atop that tomboy’s head, that bit of contact alone sweeping aside her disappointment and replacing it with a look of pure and unfiltered love.

“Hhnn~...” The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip as Beryl pulls back, bit by bit. Soon the flared crown of her cockhead pops past that Elf’s glistening lips, only her very tip remaining inside this hot heaven. Another hand comes up to hold that head steady and in place. “Hhha~...!” Krvavy gasps as an agile tongue focuses on her dick’s drooling slit, licking the steady stream of pre leaking from her length. Each little motion and movement, no matter how subtle or slight, sends shivers of soft ecstasy streaming through that shaft, across her pale skin, and up her spine. “Hhaaahhh~...!”

Those bright and beautiful blue-green eyes staring up at the Drakling are... so truly hypnotic... That unwavering gaze is gentle and loving, kind and attentive. It is... impossible to look away from those gleaming gems... That the woman they belong to is so tenderly suckling on her shaft, so lewdly and lovingly licking at the most sensitive spot just beneath its tip, only serves to make that fact even more true.

Without a thought, Krvavy’s fingers trail across her tanned tomboy’s temples and make their way to those long and pointed ears. Ears which twitch as she so gently pinches their tips between finger and thumb.

“Mhmmnh~...!” Beryl shudders and moans, her caramel coloured cheeks gaining a rather rosy hue as her sensitive Elf ears are softly squeezed and massaged. Her eyes roll back ever so slightly into her head, going hazy and unfocused. “Mmmhhhhhghhnmhhmh~...!” Her whole body trembles in orgasmic bliss, hips bucking forwards and toned thighs tensing, leaving her wobbly and unsteady and barely able to stay upright as she squats down in front of the Drakling she loves so much.

Little goosebumps spread across Krvavy’s pale skin, coaxed out by her sweet berry’s service. Slowly and softly, she rolls her thumbs across the tips of her Elf’s ears, middle and ring fingers lightly and clumsily stroking at different spots further down the length of those sensitive things.

“Mmghhhnhnh~...!” The Wood Elf woman continues to moan, her pleasure reverberating through Krvavy’s cock. Drunkenly and without her usual grace, Beryl paws at her barbaric lover’s body, nimble fingers failing to wrap all the way around the base of that Drakling’s oversized dick while her other hand struggles to palm the hefty sack that hangs beneath. “Mhhhmhhgh~...!”

Muffled moans and lewd panting breaths fill the partially excavated area, echoing around the pair as a degenerate symphony of unbridled lust.

Beryl’s half-lidded eyes shimmer with desire as, without warning, she pushes forwards once more. Her jaw stretches wide as she takes the Drakling’s swollen cockhead and then the first ridge with relative ease. “Ghhhk~...!” She gags again, her advance slowing down to a crawl as that turgid tip struggles to fit inside her extremely tight throat, each choked swallow constricting around it with a truly excessive amount of force.

But still she pushes on, having something to prove for herself more than anyone else.

The second ridge pops into the Elf’s mouth, teeth scraping along its length in a manner that borders on uncomfortable. Though, luckily, the Drakling’s durability also extends to her cock, so it isn’t actually unpleasant. It... is quite the interesting sensation, in fact... The sensitive skin atop and beneath her shaft squished down as this lewd tomboy takes her deeper and deeper...

Watery tears fill those increasingly unfocused eyes as they stare straight up at Krvavy, more as a consequence of the angle that this Elf’s head is at, tilted back as she leans forwards to make as straight a path as possible from her lips to her collarbone.

The third ridge just barely makes it to Beryl’s lips before she abruptly freezes. Her throat quivers and convulses around less than half of Krvavy’s total length, overwhelmed by its sheer girth.

If the barbarian could look at this scene from a different angle, then she would marvel at just how much of a bulge her cock has created in this Elf’s slim throat. A small part of her wants to relinquish her grip on Beryl’s ears so that she can grab at the tomboy’s head and force the rest of her shaft into this impossibly tight hole. But that greedy desire is overwhelmed by the urge to do the complete opposite.

She can already see a bit of purple in her sweet berry’s face, and the way that Beryl’s eyelids are fluttering has shifted from hot to concerning.

Krvavy’s tail twists around her body and slips between her thighs and the Wood Elf’s petite chest, all while her fingers continue to gently massage her Elf’s sensitive ears. That meaty appendage gently pushes Beryl back, needing to use more and more force to overcome the Elf’s instinctual resistance, but not too much that she risks hurting her cock-drunk lover.

