Ch54: The Aftermath
After an indeterminate amount of time... Krvavy’s consciousness gradually begins to return.
Which is not, entirely, a good thing.
Because she is incredibly sore. A dull, throbbing pain echoes throughout her entire body, and every single one of her muscles feels like it is burning. But that discomfort isn’t much of a surprise. Frankly, it was expected. She did, after all, feel like shit when she respawned. Not to mention that she then had an entire marathon of sex with her Orc... before taking Thea’s virginity...
Guess all of that exercise finally caught up with her...
A warm weight weighs down on the barbarian’s body, the presence of which is rather comforting. Krvavy slowly opens her eyes to see the silver-blonde head of her little princess resting atop her breasts, with the both of them tucked beneath a blanket.
A smile forces its way onto Krvavy’s face before she even realizes it. The aching pain across her entire body is worth it, if just for this moment. One of her hands is resting on Thea’s back, so Krvavy slowly slides it up to stroke the girl’s hair. Thea’s braids are messy, hardly even there anymore, and there are quite a few tangled mats at the back of her head. But that hardly matters. Just stroking those beautiful locks of silvery gold hair causes Krvavy’s heart to flutter.
They both could really use a bath though... The smell of sex and sweat fills Krvavy’s nose. It isn’t exactly unpleasant, but she likes feeling clean. This–
Krvavy’s whole body tenses and freezes as she feels something between her legs. She nearly panics before recognizing what it is. A quick glance down past Thea’s sleeping form confirms her hunch. Khalia’s ass is sticking out from the bedsheet, wagging happily back and forth.
The Orc woman’s wide tongue trails along Krvavy’s softened cock. The sensation feels good, but the barbarian is completely spent, not hardening even slightly. Hopefully she’ll stay that way for the rest of the day this time. Khalia’s tongue leaves her, and a moment later Thea gasps in her sleep. Guess the Orc is cleaning the brat out. Though who knows how long Khalia has been under the blanket, so there might not even be any cum left inside the girl...
“Oh, ya’re awake, my dearest love?” Beryl’s gentle voice caresses Krvavy’s ears, coming from just out of her sight.
“Yeah...” Krvavy lazily yawns. Despite being rather sore, she feels more comfortable now than she ever has before... “How long was I out for?”
“Just a few hours. It is a bit past midday.” The Elf states as she squats down beside Krvavy’s head, a large bowl of stew in her hands. “Here, ya must be famished. Ah put extra meat in it fer ya.”
Beryl beams with joy as she begins to spoon-feed Krvavy, who doesn’t have the energy to protest that. Not that she really would. This is basically breakfast in bed served by a nude Elf who is doting on her. So why resist?
“Sorry about yer puppy she...” Beryl apologetically begins, glancing down at Khalia’s wiggling rear. “She seems ta really enjoy the taste o’ yer seed, and she found tha’ yer girl was stuffed full o’ it...”
“It’s alright. I’m sure Thea will enjoy waking up like that, at least until she realizes what is happening.” Krvavy responds with a soft smirk. Even after taking Thea’s virginity, the barbarian fully expects her to still be a fiery brat. Maybe the girl will mellow out a bit, maybe not. Probably not, if Krvavy had to bet. And she wouldn’t have it any other way~.
“So... is she... uh... Is she yer wife now...?” The tomboyish Wood Elf hesitantly asks, her face flushing red.
“No.” Krvavy almost laughs at that, as Beryl’s embarrassed expression is just too cute. “I was just saying that to tease her.”
Beryl breathes out in relief. “Do ya... do ya ever want a wife...?”
“Ha!” The barbarian can’t help herself from laughing. “Oh, you are acting so adorable! Come here!”
Reaching an arm up, Krvavy grabs onto Beryl’s shoulder and drags her head down to give the Wood Elf a quick kiss on the lips.
Letting the Elf pull back, Krvavy actually answers the question. “Maybe one day.” She quite seriously states, brow furrowing a fair bit. “I don’t think that I’m ready for something like that right now though, even if it doesn’t actually change anything.”
Beryl’s face is still rather flushed, but she seems satisfied with that. After all, she is an Elf. She has all the time in the world to wait.
