Ch43: Hanging Around Home ♥
Morning Wood, Blowjob (Double & Forced), Forced Kissing, Cum-Swapping
It is taking a while, but Leanna is gradually getting used to the discomfort that comes with using her IVR device so frequently. It will never really be a pleasant experience, but she’ll take a dull throbbing sensation just behind her eyes over the splitting headaches that it gave her before.
Unfortunately, the mental strain is only a fraction of the pain that she has to suffer through just to use that torture chair. Sitting almost completely still for hours and hours on end tends to leave even the most able-bodied person feeling incredibly stiff and sore.
But there is nothing Leanna can do about that. At least nothing short of buying a new, and far more comfortable, IVR device. And she could barely afford her current one, despite how old it already was...
Lucky for her, she doesn’t have to go that far. Because all of the aches and pains that thing leaves her with are honestly not that bad. Especially since she doesn’t exactly feel any discomfort when inside of the game. And she is only exiting out to have something to eat or to sleep. If she somehow found the time to play before going to work... well, that would be a different story.
And not one that she needs to worry about right now. Leanna has the day off, after all.
Which is... amazing. More than she could really ask for. That unexpected fire has basically given her a few weeks of vacation. Maybe an entire month if she pushes it. Not in real time, of course, but her mind can’t exactly tell the difference in that simulation. So she’ll still be back to work tomorrow, it is just that tomorrow won’t be coming any time soon.
Unable to keep the smile off her face, Leanna makes herself as comfortable as she can in her IVR device, heart beating with anticipation as the headset descends on her.
The first thing that Krvavy feels when she reenters the game is a gentle tongue trailing up her dick. Waves of bliss slowly roll through her very being. So wonderfully relaxing~...
Her eyes lazily flutter open, revealing a rather surprising sight.
“Oh, ya’re finally awake~?” Beryl teasingly purrs, silver-blonde strands of hair poking between her fingers as she gently but firmly holds Thea’s head in place. “Ah was just helping yer girl ‘ere practice pleasin’ ya~!”
The bratty noble girl’s face is filled with a mix of hate and shame as she glares up at Krvavy, cheeks burning a bright red colour. Her cute little tongue presses past her pouty lips, delicately touching the Drakling’s dick and trembling slightly as it moves in small circling motions.
That sight simply turns Krvavy on even more, causing her cock to twitch and throb against the girl’s adorably bratty face.
Which in turn causes Thea’s lip to curl up in disgust. The girl closes her beautiful blue eyes and does her best to completely ignore the barbarian. While still licking at that thick pillar of meat standing tall in front of her.
Krvavy softly shakes her head. “How did you convince her to do this?” She incredulously asks.
“Ah ‘ave my ways~!” Beryl teases, before giving an actual answer. “She doesn’t want ya ta use ‘er, ta take ‘er maidenhood like ya did wit’ me, so she’d rather service ya on ‘er own terms. Bit foolish, but kinda cute~! Ya should’a seen ‘ow bashful she was~! It’s like she ‘as a crush on ya~!”
Thea’s eyes suddenly shoot open, burning with fury. “I DO NOT, YOU HORRID CRONE! I HAVE TO SACRIFICE MY DIGNITY TO MAINTAIN MY PURITY! I HATE THIS VILE BEAST!”
“Sure, sure~.” Beryl dismissively says, her toned arms tensing up as she forcibly keeps Thea from pulling back. The tomboyish Elf’s eyes gleam mischievously before she suddenly slams the silver-blonde brat’s face down, pressing the girl into Krvavy’s hefty sack and mostly muffling the hate-filled shouting that follows. “Oh, my dearest love, let me finish ya off~! Then we can spend the day wit’ each other, like ya promised~!”
Before Krvavy can really react to that, Beryl moves up and wraps her lips around the head of her stiff rod, gently suckling at the tip. One hand leaves Thea’s head to begin stroking the girthy shaft, nimble fingers trailing over its many ridges, further adding to the pleasure of the steady vibrations and warmth provided by Thea’s muffled anger.
Krvavy has no idea how long these two had been working her length before she woke up, but she is already at the edge and it is only a matter of moments before she unloads into Beryl’s waiting mouth.
The tanned tomboy audibly gulps down Krvavy’s thick cream, struggling to handle that large load.
Pleasure pulses through the Drakling. Nimble fingers caress her colossal cock, coaxing out spurt after spurt. Her hefty sack clenches and trembles, spoiled by the sensation of soft lips pressed against them, even if unwillingly.
