Ch230: Playing Some Board Games & Having A Chat ♥

Just a heads up: the lewds are not the focus of this chapter. But they still have a fair bit of presence, hence the ♥

Casual Nudity, Teasing, Handjob, Sex Toys/Onahole/Fleshlight/Cock Sleeve, Excessive Cum (contained within what is kind of a Condom), Cunnilingus/Pussy Eating, Masturbation, Kissing.

A gentle glow emanates from the false-flesh of a certain magical sex toy, the slick insides of that squishy pseudo-pussy vibrating around a rigid, ridged rod at a rather relaxed pace.

Clack.

Vera’s pale, pinkish lips purse into a pouty scowl, this aggressive albino’s eyes narrowing into hateful slits as she pulls her gloved hand back from the piece that she just forcefully moved across a rectangular checkered board.

The Drakling takes a long and deep breath, doing her best to ignore the bliss steadily buzzing away at the back of her mind as she, after just a moments thought, makes her own move.

“My oh my~... What a good job you are doing, remaining so focused despite my attempts to distract you~.” Rina playfully praises, those delicate fingers of hers slipping down from the large golden band that she had been holding so securely in place, squeezing that soft mana construct around Krvavy’s cock.

Tingling pleasure sweeps through that stiff, swollen shaft. “To be fair...” Krvavy slowly exhales, keeping her tone as steady and as even as she can... no matter how much her length may twitch and tremble and throb inside the tight embrace of that slowly moving sextoy... “You’re going easy on me. Besides,” she pauses for just the briefest of moments, glancing at the noblewoman sitting so close to her side. “I’m not the only one you’re distracting here~.”

Silence fills this fairly soundproofed carriage, broken only by the soft swish of Rina’s black silken stockings – the only pieces of fabric that dare to cover her beauty – rubbing together, the Countess so casually crossing her legs.

That brief bit of quiet lingers for just a moment too long, Vera’s long and straight sidelocks swinging from side to side as she quickly shakes her head, looking away from her Lady’s utterly bare breasts... to instead glare rather heatedly at the barbarian who all but called her out. A faint harrumph of a huff can be heard as this maid’s gloved fingers finally grab onto a piece, moving it one tile over with quite the loud clack.

Only for it to immediately get captured.

“So it would seem~.” Rina so softly sighs, shooting her love-struck servant an apologetic smile. Which does far more ‘damage’ than her current nude state ever could, the blush filling Vera’s face burning even brighter, that formerly rosy hue shifting into an intense scarlet.

Vera’s gaze snaps back down to the checkered board, those thick glasses nearly slipping off her nose. That albino quivers with rage, embarrassment, and infatuation alike, busying herself by carefully – very, very, very carefully – looking over the pieces purposefully arranged between her and this detestable Drakling.

Krvavy, meanwhile, roughly bites her bottom lip... that discomfort doing little to stem the pleasurable tide slowly washing over her very being. “Are you trying to make me lose focus, or...?”

“Not really, no.” The Countess’ perfect pink-skinned tits press against her buff bodyguard, leaning just a little closer as she begins to gently guide that lewd pseudo-pussy up and down this Drakling’s length. “I am simply treating your penis as my source of entertainment~. It is, after all, quite the curious thing. And the same can be said for these.” The rest of her dainty fingers dance across a thick and toned thigh, slipping between those strong legs to delicately cup Krvavy’s heavy, hefty sack. Both of those virile orbs on their own are too big to comfortably fit in her elegant hand. “I suppose that is a result of my inexperience. Male genitalia in general is... foreign to me. At least those that are of real flesh and blood, and not mere toys.”

“Well... feel free to keep studying it then.” Krvavy nonchalantly shrugs, the corners of her pale lips curling into a teasing smirk. “I’m definitely not going to complain if this is how you do that~.”

Rina playfully rolls her amethyst eyes. “Why, thank you for that selfless and generous invitation~.” Sweet and saccharine sarcasm suffuses those wonderfully warm words. “You surely stand to gain nothing from allowing a Countess – whose hands have never touched an actual penis beyond your own, need I remind you – to explore this prodigious length in such a manner~.”