Slowly but steadily, that pleasure-addled Elf is slowly dragged off the Drakling’s dick. Over a full minute passes by before a final wet pop rings out... swiftly followed by ragged, gasping breaths.

Beryl is hardly able to stay upright, swaying back and forth even though she is already so close to the ground. If it wasn’t for Krvavy’s gentle grip on her ears she surely would have already toppled over. A sloppy mix of saliva and pre drips down her chin as her parted lips tremble and twitch, tongue flicking past them as if trying to lick the cock she can still smell.

The barbarian gently bites at her bottom lip as she takes in that lewd sight, jumping slightly as her tail seemingly moves on its own. Krvavy’s base instincts give her tail a mind of its own, driving it towards her throbbing length to push aside the Elf’s hands and to take their place. It has been quite some time since she has lost control of that meaty appendage, and even longer still since it has coiled around her cock like this...

“Mhyy dheearesht lhoove~...!” Beryl’s voice is throaty and hoarse as she slurs those words, a bit of life reentering her face with each shuddering gasp she takes. Her mouth hangs open, hovering so close to that swollen cockhead, letting each hot panted breath caress against its sensitive flesh. “Cuuhm ferr mhe~...!”

Krvavy is not one to deny her loves, and it seems that her instinct-driven tail is much the same. The coiled appendage squeezes around her shaft and jerks along her length, quickly pushing her towards the orgasm that her sweet berry tried... and failed... to draw out.

The Drakling’s dick shudders and throbs, her hefty sack clenching tight against her body. “Hnngh~!” She groans in euphoric bliss as the first spurt shoots from her shaft, her thick seed quickly getting caught in Beryl’s eager mouth.

But just as the Elf’s mouth couldn’t handle her whole shaft, neither can it take her entire load.

Ropes of Krvavy’s virile cum splatter across Beryl’s face and drip down her chin onto her petite chest, decorating the Wood Elf’s tanned caramel skin with gooey white strands.

The cum-coated lips of that tomboyish Elf quickly snap shut, her cheeks bulging a fair bit as she tries to save as much of her Draconic lover’s seed from being wasted as possible. Her body shudders so lewdly as each spurt of hot seed splatters into her sensitive skin. “Mghhhhmh~...!” Even with her mouth so very full, she still can’t help but moan~...

The Drakling’s tail continues to squeeze and stroke her shaft, uncaring of the fact that no more sticky ropes of virile seed are erupting from that throbbing thing as it guides her down from her high.

“Mm. What an interesting scene I’ve stumbled upon.”

Those faintly teasing words cause Krvavy to jump in surprise, her fingers finally letting go of Beryl’s long and pointed ears as her head jolts to the side.

An unusually playful gleam fills Inanna’s intense copper-orange eyes as she stares on in amusement. “Do not mind me.” The Dwarf leans forwards slightly, letting her massive breasts squish against the handle of her little cart, perfectly putting that vast expanse of naked titflesh on full display. “I’m just here for some more bricks.”

The sound of a couple loud gulps quickly draws Krvavy’s attention back down to her Elf, just in time to see Beryl’s now empty mouth open up. Not that it remains empty for very long, of course, as that cum-addicted tomboy is already scooping some more thick seed from her face and shovelling it past her parted lips, hardly giving herself the chance to catch her breath.

“To think that I would ever see such an elegant Elf so willingly debase herself like this, devouring the seed of a Dragon like a desperate woman both starved and dehydrated...” The Dwarf gently shakes her head, the voluminous mass of her coal-black hair bobbing with that soft motion. Her dark-grey lips curl into the faintest of smiles as she meets the Drakling’s flustered gaze. “And to think that it is such a common occurrence that I am hardly even fazed... Mm. I truly have been corrupted by you, my Ushumgal~.”

Krvavy isn’t quite sure how to respond to that idle chatter, glancing back and forth between the lewd sight of her cum-covered Elf and the casual nudity of her incredibly well-endowed shortstack.

“Did she come down here simply to distract your work? Or did your lewd Elf want to seduce some Favour from you~?” Inanna saves Krvavy from figuring out what to say by dumping a different, much easier to answer, question onto her.

“She...” The barbarian slowly exhales, taking a moment to compose herself. “A bit of both, I guess. It’s –”

“Ah’m tryin’ tah~... ta make my dearest lohve ask me ta be ‘er wife~...!” Beryl loudly gasps, talking over the Drakling despite her hoarse and throaty voice.

