Ch220: Cuddling on the Couch

A deep and discordant gong of a sound reverberates through the air as Krvavy carelessly drops that metallic lure onto the solid stone floor of her home. “Aaaaahhhhhhhhnnnnnghhhnnh...” The Drakling drags out her exhausted groan, shucking off the quartz-stuffed backpack that had been weighing her down and stumbling a few more steps before she can finally fall forward, landing face first on their cushioned moss couch.

Thea rolls her beautiful blue eyes and, with a quiet huff, shamelessly shuffles closer to that drained Drakling. Her dainty fingers wrap around the sweeping curve of a hard horn, using that handle to help her heft Krvavy’s head up just enough to... slip into place beneath it.

“Mmnnnhh...” Krvavy sighs into the perfectly plush pillow of her fiancée’s soft thighs, taking a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of her face squishing into that bratty girl’s warm and wonderfully smooth skin. “Ghhhn...” She lightly grunts after only a few seconds, lifting her hips up as she feels a familiar pair of paw-like hands pulling at her loincloth, barely even bothering to untie its corded belt. Typical.

“Rrrrnngh...” Those unneeded pelts are swiftly tossed aside, Khalia’s gently grumbled growl rumbling through her Draconic Mate’s prone body as she crawls atop Krvavy. “Boring slimes...”

While getting to share in her Were-Beast’s warmth like this is nice... the extra weight pressing down on her makes it a bit more difficult for this barbarian to breathe. But the cuddling hug provided by this precious puppy more than makes up for that. Why would she care about something as unimportant as breathing when she has two big, green-skinned breasts squishing so pleasantly into her upper back~?

“Was that not as fun as you expected?” The silver-blonde noble girl haughtily asks, her tone all but screaming ‘I told you so’... even though she is rather lovingly ruffling Krvavy’s blood-red hair.

That Drakling simply shrugs her shoulders. As best as she can in this position, at least. “Ehhhh... It was better than doing nothing all day...”

A soft huff passes through Thea’s kissable lips, the sound that she can’t help but make whenever she rolls those beautiful eyes of hers. “Because that is a high bar to pass.” The bratty blonde doesn’t react at all as the arms of her larger lover wrap around her hips and waist, holding her in a tight hug.

Khalia takes a moment to make herself comfortable atop her barbaric Mate’s back, toned thighs parting around a thick and meaty tail. “Mmnrrhn~...” Plump lips press into the spot between Krvavy’s neck and shoulder, nibbling kisses planted on pale skin and black scales alike as paw-like hands caress their way up and down the Drakling’s tense sides, furred fingers tracing along every muscle that they can touch.

Though still on the lazier side, that loving massage further helps to make up for the fact that Khalia is currently crushing her Mate.

“Yeah...” The Drakling tiredly admits, melting into this heaven that she has found herself in. “At first it was... horribly boring. But it got more exciting near the end. More exhausting too though...”

“Hmph.” A beautifully bratty sound whispers through the air. “I am sure it was...” Disinterest clings to those muttered words, this noble girl thoroughly doubting the fact that fighting slimes could ever be fun. From everything that she has been told... they are just annoying living puddles. Not even their battle-hungry hyena finds enjoyment in splattering those blobs. “Did you at least level up?”

“Mhhm.” Krvavy hums into her fiancée’s lap. “Twice.” Her elbows press into the couch as she pushes herself up... just enough to glance over her shoulder at the Were-Beast on her back. Albeit rather awkwardly. And at an uncomfortable angle. “Can you move? Just for a second?”

That Greenskin narrows her amber-gold eyes into a sharp glare. But, being the good girl that she is, Khalia does do what her Mate asks. Kind of. Her bestial paw feet press into the mossy couch as she goes from lying atop Krvavy to standing above the barbarian, unwilling to put too much distance between herself and her Mate.

The Drakling sighs and begins to slowly roll over, having to shuffle around a fair bit to get the job done. Being trapped between her precious puppy’s legs is usually a lot more pleasant and enjoyable than this... Still, she is able to flip herself over, eventually and with enough wriggling. “Nngh...” Her meaty tail flops off the couch, most of its length drooping down onto the padded and mossy floor.