“Ha, yeah~. Absolutely nothing~!” The Drakling shudders as the insides of the lewd toy engulfing her dick shifts in shape, the slick and fairly smooth tunnel filling with little nubs and ringed lines. At the same time, her relatively huge sack is very gently squeezed. “Nothing, haah~, at all~!”

Clack!

The sound of a piece being rather forcefully moved across the checkered board goes almost completely ignored. It prompts Krvavy to move a piece of her own, but that is all.

“Would you like to hear some of my... observations~?” The Countess doesn’t wait for her question to be answered, lifting herself up just enough for those painted lips of hers to brush against this barbarian’s pointed ear. “Your length throbs with each and every beat of your heart~. The flared ridges that line it, so exotic and brutish in appearance, swell in size as you grow more and more aroused~. My, I am almost tempted to activate a certain feature of this toy just so that I can feel them inside of me once more~... Oh, and we must not forget these heavy testes of yours~. I can almost feel them producing your thick and undoubtedly virile seed~.”

Those seductive murmurs wipe all thoughts from Krvavy’s mind, her pieces clumsily and tactlessly moved across the board. Pleasure pulses through her prodigious prick as the magical construct clinging around her cock picks up its pace, bouncing faster and squeezing with even more strength, its slick tunnel vibrating so vigorously. It is only a matter of time until the muscles in her midsection go tense, clawed toes curling against the hardwood floor. A delicate thumb strokes across her tight sack as it clenches close to her body. “Hahhhnnh~...!”

The far end of that cylindrical pseudo-pussy toy bulges and distends as thick ropes of creamy cum shoot from this Drakling’s dick, her oversized shaft erupting with the intensity of a geyser. That translucent false-flesh can hardly contain even a single spurt, stretched to its limits before bouncing back and forming a rounded globe-like shape... which grows and grows with each passing second.

White static tingles all around Krvavy. In her vision, in her mind, in her limbs. Ecstasy washes over her in waves, like water at the beach. Steady, strong. But not too intense. Relaxing, calming even...

“My, my, my~...!” The Countess’ hot breath continues to gently caress Krvavy’s ear, along with her beautifully lewd and elegantly seductively whispered words. “Even after last night, you still release so much~...! Truly impressive~...! My, what a stud you are~...! So strong, so virile, so –~...!”

“Check. Mate.” A sharp clack underlines Vera’s cold and icy voice.

Both of the Countess’ delicate hands glide up the projected and glowing length of this mana construct, wrapping her delicate fingers around the very tip of this Drakling’s still-stiff shaft, pulling tighter and tighter until that cum-filled orb separates from the now motionless pseudo-pussy toy. “How was that for a distraction, my Draconic paramour~?” Arrogance and amusement alike twinkle through her amethyst eyes as she carelessly places that seed-stuffed balloon aside.

Krvavy’s shoulders go slack as she slumps back in her seat, taking a moment to just relax and enjoy the lingering bliss “Haahhh~... It was fucking great~...” She honestly admits, rolling her head to the side and grinning down at the gorgeous noblewoman who very much deserves to be smug. “You really took it as – haahh~... – as a challenge when I said that you were going easy on me, huh~...?”

“Perhaps~.” The elegant half-Elf playfully states, those pointy ears of hers wiggling just a bit. “Or maybe I simply wanted to help my dear maid win a round~?”

Vera’s pale, pinkish-white lips press together into an adorable pout, as if this albino maid was annoyed at the insinuation that she needed help to win. Which she may well be, had her Lady not been the one to say that...

“You are surprisingly good at this game, Krvavy.” The Countess genuinely compliments, a warm smile filling her alluring and aristocratic face. “Would you like to play me next?”

The Drakling heavily exhales. “Sure...” Even if she isn’t really into this chess-like game, it helps to pass the time. And it is better than playing against this maid over and over and over again.