“Oh?” Inanna curiously raises a single thick eyebrow, pausing her work to watch the Wood Elf scoop some more cum off of those petite and perky breasts.

“I... kind of already asked Thea to be my wife... And –”

“And your ever-faithful Elf wants to have that honour as well.” The Dwarf nods in complete understanding.

“What about you...?” Krvavy hesitantly asks, not quite sure if she is ready to repeat this whole conversation again. Especially not if Inanna starts backing Beryl up...

“What about me?” The extremely busty shortstack cocks her head to the side, looking genuinely confused about what Krvavy is trying to ask.

“Do you want me to ask you to be my wife too?”

“Of course, my Ushumgal. It would be a great honour to bind myself to you in such a way.” Inanna quite quickly replies. “But I understand that you would want to ask such a question in a more... romantic setting. Or at least a more amorous one. And since we are not pressed for time, I am more than content with waiting on you.”

“Ach, come onnnnn...!” Beryl tilts her head back and groans, her annoyance and frustration echoing into the excavated ceiling above. “Ca– ackkh... Can’t ya... Ahem...” It takes a couple phlegmy coughs to properly clear her well-used throat. “Can’t ya be more impatient...!?”

“Beryl.” The Dwarf plainly addresses the Elf, her tone almost scolding. “Among all of us, among all of Krvavy’s girl’s, you have the least reason to be impatient on this matter. You are an Elf. You are the longest-lived amongst us all. A few days, weeks, or even months mean little to the centuries upon centuries you still have left.”

A vehement and downright hateful scowl fills the tanned tomboy’s face... which still has a bit of cum smeared across it, taking some of the bite out of her otherwise threatening glare. “Unless Krvavy can find a way ta extend ‘er life, those centuries will be spent without ‘er. The time Ah ‘ave wit’ ‘er is as limited as the time ya will ‘ave wit’ ‘er...!”

“All the more reason to cherish every moment, letting her eventual proposal become a memory to cherish and hold dear for the long years to come rather than rushing to get it over with right now, no?”

“Tsk!” Beryl clicks her tongue and purses her lips, clearly having no way to argue against that.

“Do you really believe a mere title would truly change things?” Inanna calmly continues, casually loading her cart with brick after brick. “Our love already treats us as wives. We eat with her. We live with her. We sleep with her, both in the literal and figurative senses. We care for her. She cares for us. What more could you want?”

“Ach, fine!” Beryl finally relents, glaring at the stoic Dwarf who isn’t even looking at her. “Ah expected ya ta side wit’ me...” She sadly sighs, grabbing her skimpy top off of the ground and shakily rising to her feet. “Ah should... go and get cleaned up.”

With that the Elf sets off, stepping around Inanna and her handcart in a relatively hasty retreat.

“Mmm. I will need to apologize to her later. I could have chosen my words better to avoid aggravating her so.” The Dwarf idly comments, before tilting her head slightly and staring expectantly at Krvavy. “Well?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you going to follow her?”

Krvavy opens her mouth but pauses before she says anything.

“You could also use some cleaning up.” Inanna plainly states while turning her attention back to the pile of bricks, diligently stacking them onto her cart. “And while Beryl isn’t too upset right now, she would almost certainly appreciate having you there for her. So go on, be with your Elf.”

“Right. Thanks...” The barbarian mutters, idly shaking her head as she hurries past Inanna, completely forgetting about her loincloth and leaving it on the ground.

The faint sound of running water up ahead fills Krvavy with relief. She wasn’t sure which showers Beryl would have ran off to, but it looks like her gut feeling was correct. While the ones up in their bathroom are far more luxurious, the ones down here next to the hot spring are much more private. And privacy is what Beryl would want right now.

“Hey,” the barbarian gently calls out as she steps through the doorway. “Mind if I join you?”

“Oh, my... dearest love.” Beryl slowly peeks her head out from one of the indented cubbyholes that house these smaller showers, her short hair soaking wet. “Ya didn’t need ta come chasin’ after me.”

“No, I didn’t.” Krvavy agrees a little awkwardly. “But I’m here now.” She pauses for just a fraction of a second. “I love you, don’t forget.”

“Ah could never forget that.” A slight smile pulls at the tomboyish Elf’s lips, kind and... thankful. “And ya don’t need ta worry about me. Ah’m fine. Really. Just feeling a bit... disappointed. But Ah’ll get over it in time. Though... Ah do know a certain question that’d make me feel better right away~...!”