The tomboyish Wood Elf resumes feeding Krvavy, slowly calming herself down as she does so. After a few minutes, she opens her mouth to speak once more. “Did it work? Ya get the... points?”
Krvavy hadn’t actually checked yet. She had been ignoring her notifications.
+3 Divine Favour, for awakening your brat’s potential. Though she is yet to be tamed or fully claimed.
“Huh?” Krvavy mutters out, rather confused by that. What does it mean that she–
“mmmmmhhmmph~!” Thea moans and suddenly stretches atop Krvavy’s body. Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at Krvavy with various emotions flitting across her face, which is slowly becoming red as she realizes where she is.
The bratty noble opens her mouth but suddenly stops herself. Her eyes move back and forth, as if she is reading something in the air. Her blushing face quickly pales, her breaths become shallow and much more rapid, and her eyes widen in shock.
“Is... everything alright...?” Krvavy hesitantly asks, snapping Thea’s attention back to her.
“Y-you...!” The noble girl spits out, anger in her voice. She quickly pushes herself up and rolls off to the side, stealing the blanket and causing Khalia to whimper softly as the Orc is exposed to the cold air.
Thea doesn’t even acknowledge that the Orc woman was between her legs as she pulls back, instead she simply covers her trembling body up as best she can and stares hatefully at Krvavy. “What. Did. You! DO! TO! ME!?” She shouts in rage.
Krvavy is in complete shock. She has absolutely no idea what is happening. What did Thea see in her notifications that made her so mad? “Wha–”
“DO NOT PLAY DUMB!” Thea screeches, her shrill voice cutting the barbarian off. “YOU...! YOU...! YOU VILE FIEND! FILTHBORNE BEAST! ANSWER ME! I THOUGHT YOU... YOU...” Tears well up in her soft blue eyes, but she quickly wipes them away. “YOU POISONED ME! I AM TAINTED! WHAT DID YOU DO!?”
“We just had sex...?” Krvavy confusedly begins. “I don’t know what–”
“EXPLAIN THIS!” The bratty noble yells and gestures to herself. She looks... normal? Flushed, a little sweaty, very upset. But otherwise normal. Considering that it was almost certainly some popup that pissed her off... Krvavy quickly fires off an Inspect, which is immediately let through without any resistance.
Krvavy hardly even has enough time to register the character sheet that pops up in her vision before Thea continues shouting at her.
“NOW DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?”
“I expected your title to be Loveslave...” Krvavy thoughtlessly mutters out, overwhelmed by everything in front of her and the noble girl’s constant screaming.
“YOU WHAT!? THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE FOCUSING ON!? FILTHBORNE BEAST! SAVAGE BITCH!” Thea’s voice is beginning to get hoarse from all her screeching. But that doesn’t stop her from continuing to bitterly and angrily wail.
“Perhaps ya should calm down.” Beryl interjects, to no avail.
“CALM DOWN!? CALM!? DOWN!?” The bratty noble incredulously shrieks, her whole body shuddering and shaking with rage. “THIS DISGUSTING BEAST FORCED A CLASS ON ME! I AM NOT EVEN LEVEL TEN YET! THAT SHOULD NOT EVEN BE POSSIBLE! AND THAT IS NOT EVEN ALL! SHE MARKED ME WITH DEGENERATE TRAITS THAT I WILL NEVER BE RID OF! SHE FORCED ME TO LEVEL UP AND GAVE ME S-SEX MAGIC! HOW!? WHY!?”
Krvavy presses her hands against her temples and tries tuning Thea out. The girl is just giving her a headache and she can hardly think with all this shouting... What is even happening right now...?
Adaptable: Humans have a reputation as being the most versatile race, with a wider range of temperature tolerance and more resilient minds.
Carnal Compliance: Sexual energies saturate Thea’s body, making it more pliable for lewd activities. Provides 25% of the total combined level of all sex related skills to Composure, and increases pleasure received by all sexual activities by a percentage amount corresponding to the level of the Sex skill. Boosts both Endurance & Toughness by the average of Charisma & Allure when engaged in sexual activities.
Charismatic Comforts I: Increases Charisma by 7.5%, increases its effect on Health & Mana, and improves sexual affinities. Associated attribute = Charisma.
Tainted Soul: Thea’s soul has become intertwined with an aspect of your own. Over time this connection may grow, further shaping her being.