Beryl pulls herself back just a few seconds after the last creamy rope erupts from Krvavy’s cock. Opening her mouth, the Elf shows that she still has a fair bit of cum that wasn’t swallowed, before winking playfully.
“Ugh!” Thea groans out as Beryl drags her head up and away from Krvavy’s virile balls. The bratty noble’s eyes go wide in shock as she sees Beryl’s open mouth and the cum dripping down that Elf’s chin. “You would not dare! Let go of meeahmmph?!”
Thea’s response is muffled as Beryl’s lips press against her own, the tanned tomboy forcibly kissing the bratty blonde. Thea is not happy about Beryl sharing that reward with her, but the silver-blonde noble is far too weak to push the brunette Elf off of her, so she has no choice but to simply let it happen.
Beryl suddenly pulls back and grabs Thea’s face with both of her hands, forcing the girl’s mouth shut and pinching her nose closed. Thea stares hatefully, before begrudgingly swallowing the mouthful of thick cream Beryl forced on her. “Good girl~! Oh, wha’ a good girl~!” The Elf coos and praises the brat, releasing her grip and letting Thea breathe freely again.
“Guh!” Thea makes an annoyed noise as she falls back, coughing and gagging dramatically. “Y-you! Harlot!”
The tanned tomboyish Elf pats Thea on the head before using a finger to gently wipe some cum off the bratty nobles chin, bringing it up to her own mouth.
“Oh, dearest love~! Ya really ‘ave such a wonderful girl ‘ere~!” Beryl lovingly laughs out. “She needs some work, but Ah can see ‘er servin’ ya wonderfully~! But ya must be hungry after all o’ tha’! So come on, Ah’ll get ya some breakfast!”
“So... this is your garden?”
“Aye, it will be.” Beryl calmly responds.
The barbarian steps over a small stream of water – one fed by the magical spring all the way above in her respawn point cave – and follows her Elf over towards a patch of tilled soil. A few little green stems are already sprouting from that rich and darkly coloured dirt.
That Beryl decided to set up her garden in this part of the grotto is a little surprising. Krvavy expected her to choose a spot right next to the lake, or at least much closer to it than up here on this slightly raised cliff. Suppose that little stream will give her all the water she needs anyway...
“What are you growing?” Krvavy asks the tomboy, who is more than happy to answer.
“At the moment, just a few herbs and wild vegetables.” Beryl replies, sounding quite peaceful and content. “Ah’d also like ta plant some berry bushes around yer grotto, and introduce a few trees, if tha’ is alright wit’ ya?”
“Of course, you basically have free reign down here. This place is as much yours as it is mine.”
Beryl brightly beams, happily hugging onto Krvavy’s strong body. “Oh, my dearest love~! Ya spoil me~! Ah’ll make it all as beautiful as Ah can fer ya~!”
Krvavy smiles back as she ruffles the tomboyish Elf’s short and already rather messy hair. “So what would you like me to do? This is your day, after all.”
The tanned Wood Elf blushes lightly, shaking her head a little. “Ah’d like ta add a few more plots around ‘ere. It’ll be good ta ‘ave more food fer ya girls. So ‘ere, take this hoe tha’ Ah made.”
Without much fanfare, or even any teasing, Beryl picks up a long wooden tool from the ground and hands it to Krvavy. The thing looks a bit crude, as if it had been grown from a tree, but it is still quite solid and sturdy.
“If ya do a good job~,” Beryl’s blue-green eyes twinkle with a mischievous playfulness, “then maybe ya’ll even earn yerself a reward~...! So go on, my dearest love, get ta work~!”
“Ya’re so strong~! Even wit’ my magic it would’a taken me days ta do all o’ tha’!” The Wood Elf woman lovingly coos as she kneads and massages Krvavy’s stiff shoulders.
After a few hours of digging in dirt, the two of them decided to clean up and take some time to relax in the hot spring. This is a pretty good reward in its own right.
“You still did a whole lot more than me though. I didn’t really do much beyond tearing up the ground.” Krvavy responds with a bit of a shrug.
“Aye, but tha’ is ‘ard work fer me. Ah couldn’t’ve done all tha’ so quickly like ya did!” Beryl earnestly replies, more than willing to compliment and flatter her love.
Krvavy knows that the Elf will keep praising and stroking her ego if this goes on, so she shakes her head and changes the topic. “You said something about hunting earlier?”
“Hmm? Oh, aye, Ah did.” The Elf idly states, focusing more of her energy on the kneading massage that she is lavishing her lover with. “Ah was thinkin’ about ‘ow ya use rocks. And, well, if it works fer ya then it works fer ya. But Ah ‘ad an idea on ‘ow ta make yer ‘untin’ a bit more... effective. At least fer bigger prey. If ya’d like ta ‘ear it.”