“Ha~!” A weight lifts off of the Drakling’s shoulders as she lets out that light laugh. Her Elf’s tone isn’t quite as playful and joking as usual, but it is still a good sign that Beryl really is fine. “You’re going to bring that up every chance you get, aren’t you~?”

“Aye, o’ course~.” Beryl’s smile widens, her bright blue-green eyes twinkling like a starry night sky. “If Ah can’t convince ya ta change yer mind, then maybe Ah can pester ya so much tha’ ya ‘ave no other choice~!”

“Yeah, I’m sure that will work.” Krvavy sarcastically replies, grinning widely as she banters with her sweet berry. Though, in truth, a part of her is worried that Beryl will actually do that...

“Oh, Ah’m sure it will~! After all, ya asked Thea ta be yer wife, and tha’ girl is a right pain in the arse~!”

Krvavy narrows her eyes at the tanned Elf, honestly having trouble telling if Beryl is joking or not. “So... do you want me to join you, or...?”

“There isn’t much room in ‘ere, but Aye, why not~? Come on in~!” Beryl’s face fills with joy as she holds her arms wide to each side, reaching out of the shower stall and inviting the Drakling in.

“What are you talking about~? There’s plenty of room in here~!” Warmth and love swirls through Krvavy’s mind as she playfully smothers her sweet berry, pinning Beryl against the wall while pressing her sizable breasts into that tanned tomboy’s face. “Oh! Sorry!” She hastily changes her tune and pulls back as she sees water pooling onto her chest, replacing the air that Beryl needs to breath.

“Ach, and ‘ere Ah thought tha’ Ah’d finally get the chance ta drown in yer tits~!” Beryl loudly laughs back, completely unbothered by the fact that she would have literally drowned had Krvavy not noticed.

“Well, fortunately for the both of us I can’t drown in your itty bitty titties~!” The barbarian jokingly returns, lowering herself to her knees and pressing her face into Beryl’s comparatively flat chest, letting those petite breasts squish against her as steamy water rains down onto them both.

“Sure they might be small,” the tomboyish Elf defends her assets in a mock serious tone, which quickly breaks into even more laughter, “but ya love ‘em all the same~!” Her nimble fingers affectionately trail through the Drakling’s crimson hair. “And they fit me, don’t they~? So elegant and beautiful~? Fittin’ fer my lithe and athletic body~? Ah’ve got a shape unique from yer other girls, who are all either bustier or softer~! Ah even stand out next ta tha’ other Elf ya’ve been wit’, the Countess, don’t Ah~?”

“Mmmnh~!” Krvavy hums happily as she suckles on her Elf’s nipple, gently nibbling at the pert titflesh all around it. An audible pop rings out as she briefly pulls her lips free. “My, you’re really fishing for compliments, aren’t you~?”

“Ah’m Ah~?” The Elf impishly asks, voice underlined with barely restrained joy. “Perhaps Ah’m just in a poor mood and need a bit o’ a lift me up~?”

Krvavy stares up into Beryl’s blue-green eyes, seeing the pure and overwhelming love that fills her very being. A slight pang of guilt flashes through the barbarian as she remembers where that limitless love comes from. That thought is swiftly smothered. “You are perfect, my sweet berry~! I could just... Eat~! You~! Up~!” Her long tongue flicks across Beryl’s little breasts with each of those words.

“Is tha’ so~?” The tanned Elf’s eyes twinkle as a red blush colours her pointed ears. Without a word she presses her palms down into the Drakling’s shoulders, who goes with the flow and lets herself get pushed into sitting fully on the ground. Beryl’s cheeks flush a little as she nibbles at her bottom lip, carefully lifting up a single leg and resting it over her Draconic lover’s shoulder. “If ya want ta eat me, then go right ahead~!”

The Wood Elf’s hairless pussy hovers in front of the Drakling’s face. Even if they weren’t in the shower with water raining down onto them, Krvavy is certain that Beryl’s athletic thighs would still be glistening wet. She can smell her Elf’s fruity scent already, unconsciously trailing her tongue over her lips as her body heats up.

It truly is a miracle that her girls all have a unique and delicious flavour to them. That is the best thing about magic, no doubt!

Beryl’s fingers idly wrap around one of Krvavy’s upper horns, helping to hold herself steady as she leans back into the solid stall wall. The Elf’s blue-green eyes gaze down expectantly at the Drakling, her playful lips curled upwards into a knowing smile.

“Ahhn~!” The Elf’s lewd moans fill the cramped shower as Krvavy eagerly dives in, hungrily feasting on the deliciously lewd meal in front of her. “My dea-AHhresst lohhve~!”