Ch37: Heading Out On A ‘Big’ Adventure

“You are disgusting.” Thea plainly states, sitting on the piled up bedding with her arms crossed over the blankets that she has wrapped herself in.

Beryl barely pays attention to the brat. A soft, happy smile fills her face as she rather calmly rests on the ground, knees pressing into a folded sheet. Not a single piece of clothing covers her athletic figure, letting the firelight freely dance across her caramel coloured skin. “Oh? Really, ‘ow so...?” She absentmindedly replies.

“How so?!” Thea incredulously parrots the Elf, almost immediately losing her patience. “Knife-eared crone! You are trying to... to milk that beasts manhood into your stew!”

“Aye, and ‘ow is tha’ disgustin’?” Beryl questions, one hand purposefully stroking Krvavy’s cock while the other holds her bowl at the tip of the barbarians length. Her blue-green eyes remain staring up at Krvavy the entire time.

Beryl had insisted on doing this, all but forcing Krvavy into using Sculpt Stone to make a stool to sit on. Krvavy would have been fine with just standing around as this tomboyish Elf jerked her off, but Beryl wanted her to be as comfortable as possible...

“If it comes from my dearest love then it can’t be disgustin’.” The tanned tomboy casually continues. “This thick and virile seed o’ ‘ers is rich and creamy. It’d be great in a stew! Besides, ya gave me this idea. Thank ya fer tha’, by the way.”

“I was warning you of what this monster made me do! What made your senile mind think it was a good idea!? To willingly take that vile s-stuff into you!?” The bratty noble indignantly whines.

The Wood Elf pulls her gaze away from Krvavy’s stiff rod, glaring critically at Thea. “Ya should be thankful tha’ she deigned ta even grace ya with ‘er seed in the first place! Tha’ she was willin’ ta waste this precious cream on one as irreverent as ya! Just look at ‘er! Look at this beautiful Dragon! She is prime breeding stock! The perfect stud! Every load she wastes on ya could’a been the strongest, healthiest, and best child this world’ll ever see!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU EATING IT!?” Thea frustratedly shouts out. “Senile crone! It is disgusting either way, but that makes even less sense! You are insane! Mad! Derange and demented!”

Krvavy lightly moans under her Elf’s ministrations, drawing Beryl’s attention back to the barbarian’s cock. “My dearest love doesn’t want children. Not yet.” She offhandedly replies. “That is ‘er choice, and Ah’ll respect it. But Ah don’t want ‘er seed ta just go ta waste. Ta just splatter uselessly on the ground. No, Ah’ll show it proper respect, savourin’ it as much as Ah can.”

Thea’s response dies on her lips as Krvavy grunts and unloads into Beryl’s bowl. The bratty noble gives up with an annoyed groan, obviously tired of arguing with the fanatically love-struck Elf.

Krvavy ruffles Beryl’s short hair as the tomboy’s nimble hands caress every last drop of thick cream from her. Bliss swirls through her mind as she slowly descends down from that peak of pleasure. Her still mostly hard cock twitches in her Elf’s massaging hands.

Even though Krvavy was mildly out of it, that doesn’t mean she wasn’t listening. And even though the argument is now over, she kind of finds herself agreeing with Thea. It is a little odd that this tomboy of an Elf holds her cum in such high regard, almost worshipping it. How much of that is from the collar, and how much is from the Elf herself? Beryl did say that her kind don’t breed easily, so could it be some cultural thing of not wanting any waste? If so, then it surely must have been heavily exaggerated by the collars influence.

Frankly, the fact that this sex slave of a Wood Elf seems to be such a... cumslut... really shouldn’t be a surprise. Not with how perverted the devs of this game seem to be...

Pushing those idle thoughts aside and focusing on what she wanted to talk about before that lewd detour, Krvavy addresses the Elf who is eagerly eating her freshly seasoned stew. “I’d like you to watch over this place, okay? Keep these two safe.”

“Aye, Ah’ll do that. This is yer home and these are yer girls. Ya needn’t even ask me ta protect them.” Beryl seriously states, placing her spoonful of stew down in the bowl. “But why are ya asking such an obvious thing o’ me?”

“Well... I like going outside and wandering around, enjoying the outdoors and getting a lay of the land. But I can’t exactly go out very far if I have to worry about these two.” Krvavy explains with a shrug.