“Wonderful~.” Rina taps one of the four white gems decorating the golden band of her magical toy. That lewd pseudo-pussy trembles and begins to slowly move once more, applying a gentle sucking pressure all along the length of Krvavy’s colossal cock. “What~? It will not be a serious game, so we may as well have fun with it~.”

Vera derisively rolls her pale pink eyes. At the Drakling who is enough of a degenerate to be shamelessly getting off on this, not the Countess. Never the Countess.

But, regardless of who that gesture is aimed at... Rina still sees it. “Now dear, I have not forgotten you~.” Quite gracefully, this utterly nude noblewoman scoots along the couch bench, stopping roughly half way between her bodyguard and her maid. Those black painted lips of hers twist into an undeniably perverse smile as she subtly gestures down with her chin, stocking clad thighs spreading open as she comes to rest at the very edge of her seat.

The ever-present flush that fills Vera’s face flares up even further, her normally snow-white skin completely hidden beneath a brightly burning blush. She shoots Krvavy one last hateful glare before swiftly slipping down beneath this table.

Rina’s Elf-like ears wiggle so wonderfully, those pearl earrings of hers dancing with joy. Unable to help herself, she lovingly pats the head of the girl kneeling between her legs, before taking Vera’s thick glasses and placing them onto the table. There is no need for those lovely spectacles to get in the way~. “If you do not mind,” she casually meets Krvavy’s gaze, “could we talk business while playing?”

Krvavy quirks a brow, pausing partway through resetting the board. “Depends on what you mean by that. But, yeah, I... I guess...?”

“It is nothing serious.” Rina reassures, casually aiding Krvavy in putting those pieces back into their places. “It is just that you are my bodyguard on this trip, and I can only guess where your talents lie.” Once everything is ready, the Countess makes her opening move... sliding an ivory pawn two tiles forward. “I will not pry if you do not wish, and will not scry you either, as your real role here is more to be my entertainment than to protect me, but curiosity is curiosity. And, for good or ill, you have quite thoroughly caught my eye.”

A rosy hue still colours Krvavy’s cheeks, refusing to fade or otherwise grow faint as long as that lewd toy continues to massage her colossal cock. But those placid pulses of pleasure, wonderful they may be, aren’t anywhere near intense enough to risk her mind wandering away from this conversation.

“Oh, sure, yeah.” The Drakling idly nods. “I’m good with talking about that. If you’re alright with me keeping a few secrets, of course~.” She playfully winks, trying to make that comment seem flirty and friendly instead of suspicious. Krvavy doesn’t exactly want to sit here and lie her ass off, but there are some things she really shouldn’t tell anyone. Like the fact that she is the Champion of a God.

The Countess’ lips, painted such a deep shade of purple that they may as well be black, curl into a soft smile. “Of course, of course.” She easily agrees, gracefully waving a hand through the air. “I myself have many secrets that I wish to keep close to my heart, some quite personal and others more a matter of state. It would be hypocritical of me to demand complete transparency but refuse to be transparent myself. So that is no problem at all: do not feel compelled to answer any question you do not wish to.”

Again, Krvavy nods, slowly and almost cautiously pushing ones of her own pawns forward. “Alright. Ask away then.”

The very tip of a delicate finger trails along the edge of this checkered board, that game given less attention than the conversation at hand. “To begin... I am curious as to what your Class is.”

“Oh.” Krvavy furrows her brow, the faintest of frowns finding its way onto her pale lips. Though not because of anything she may want to hide. “It... is probably not one you’ve ever heard of before, but... I’m a Spite-Fang. It’s a bit of a Drakling thing, I suppose? I used to be a Barbarian, which is a lot more straightforward, but... Really, being a Spite-Fang isn’t all that different. I’d say that it is pretty much the same, just with a bit more of a focus on using magic as well as, well, physical might.”

“My, that explains your axe then, yes~?” A soft click can be heard as Rina moves her second piece. Another pawn. “A magic focused barbarian... How quaint~. And speaking of magic... What schools do you favour, and where do your affinities lie?”