Khalia lowers herself back down in the very same second that her Mate stops squirming and shimmying around, knees nearly nestling into Krvavy’s armpits as her toned thighs hug onto those raised hips. “Rrmmmmgh~...” A rather happy sound rumbles from deep within the Were-Beast’s chest as she all but curls into a ball, burying her face between a pair of bare breasts and firmly planting her ass in this Drakling’s lap, sweltering hot pussy coming to rest atop a certain colossal cock. Which, rather predictably, slowly begins to swell in size and grow increasingly stiff from just that bit of intimate contact.

Krvavy smiles and closes her eyes. She slowly exhales, lazily wrapping her arms around her precious puppy’s back. This may not be as relaxing as lounging around in the hot springs, surrounded by magical waters and hot steam, but it is close to that. It is like she is has been lovingly tucked in bed, with a warm ‘blanket’ pulled over her body and a nice ‘pillow’ to rest her head on.

Honestly, Thea’s thighs do make quite the good cushion. Soft. Squishy. Warm. Loving.

Hmm...

Would Inanna’s thighs be better for this? The Dwarf is thicker and a bit more plump. But her tits would absolutely smother Krvavy. Not that that is a bad thing though...

What about Adeline? Her thighs are even more plush and wonderful. And her much, much smaller tits would mean that Krvavy would have an unobstructed view of her adorable face... Yeah, she’d be perfect for this~...

“Ahem.” Thea clears her throat, causing Krvavy’s eyes to slowly crack open. A bland and unimpressed expression has been painted across that brat’s face. Almost as if she could hear Krvavy’s thoughts... “Did you get anything good from that?” The bratty girl asks. “From levelling up. Twice.” She adds, stifling a sigh as she is ‘forced’ to remind Krvavy of what they were talking about just moments ago. “Absolutely hopeless...”

The Drakling slowly blinks, deciding to ignore that last little comment, whispered and nearly inaudible as it was. “Uh... Not really. I mean... I do seem to get two points of favour for each level up now, but... but other than that...” Krvavy trails off and shrugs as best she can in this position, bumping her shoulders into her brat’s legs. “The stat points mostly went into Willpower, with only a few going into Endurance. If you care.”

Thea’s nose scrunches slightly as she shoots a scowled glare at the clingy Greenskin, not too happy about how Khalia has intruded upon what could have been a nice moment between this Princess and her Dragon. “Ugh...” That silver-blonde brat slumps over with a groan. Her bare breasts, those two beautiful and soft handfuls, hang above Krvavy’s face like a pair of ripe fruits dangling from a tree... ready to be grabbed and taken... “Six more days of this...”

The corners of Krvavy’s lips can’t help but twitch downward. Still, she tries to not let that reminder sour her mood, it is just... She doesn’t do a very good job at that.

“Stupid Elf...” Thea grumbles to herself, dainty fingers idly running through feathery strands of crimson coloured hair. Her trimmed nails drag over the Drakling’s scalp, using more and more force as her tone grows increasingly heated and annoyed, more hurt and betrayed. “If she had just been upfront about all of this...!”

“What’s done is done.” Krvavy quietly exhales. “Can we just... relax...?”

The noble girl tenses up, going completely still for a few long seconds. A weak sigh escapes past her kissable lips. “Sorry...”

“It’s alright.” Krvavy lifts one of her hands off of the Were-Beast’s back, reaching up to gently, and a little awkwardly, cup her fiancée’s face. “I hate the waiting too. The... helplessness of it all.”

A bright blush creeps onto Thea’s cheeks as she finds herself nuzzling into her lover’s larger hand. But whatever embarrassment she feels over that gesture isn’t anywhere near enough to make her stop. “Hmph. Such an arrogant Elf. She just has to be on our minds even when stuck inside of a tree...”

Something in her brat’s tone causes the faintest echo of a smile to appear on Krvavy’s face. Despite how Thea may act or what she says, the girl does still love Beryl. Maybe not entirely, but enough for the Wood Elf’s absence to be a genuine concern.

“Mhhh...” Krvavy softly hums back, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. So very gently, she pats her brat’s blushing cheek before lazily letting that arm drop back down... only for Thea to grab onto her hand. That beautiful girl’s smaller and much more delicate fingers slide between her own black-scaled digits, locking together into a tight and loving grip.

The smile that had been playing at Krvavy’s lips comes to life, growing into a grin as this flustered fiancée of hers quickly turns and looks away, too bashful to meet the barbarian’s affectionate gaze.

Thump.

That faint sound can barely even be heard, but still it coaxes Krvavy from her dreamless slumber, emerald eyes fluttering open to peer up at a blurry pair of silver-blonde braids. The completely uncovered chest of her beautiful brat slowly rises and falls between those plaited locks of hair, pretty pink nipples capping two soft and modestly sized mounds.