“Oh, Ah understand.” The Elf nods her head. “Ya want me ta be a bodyguard o’ sorts fer them, right?”

“Kind of?” Krvavy shrugs again. “You’d probably have to cook for them too, as I don’t think Thea knows how to. It’s just... I don’t want to have to rush back home every night. It would be nice to be able to spend a few days out there if I want.”

“So Ah’d be more o’ a caretaker then? Tha’ shouldn’t be a problem. Ah can be a little housewife fer ya~!” Beryl teases, her bright eyes gleaming with joy. “But...” Her brow knits together as she gets a bit more serious. “Would these outin’s be somethin’ ya plan in advance? Not just ya being outside and decidin’ not ta come home tha’ night? And when do ya plan on doin’ tha’?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell you if I’m planning on staying out overnight.” Krvavy reassures her Elf, going so far as to give the tomboy a pat on the head. As if that was a preemptive apology for what she is about to say. “As for when... well that’d be today.”

Beryl immediately reacts just as Krvavy expected her to. “Wha’?!” She cries out in despair. “But Ah’ve barely spent any time wit’ ya!”

The barbarian takes a long, deep breath. That reaction right there is part of the reason why Krvavy wants to head out so soon. Though she will admit that Beryl does have a point. It hasn’t even been a full day since the two of them ‘met’, and they have barely had the chance to even start to get to know each other.

But still...

Krvavy could really use some time to herself. Some more time to herself. More than just a single day. Not that she has even been getting even that recently...

It would just be nice to truly be on her own for a bit. She isn’t the most social person. And, through no ones fault but her own, her home here is beginning to get a bit... stressful. Krvavy keeps worrying about the unresponsive state that her newly named Orc is in. Will ‘Khalia’ ever wake up? Dealing with Thea can be entertaining, but it can also be rather draining. Especially if the girl is on the verge of having a mental breakdown... Like she has been these past couple days. That brat is doing a bit better today, but that might change now that Beryl is around to get on her nerves.

And speaking of that Elf...

Beryl has a lot of energy. Her cheery attitude and intense level of affection is a bit much. And the fact that Krvavy enslaved her, even if by accident, also doesn’t help. That kind of sours the experience of having such a loving Elf...

Honestly, if this game had save files, Krvavy would consider going back and redoing that encounter to see if she could free the tomboy instead. Or, at the very least, she would try to see what Beryl is actually like without that collar messing with her mind. The Wood Elf woman has a rather tragic backstory, so if she honestly seemed depressed... Well, Krvavy would feel better about having claimed her. But that isn’t an option. Krvavy simply has to live with the hand that she has been dealt.

The barbarian softly shakes her head.

All of that just adds onto the real reason why Krvavy wants to head out today: she – Leanna specifically – only has enough time to play through a few more days before she’ll have to exit out of this game, just to go to bed. And she would much rather spend that time enjoying nature or even adventuring a little. She can deal with her girls later. On her day off. When her mind is well-rested and she is more up for some socializing.

So...

“Yeah, today.” Krvavy tells her Elf after an awkwardly long delay.

“How long will ya be gone fer?!” Beryl almost speaks over the barbarian as she worriedly and hastily asks that question.

“Hmm... I want to see how far out I can make it in a day,” Krvavy slowly begins, “then I think I’ll turn around and start heading back around midday... So it’ll probably take me three days in total.”

“Three days!? Ya will be gone and Ah won’t see ya fer three full days!?”

The fact that Beryl is getting so upset over this does make Krvavy feel a little guilty. But it also makes her feel even more certain about this decision. She has to go out. Not just to get time for herself, but so that Beryl can get used to being apart from her. The Elf can’t constantly be by Krvavy’s side.

“No. You just won’t see me tomorrow.” Krvavy tries reassuring her anxious Elf. “You’re seeing me right now, and you’ll see me when I get back in two days. In the evening. Maybe after the sun sets, if I’m a bit slow. Alright?”

“But we ‘aven’t even ‘ad...!” The Wood Elf protests, leaving that hanging in the air before quickly deciding to change tactics. “Yer girl, Theadosia, told me tha’ ya get all antsy and lose control if ya don’t get regular relief, so I’ll come wit’ ya ta help tha’!”

“No.” Krvavy firmly states, narrowing her eyes at the stubborn Elf.