“Well...” The Drakling trails off, staring intently at the checkered chess-like board in front of her. Most people can only cast a couple different types of magic, so being completely honest here risks outing the abnormally high – completely maxed – affinities that she has due to her Divine Potential. “Believe it or not, but I’m actually best with Earth Magic.”

Rina doesn’t seem even slightly surprised to hear that. “Yes, I suspected as much. It would be rather mad to use a School of magic that you are hardly adept with to carve a home from solid stone.” Despite the lewd ministrations of her maid, this noblewoman’s tone remains so steady and casual, not a hint of pleasure to be heard in her words. Really, if it wasn’t for the white-haired head subtly moving between her thighs, then there would be absolutely no way to tell that anything untoward is even occurring...

For her to be so composed...

Just how often does the Countess do this sort of thing, focusing her attention elsewhere while getting eaten out by her beautiful, if a bit too bratty, maid...? Is this how Rina eases the pain of having to deal with all of the paperwork that she has been burdened with...? Is... is it normal for this regal and dignified half-Elf to enjoyed such meticulous ministrations while holding a conversation with someone who is... or at least would presumably be... unaware of that albino’s presence...?

“Yeah, uhm...” The Drakling suddenly shakes her head, pushing those distracting thoughts aside... face flushing a fair bit and cock throbbing within the tight construct that continues to steadily suckle on her swollen shaft. “My affinity for Earth Magic is high enough that it kind of bleeds over into Nature Magic. Hence why I wear this,” she gestures to the leafy bracelet on her left – and otherwise bare – wrist. “Well, it was also a gift from Beryl.”

“Is it enchanted in some manner?” The Countess curiously raises a single delicate eyebrow, looking at that woven band of twigs and vines in a new light.

A slight smile plays at Krvavy’s pale lips, her thumb affectionately brushing over this mildly mossy bracelet of hers. “Nope. Not at all.” She easily answers. “As far as I’m aware, it is literally just a normal, completely mundane plant. It’s just easier to grow something out of an existing plant than, well, out of nothing. I guess that having this little shortcut here shows just how ‘skilled’ I am with this stuff~.”

Rina... actually seems a little disappointed to hear that. “I see. Sometimes the truth is in plain sight, residing within the easier and far more boring answer.” The noblewoman softly shakes her head. “And what of Beast Magic? Did you learn Calm Creature purely from necessity?” Another piece quietly clacks into the board as it is carelessly moved forward. Rina hardly seems to be paying any attention at all to that game, focused more on Krvavy and this conversation... much to the misfortune of her pieces, an ivory knight quickly getting captured.

“More or less, yeah.” Krvavy confirms, shrugging a little lazily. “And other than a bit of Fire Magic – mostly just to breathe fire. You know, typical dragon stuff~ – that’s pretty much it.” None of the other kinds of magic that she can cast are really important enough to mention, and she is definitely not going to admit to using Blood Magic. For obvious reasons. “What about you?”

“You wish to know of my magical affinities?” Motes of cold, purple flames suddenly spark to life around the table. Those violet embers dance and sway in the air as all other light fades away, leaving the inside of this carriage utterly dark and oppressive. A crown of purple fire soon bursts into being above the Countess’ head, making her dark raven hair glimmering with a shimmering sheen. “My, those are state secrets, you know~?”

The Drakling can’t help but shudder, a shivering sensation shooting along her spine. Though to say that she is intimidated wouldn’t be entirely accurate. Sure, Krvavy can feel something pressing against her Composure, trying to get her to freeze up and cower, but... Honestly, this show of power is more arousing than anything.

The soft, purple light dancing across Rina’s bright and vibrantly coloured skin... The gentle swaying of her long hair from a nonexistent breeze... The literal glow of her intense amethyst eyes... The husky, almost seductive tone she spoke in...