Thhhhhhh...

Rather sluggishly, Krvavy blinks and blinks again, slowly turning her head to the side. She can just about make out some movement beyond these cushioned couches... the backpack that she painstakingly filled with crystals getting dragged away by... by a large coal-black mass.

A mass that stops moving, aware of the fact that it has been spotted. “Mm. Apologies, my Ushumgal.” Inanna’s near-emotionless tone whispers across the living room, kept respectfully quiet and hushed. The quartz-stuffed bag slumps to the side as the stout hands holding onto it release their firm grip. “I did not intend to wake you.”

“Hnn... Ss’fine...” The Drakling’s mumbled response slurs a fair bit as a yawn forces its way past her pale lips, her half awake mind having enough sense to stifle the urge to stretch.

But that attempt at ‘inaction’ can only go so far. Krvavy is awake now. Her heart is beating just a bit faster. Every breath she takes is just a bit deeper. Either of those on their own are enough to be noticed, but together... they are a slight bother.

“Rrhhhn...” Khalia unconsciously tightens her grip on this barbarian’s body, paw-like hands squeezing onto black-scaled shoulders and toned thighs clamping around a muscled midsection. “Nrrhhn...” That Were-Beast wiggles and squirms, her damp pussy grinding against the ridges that line her Draconic Mate’s semi-stiff shaft. A trickling stream of drool drips past her four little tusks, pooling into the pale skin of Krvavy’s cleavage as she continues to use those bare breasts as a pillow, green-skinned cheek squished into a snowy tit.

The occasional slow wag of Khalia’s shaggy tail, and the warm smile filling her sleeping face, shows just how much she loves this ‘bed’ of hers. Even if it can’t exactly be the most comfortable...

Claaa–anng...!

“I suppose it would be best to leave these here for now...” The Dwarf quietly comments, frowning at the damaged noisemaker that she now has to very carefully place back down. That not entirely intact item rattles rather loosely. But, thankfully, it doesn’t make too loud a noise. “Mm...” Inanna softly shakes her head, turning towards the couch... and the cuddling pile that her lover’s have so conveniently collected themselves in. The neutral expression that fills her face lightens up a little as she begins to make her way over.

Krvavy can’t help but grin as that busty shortstack sits down directly beside Thea. And not just because of the absolutely massive grey-skinned tits that are now looming above her head, eclipsing so much of her sight.

“Ughhmmh...” The bratty girl grumbles and stirs as the cushion beneath her ass sinks a little to the left. She lifts her head from the padded backrest, immediately turning her blearily glared gaze towards that Dwarf, scowling slightly as she finds that yet another woman has trespassed on her loving cuddle. Looking just a little miffed, Thea shakes her head and leans forward... only to abruptly freeze in place. “Seriously...?” The brat sighs in utter defeat, staring blankly into the gap between couch and coffee table.

Not wanting to disturb Khalia even more than she already has, but also too curious to simply ignore this... Krvavy cranes her neck and peers down at whatever it was that caught her fiancée’s attention.

The Drakling’s heart flutters, her smile growing even wider and even warmer.

Adeline is down there, nestled snugly between the padded moss carpet and Krvavy’s meaty tail. The bunny-mouse girl is hugging onto that scaled appendage with her arms and legs, cuddling it with the entirety of her short but beautifully bottom-heavy body. How adorable~.

“Ugh... I really cannot get a single moment of peace around here...” Thea weakly whines, slumping back against the couch. “What have I done to deserve this fate...?”

“Mm...” Inanna idly trails a finger along the Drakling’s upper left horn. “How effective was the lure?”

“Really?” The silver-blonde brat quietly groans, her head lazily lolled onto the backrest. Sleeping like that couldn’t have been too comfortable... The poor girl’s neck must be a bit stiff and sore, at the very least... “Can you not wait until later to ask that...?”

“It was... annoying.” Krvavy yawns, ignoring her grumpy girl’s grumbling. “And it took a while for those damn slimes to start showing up... But they did go for it instead of me, when given the chance...”

Inanna curiously tilts her head, quirking a single thick eyebrow. She doesn’t need to say a word to get her question across.