“But ya’ll lose yer mind!” Beryl worriedly cries out, laying her hands on Krvavy’s legs in supplication.

“I will be fine.” Krvavy forcibly tells the love-struck tomboy, growing increasingly frustrated. And not in the way that Beryl is implying. “I’ve gone longer than that without ‘getting relief’ so don’t worry. I will be fine. Especially without any temptations around me. And look at the bright side: if I’m all pent up when I get come home, then I’ll want to completely and utterly ravish you.”

That does seem to reassure the tomboyish Wood Elf, letting her visibly relax a little, but she doesn’t give up just yet. “But what about the deer tha’ ya brought back? If ya just wait a few days ya’ll ‘ave some dried meat ta bring wit’ ya, ta keep ya from goin’ ‘ungry!”

Krvavy shakes her head, rejecting the idea. “I already have some jerky. Should be enough left to last me about three days too.”

Beryl looks up at Krvavy with big sad eyes, her lips pouting cutely as she continues begging. “Please? Ah just want ta spend more time wit’ ya...”

Leaning forwards, planting a kiss on the Elf’s forehead and ruffling her hair, Krvavy declines her once more. “It’ll just be a couple days. You can handle that. And when I get back we can spend some time together, alright? Until then... get to know that cute little brat over there. Or just make yourself at home here.”

The Elf deflates a bit as she begrudgingly accepts what Krvavy is saying. “Can ya at least tell me wha’ direction ya want ta ‘ead in? Ah promise that Ah won’t follow, it’s just that Ah might be able ta ‘elp ya, tell ya o’ anythin’ ta look out fer.”

“West, through the forest where I found you.” The barbarian easily replies. She found those woods to be quite beautiful, and a lot more interesting than the rocky hills surrounding her cave. Sure, Krvavy was just down there yesterday, but she didn’t really get to experience those woodlands all that much. She was far too focused on chasing down that deer. Before getting lured into a smoking hellscape.

Beryl pouts a bit at that, probably thinking that she could easily show Krvavy around the forest that she has been living in for a while. But again, the mind-controlled Elf accepts defeat. “There shouldn’t be anythin’ too dangerous fer ya out tha’ way. There’ll be some beasts tha’d normally be a danger, but they’ll smell ya and keep their distance.”

The way that the Elf said that feels odd to Krvavy. “What do you mean?”

The tanned Wood Elf raises an eyebrow, genuinely looking a little confused. “Ya’re Dragon-blooded and ‘ave tha’ distinctive Dragony scent ta ya. The little beasties know better than ta get close ta anythin’ that smells like Dragon.”

“Stop fluffing up her ego!” Thea interjects, unable to stay quiet for any longer. “That monster is just an overgrown lizard, nothing more!”

Beryl looks critically at the bratty noble girl. “Irreverent girl,” she dismissively starts, “whether ya like it or not, my dearest love ‘ere is Draconic. Ah know tha’ ya little Humans get all indignant at the idea that one o’ the ‘Beast Races’ is undeniably superior ta ya in every way, but ya just ‘ave ta accept it.”

The bratty noble girl sneers at that. “You expect me to even consider that savage beast, who does not wear clothes and who lives in a cave, as ‘superior’ in any way? Your mind really must be rotting with age!”

“The mighty Dragons o’ old once ruled this world, ya know. Long before the Elvish Gods even existed. And even longer before ya pitiful Humans climbed yer way out of the filth and inta bein’.” Beryl derisively explains, talking down to Thea. “My dearest love ‘as the scent o’ a Dragon, so she is descended from them. Tha’ puts ‘er above ya, no contest.”

“Ugh, whatever! Bring up your old myths all you want, crone!” Thea rolls her eyes, completely dismissing Beryl.

“Well, guess I’d better get moving.” Krvavy announces, rising to her feet. She doesn’t have all day to sit around listening to those two argue.

“Wait!” Beryl desperately calls out, jumping up and clinging onto Krvavy. “Ah ‘ave some travel food in my bag tha’ ya can take wit’ ya! And Ah can give ya some tips fer foragin’! Wha’ ta eat and wha’ not ta!”

“Alright.” Krvavy has no reason to turn her Elf down. She needed to head up to the storage area to pick up the jerky anyway, so she doesn’t mind Beryl hugging up against her side for a little longer, frantically talking about various berries all the while.

That desperation is almost enough to make her regret wanting to leave.