“In all seriousness...” The darkness and accompanying oppressive pressure lifts in an instant, those purple flames flickering out of existence one by one. “I am most adept with Arcane Magic.” Rina plainly states, holding a finger up and allowing a small violet sphere of glowing mana to appears at its delicate tip, above her manicured nail. “But my heritage affords me a decent affinity for Shadow Magic as well.” Wisps of solid black curl around that small orb, smothering its light.

“Huh.” Krvavy blinks, honestly feeling a little surprised by how completely unsurprising that is. “I feel like I really should have guessed as much.”

“Perhaps~.” A playful smile graces that elegant half-Elf’s face. She twitches slightly, almost imperceptibly, as the maid mostly hidden beneath this table changes tactics, perhaps focusing a bit more on the Countess’ clit. “I dabble in other varieties of magic as well, but none to as serious a degree as I do with Arcane. It is an immensely versatile school. And an immensely complicated one. Though, much to my displeasure, I hardly have the time to practice my magics, let alone to study and learn more... So do forgive me for taking this opportunity to flex my arcane might. Dramatizing what would otherwise be mundane moments is half the reason I had even bothered to learn Shadow Magic, even with my affinity for it~.”

“Honestly, I’d probably do the same.” Krvavy admits, gently shaking her head. “What’s the other half though?”

“Convenience, security, necessity. Whatever you may call it depends entirely on your point of view.” Rina responds, idly moving a piece across the board. Her black painted lips part for an almost imperceptible gasp, giving her reason to reach down and lovingly pat her sweet, submissive servant on the head. “It... is a school focused around obfuscation. And that is, unfortunately, quite useful in dealing with the social dance that is living in high society... I cannot stress enough just how advantageous it is to be able to separate sound and have a truly private conversation with someone, even whilst in the middle of a crowd.”

The Drakling nods. “Makes sense.” Krvavy isn’t focusing entirely on the game in front of her, but she is clearly paying more attention to it than Rina. She moves an ebony knight forward, capturing an ivory mage, and –

“Checkmate~.”

Krvavy blinks quite blankly, completely caught off guard as the Countess calmly slides a bishop into a spot that none of her pieces can reach, and where it has direct access to her king. Which in turn has nowhere to go that wouldn’t get it immediately captured...

Rina slowly leans forward, those pink and pointy ears of hers wiggling with amusement as her chin comes to on an elegant hand, that elbow in turn pressing into the smooth tabletop. “I must apologize for being so underhanded~.” The warmth that fills her melodic voice makes her ‘apology’ sound less than sincere, yet still so earnest... “Sacrificing pieces simply to lure you into a false sense of security is far, far dirtier than I usually play~. But I thought that it would be fun~.” She all but moans that word, amethyst eyes gleaming like the bright gems that they are. “Plus, it allowed me to test your skills~.”

Krvavy’s heart flutters, cock twitching within the tight and massaging embrace of the lewd toy still sheathing her shaft. She weakly bites the inside of her cheek, struggling to not gaze down into the captivating sight of the Countess cleavage, which is almost certainly intentionally being put on full display... those perfect, pink tits squishing against this table... “Well... How’d I do~...?”

“Despite your loss, I am fairly impressed~.” Rina freely praises, reaching her other hand past that cluttered, checkered board to gently brush her dainty fingers over the barbarian’s blushing cheek. “You have a firm grasp of tactics, avoiding most of the traps that I set and never needlessly sacrificing a piece, as I did~. Though you were not perfect, missing a few weak spots – such as the one that ended our game – and neglecting the overall grand strategy, to a degree~. Still, you played wonderfully, my Draconic paramour, especially since you were distracted all the while~.”

Krvavy shudders slightly, almost feeling sad as Rina’s soft fingertips pull away from her face. She is, once again, reminded of just how dangerous this beautiful, oh so very beautiful, noblewoman is...

“Would you like to go another round~?” Innuendo drips from Rina’s undeniably seductive tone, almost as if she isn’t talking about the chess-like game that they just played... “Or would you like to try something new~? You must be growing bored of this one, what with how you and Vera spent all of yesterday playing it together~.”