Keeping her toned as hushed as she can, Krvavy continues on. “The ruin is pretty deep. The sounds would have probably reached the bottom, even if they might not have been the loudest by that point, but I doubt the vibrations lasted that long. And I...” a faint, reddish hue fills the barbarian’s face as she sheepishly nibbles on the inside of her cheek. “I may have ruined the experiment by getting impatient and shouting down into the pit. Multiple times.”

“I see.” The Dwarf slowly nods, still idly tracing the tips of her fingers along the curved length of her Draconic lover’s horn. “How enthusiastic were the slimes? Were they simply showing up because of the noise and commotion, or did they seem more... eager? Compared to your previous interactions with them.” If she had a tablet at hand, Inanna would certainly be jotting down notes right now. Luckily, her memory is more than good enough that she doesn’t really need to do that.

The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip, blood-red brow knitting together. “I’m... not too sure. They got a bit more feisty around the lure though, so...”

“Mmm... So it was effective, to some degree...” The voluminous mass of Inanna’s coal-black hair bobs just a bit as she ever so slightly nods, again. “Perhaps a different approach would work better...? Something stronger, but... directional and intermittent...? That would certainly be less ‘annoying’ to use and to be around...”

“Hmph...” Thea’s lips press into a cute pout as she pokes Krvavy in the cheek. “Do you plan on returning to that place any time soon?”

Krvavy slowly breathes in. “No.” She sharply exhales. “It would be smart to try and level up a whole lot more, but... I’d like to stay a bit closer to home. Besides, I’ve had enough of that ruin for a while...”

“In that case... You had better find something to keep yourself busy...!” The silver-blonde brat tries to sound annoyed and exasperated, but a little bit of concern still makes it into her voice. “I am not going to spend the entire week letting you use my lap as your pillow...!”

“I thought you loved me...” A smile plays at Krvavy’s lips as she gazes up at her fiancée’s less than impressed – and so beautifully flushed – face. “But seriously, I do plan on keeping busy. Busy enough that I don’t really have time to think...” She gently shakes her head, letting that train of thought fall to the wayside. “I’d like to finish up the fortifications, at least the ‘first line’ that I’ve been working on, and... and I’ll see about finding something to do that doesn’t need mana.” A twitch travels up her tail as a certain bunny-mouse girl shifts slightly. “Maybe Adeline could use a hand down in the garden...?”

“Mm. Rest and relax, my Ushumgal.” Inanna’s stout hand moves from horn to hair, softly stroking those crimson strands. “Deal with tomorrow when the day comes. You’ve earned that much, I’d say.”

Thea quirks her brow, staring down at that busty shortstack with an exaggeratedly arrogant and judgmental look plastered across her face. “A Dwarf speaking against thinking ahead and planning for the future?” She straightens up and does her best to look far more haughty than usual, even as a teasing tone underlines each word that passes through her kissable lips. “I would never have thought that someone already so close to the ground could fall so far.”

Inanna meets the brat’s gaze, copper-orange eyes gleaming as she returns that playfully serious energy in kind. “Would you prefer our love to make a proper schedule for all the times that she’ll need to make use of your magic? Efficiently, of course. No need to waste excess time when there are ‘more important’ things to do, yes? I’m sure you would appreciate knowing exactly how many minutes in a day that you spend being bent over by our Krvavy. Figuratively, of course, as we would plan the different positions in advance: no need to such a detailed schedule feeling stale.”

Before the Dwarf is even done talking, Thea’s cheeks have flushed to nearly the same shade of red as Krvavy’s hair.

“Is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’~?” This shortstack’s thick, dark-grey lips curl into a slight smile as she leans even further against Thea’s side, squishing her titanic tits into both the barbarian’s face and the body of that bratty blonde. “Just a word and I can have that set into stone for you~. Literally, this time~.”

“Sh-shut up before you wake the dog...!” This flustered fiancée to their shared Dragon hisses her response, eyes darting towards Khalia’s slumbering body... as if begging for exactly that to happen.

“Mm. That is still not a proper answer~.” Inanna plainly points out. “And in absence of a negative, I will assume a posi–tmhh...”

Two soft slaps can be heard as both of Thea’s palms firmly press down over that teasing Dwarf’s mouth, one after the other. The bratty blonde winces and almost lowers her arms back down, but the fact that she doesn’t seem to have brought even the slightest bit of discomfort to this Dwarf seems to bolster her confidence. A bit. “Sh-shh!”

Krvavy simply smiles and closes her eyes, relaxing into the embrace of nearly all of her girls.

Only one is missing and, try as she might, Krvavy can’t quite keep her mind off of that fact...