“Sure, go ahead.” Krvavy quickly replies. Why wouldn’t she listen to her much more experienced Elf’s advice?
“Well... ‘ave ya tried usin’ spears, or javelins, ta ‘unt instead?” Beryl carefully asks. As if not wanting to imply that Krvavy is stupid for not considering such a basic – and primitive – thing. “We can try makin’ some together. Ya can shape stone fer the ‘eads, and Ah can shape wood fer the shafts.”
That... is actually a great idea. “Yeah, we can do that. After we have lunch though. I’m getting a bit hungry.”
Beryl presses herself up against Krvavy’s back, making a happy humming noise as she does so. The slightly stiff nubs of her nipples squish against the Drakling’s black scales and pale skin as she shifts to using her pert tits in her affectionate massage. “Yer not too ‘ungry now, are ya? Can’t we stay ‘ere and relax together a bit longer?”
Krvavy chuckles lightly at that. This Elf can be so wonderfully clingy~. “Sure.”
A pleasant warmth fills the barbarian’s stew-filled belly as she and Beryl descend down from the platform that is their home, heading to the grotto far below. This tomboyish Elf is honestly a lot more pleasant to spend time with compared to Thea, that ever-pouting brat. Or Khalia. But that isn’t really a fair comparison. The Orc is... still just as unresponsive now as she was when Krvavy first brought her home...
“You know four types of magic, huh?” Krvavy idly asks the Elf, taking her mind off of the Orc’s unfortunate fate to satisfy her curiosity.
“Ach, not truly.” Beryl responds.
Krvavy came into this game utterly blind, without even a lick of knowledge about the setting or lore or anything really. Which seems to have been intentional on the devs part...? There wasn’t exactly a wiki or lore book for her to read. But she wants to change that. She wants to know more about this world, or really the system that governs it. One of her traits for being a player character is to have maxed affinity for everything, and that is obviously pretty powerful, but she doesn’t know just how powerful it is. Some games put heavy limits on how much a character can do, at least skill wise, and others don’t. She doesn’t know what category this game falls into.
“What do you mean?”
“Ach, well, ya know. Affinities and all.” Beryl replies with a shrug.
That doesn’t really help. But maybe Krvavy can work with it?
“I’m not sure if I do,” Krvavy begins, “at least not the same as you do. You are an Elf, all wise and stuff. Your people probably understand all that better than mine do. So, why don’t you explain it to me?”
“Oh, sorry. Ah didn’t think o’ tha’.” The tanned tomboy sheepishly admits. “Affinities... They are, well, the rate tha’ ya learn things. Everyone ‘as different affinities, though bloodlines and races do tend ta share some similarities amongst them. Ya wit’ me?”
“Yes.” Krvavy quickly responds. That little bit of info is more or less what she had already assumed.
Beryl nods once before continuing. “As ya level up a skill yer affinity fer it will decrease, get worse, so it’ll take longer ta level it up again. But tha’ isn’t all, as learning other skills will decrease the affinity fer the ones ya already know. Think of it all as a... a sponge. There is only so much wa’er it can hold, and the wetter it is the less wa’er it’ll pick up. Sorry if tha’ isn’t the best example. Ah don’t really know ‘ow ta explain it.”
“No, that’s alright. I think I get what you are trying to say.” And if Krvavy understands Beryl correctly, then her Divine Potential is... really overpowered. Being able to learn so many different things without kneecapping her other skills is good enough, but this ensures that she will keep levelling up, keep getting stronger.
“Good. Ah’ve never been the best at explainin’ things or teachin’ people. Least not wit’ words.” Beryl admits with a shrug. “But then fer magic... Well, all o’ tha’ is even more noticeable. Yer lineage and race matters a whole lot more fer magical skills. Fer example, a Wood Elf like myself is almost guaranteed ta ‘ave miserable affinities fer things like Fire Magic, but we ‘ave a much ‘igher chance o’ ‘avin’ ‘igh affinities fer Nature Magic.”
That sounds like some sort of balancing thing to Krvavy, though more for the world building then game-play, considering that it doesn’t effect her, the player, and all. It also makes Divine Potential feel even more overpowered, especially for mage builds...
“Tha’ isn’t all though,” the tomboyish Elf continues on, “as learning one school o’ magic really knocks down ya affinities fer all the others. And tha’ only gets worse the more schools ya know. Because o’ tha’ most people who ‘ave it in them ta learn magic can only progress in two o’ them.”