Heat wells up within the barbarian’s body. The magical construct clinging to her cock isn’t nearly intense enough to get her off, but it is still fanning the flames of her lust. And without the mildly professional conversation to distract her...

“Have you played backgammon before~? Or would you prefer a miniature wargame~? I suspect that would be more interesting to you~.” The pink-skinned half-Elf slowly leans back and away from the table. Her vibrant breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath that she takes, betraying the depth of her arousal. Those playful, half-lidded eyes of hers seem to stare directly into Krvavy’s soul. That she quite clearly saw where the Drakling just glanced definitely helps with that. “We should have time for a full game before lunch rolls around~. So, how about it~?”

“I~...” Krvavy bites her bottom lip, black-scaled fingers finding their way onto the magically projected false-flesh that surrounds her stiff shaft, giving that pseudo-pussy a good and rough squeeze.

“What is the matter~? Cat got your tongue~?” Rina openly teases, stretching her arms straight above her head, those perfect tits of hers jiggling so beautifully in the process. “Alright, I will give you a minute to think~.”

Without any more warning than that, Rina reaches under this table and drags her fully clothed maid out from beneath it.

Vera simply shudders, her normally pale face flushed an intense shade of scarlet, cheeks and chin left glistening with her Lady’s lewd liquids. Obedient as she is, this bratty albino lets herself be treated like a doll, arms and legs moved into better positions as she is pulled into her Mistress’ lap. “Hhhmh~...!” That joyous moan can hardly be heard, pinkish-white lips claimed by the Countess that she so adores.

The unfolded table is haphazardly bumped, the many loose pieces placed on top of it shifting and skidding to the side, only a few toppling over. But not a single soul here cares about that.

A delicate, pink-skinned hand trails up this eager maid’s back, glancing over the frills that decorate her venerable uniform. She trembles and shamelessly moans into her Lady’s mouth as those graceful fingers dance across the thin strip of skin visible above the lacy collar of her dignified dress, playing with the roots of her snow-white hair and threatening to loosen her professionally neat bun.

Krvavy abruptly shakes her head, snapping free from the daze that this wonderful sight left her in. Her cock throbs as she lazily moves the pseudo-pussy toy up and down, slowly fucking its tight and massaging hole.

“Hhaah~!” Vera gasps as her head is rather roughly pulled back, leaving her hazy pink eyes gazing straight up at the ceiling.

“Well~?” Rina calmly asks, confidently meeting Krvavy’s gaze.

The barbarian audibly gulps. “We can... we can try a wargame, I guess~...?”

“Splendid~.” A light clap echoes through this cozy carriage cabin, the Countess’ hands clasping together... arms wrapped around her maid’s waist. “Vera, would you be so kind as to get that ready for us~?”

The lust-addled maid doesn’t immediately respond, more than happy to remain where half on top of the Countess, as she currently is. Her flushed face scrunches quite unhappily as she processes that order, black-smudged lips twisting into a bratty pout.

“Go on, dear~.” Rina gives her personal maid an encouraging pat on the ass, hand lingering on the girl’s covered rear a little too long to be proper. “Do not keep us waiting~.”

Vera silently sighs as she slips out of her Lady’s lap. She shoots Krvavy a squinted glare and snatches her glasses up off of the table. With hardly a single noise, she quickly returns the chess-like game back to its box and all but storms off, with said box in hand.

“She is just so adorable, yes~?” A slight thump follows the noblewoman’s teasing question, making it obvious that Vera heard her despite being in the next room over. Not that that means much, in this relatively cramped carriage. “Now, it will take a few minutes to set everything up, so~... How do you feel about dealing with our shared problem~?”

The Countess’ beautiful body presses back against the barbarian’s side. Her graceful hands gently grab at the glowing pseudo-pussy, a single thumb brushing over one of the gems that decorate its golden band, causing it and the three others to all flash in unison.

“Hhha~!” Rina lewdly gasps, suddenly feeling everything that toy does.