“But you know four.” Krvavy points out.
“Ach, it isn’t tha’ simple.” Beryl replies with a shake of her head. “There is... a fair bit o’ bleed over between the schools. Ah only truly ‘ave an affinity fer Nature and Beast Magics, but both o’ those are intertwined with Earth, Wind, and Wa’er. So my capability with those three schools is limited ta wha’ is close ta where my true affinities lie.”
Beryl suddenly stretches her arms high above her head, drawing Krvavy’s attention to her pert breasts. The Elf has really taken to the nudist life, it would seem, as she has no issue walking around like this and almost seems more comfortable without her clothes on. Krvavy doesn’t know if this tomboy is doing that for her own pleasure, or if she is trying to arouse Krvavy. Either way, it is honestly pretty hot.
“Fer Earth Magic,” the tomboyish Elf continues her lecture, causing Krvavy’s gaze to snap away from her lithe body, “my affinity is limited ta soil, wha’ the plants live upon, and is rather low... Less than ten percent, last Ah checked. It ‘as been a few decades since it ‘as last levelled up. My affinity fer it started at around forty percent, if ya’re wonderin’.”
“Is that normal?” Krvavy asks, as that affinity seems really low. Both what it started and especially its current amount. Beryl is only level thirteen in Earth Magic, so it had to have gone down really fast.
Beryl takes a moment to think before answering. “In a way? Most people don’t bother wit’ skills if their affinity fer it is too low, as it is a lot o’ work wit’ little reward. But Ah felt that being able ta make the soil better fer wha’ever is grown in them would be worth it. Ah was born ta a pair o’ farmers, don’t forget.”
That does make sense to Krvavy. If she started doing something and was given definitive evidence that she would never be good at it, no matter how hard she tries, then she’d just give up. It is kind of depressing to think of it that way... So... maybe it is better to think of it like ripping off a bandage? It gets the pain over with quickly instead of dragging it out, wasting so many years trying only to ultimately fail in the end.
Krvavy shakes her head lightly as she puts those thoughts behind her. “Well, what about the rest?” She asks. “You mentioned water magic, but you don’t have a skill for it.”
“Aye, my affinity fer it must be miserably low. Ah can do a bit o’ Water Magic, just ta make a small amount clean and safe ta drink, but tha’ isn’t enough ta get a skill.” Beryl answers with a shrug. “It’s an annoying thing, isn’t it? Only being able to really know yer affinity once ya get a skill fer it? At least ya know it is low if it takes ya ages ta get the skill in the first place, but it’d still be nice knowing before puttin’ in all tha’ effort.”
“Yeah,” Krvavy easily agrees. Even if it technically doesn’t work that way for her. She knows all her affinities are maxed, after all. “But I guess this way you have to try new things. If everyone already knew what they would be good at, then that is all they would do.”
“Oh, my dearest love~!” Beryl laughs out, gently slapping Krvavy’s arm. “Tha’ is what my Mam always told me when Ah complained as a kid! Almost word fer word!”
“Well, guess I am as wise as an Elf then.” Krvavy playfully returns, smiling down at her tanned tomboy.
“Ah wouldn’t call my Ma wise, but if ya say so~!” Beryl teases, before clearing her throat and getting back on topic. “Anyway, my affinity fer Wind Magic is much the same as fer Earth, just not quite as low. But as Ah said, Nature and Beast Magics is where my magical talents lie. They both started off around ninety percent and are still pretty ‘igh, with Nature being around eighty and Beast bein’ in the sixties.”
The tanned Wood Elf sighs, suddenly sounding a bit sad. “Ah really don’t use them as much as Ah should... Ah’m just letting all tha’ talent go ta waste...” She shakes her head and looks up to Krvavy, briefly locking eyes with the bigger barbarian. “Ah was a bit o’ a prodigy when Ah was younger, but... Well, ya know ‘ow life is. It takes ya places tha’ ya don’t expect it ta.”
The sudden somber mood causes the conversation to die down, as Beryl reminisces and Krvavy gives her some space to do so. She doesn’t know for certain what her Elf is thinking about, but she would be willing to bet that it at least relates to how Beryl lost the love of her life to slavers, and how she had to kill said love to put her out of her misery. And possibly about how she has also now been enslaved herself...
So Krvavy will give the Elf some peace and quiet to sort through those thoughts. No point in ruining Beryl’s day by being insensitive. Even if the Elf wouldn't really mind.
Beryl is quite clearly just happy to spend time with Krvavy.