Eromancy: The esoteric magic of pleasure and sex, masters of this school can bring a crowd to climax with just their voice. Associated attributes = Allure & Charisma.
Nymph’s Respite: Your form exudes magical lust, increasing the Health & Mana Regeneration of all those nearby in proportion with the pleasure you receive. Cost 50 Mana to activate and 10 per Minute to maintain. Associated attributes = Allure & Charisma.
“WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” Thea sobs between shouted words, snapping Krvavy’s attention away from her various traits and skills. Tears are freely running down the bratty noble’s face, and her eyes are filled with the pain of betrayal.
“I didn–”
“Dearest love,” Beryl cuts Krvavy off, “Ah may have an idea as ta wha’ happened, but we may ‘ave ta tell ‘er the truth first.”
That causes Thea to pause her shouting for just a moment, snapping her head over to the Elf and giving that tomboy a hateful glare. Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, she seems to come to a conclusion to whatever thoughts were passing through her head.
“SO IT WAS YOU!?” The noble girl accuses in a hoarse voice, standing up on unsteady legs and shakily pointing at Beryl. “YOU DID THIS TO ME?! YOU ELF CRONE! YOU MADE ME THAT BEAST’S WHORE!? W-WHY?!”
“Sit yer arse back down and shut yer mouth, young lady!” Beryl venomously snaps out, sick of all this noise. “Yer yelling is naught but an annoyance and solves nothin’!”
Thea does what the Elf wants, almost. She does stop her shouting, but instead of sitting back down she collapses to her knees and topples over onto her side, where she curls up into a ball and begins crying into her hands. The girl looks... broken and defeated.
Khalia crawls over to Thea’s shaking body and makes a whimpering sound, nudging the noble girl in the back with her head. Thea simply ignores the Orc.
Beryl pays no attention to the loud sobbing of the bratty noble. Instead she grabs onto Krvavy’s hand and looks the barbarian in the eyes. “Should we tell ‘er the truth? It is yer decision.”
Krvavy tiredly hangs her head. She doesn’t exactly have a choice here. Thea is devastated, and Krvavy can’t bear to see her hurting so much. But how will Thea react to learning the truth? Or at least the truth that Beryl knows? There will be no coming back from this.
Wordlessly leaning forwards, Krvavy grabs onto the blankets wrapped around Thea’s body and drags the noble girl into her arms. “Un-unhand m-me!” Thea’s voice cracks, though no fight remains in her. Khalia follows the wrapped up brat, pressing into her side and gently sandwiching her against Krvavy’s body.
The barbarian caresses the crying girl’s cheek, before glancing up at Beryl. “Tell her.” Coward.
A slight smile forms on Beryl’s lips as she gives a quick nod. Kneeling down so that she can look directly into Thea’s face, the Elf begins. “This change in ya was not intentional. Neither my dearest love or myself knew it would ‘appen. But Ah may know why it did. Now, Ah don’t want ta sound like Ah’m assignin’ blame, so please just listen and don’t interrupt.”
Thea’s body shakes from a sob. Sorrow fills her wet eyes as she stares back at the Elf. Taking as deep a breath as she can right now, the noble girl shakily nods her head.
“Ya bared yerself ta our dearest love. Completely. Ya gave ‘er yer body and opened yer soul ta ‘er. Tha’ is a beautiful sign o’ trust.” The tomboyish Wood Elf gently says, lightly clasping Thea’s hands in her own. “But ya are weak, and Krvavy is strong. Compared ta ya, at least. And Ah don’t mean physically, but magically and spiritually. She overwhelmed ya. All o’ ya. But tha’ shouldn’t normally ‘appen.”
Beryl pauses for a moment, briefly glancing up at Krvavy. She almost seems to be looking for permission to continue, but before the barbarian can do so much as nod the Elf has turned her gaze back to the curled up noble girl.
“Ah lied ta ya about wha’ ‘appened ta our dearest love. She didn’t run away wit’ ‘er tail between ‘er legs. She died.”
“W-wha–” The noble girl begins, only to immediately get shushes by Beryl.
“No, no, shh. Just listen.” The Elf gently but firmly insists. “She died, and came back ta life. But in doin’ so, Ah believe tha’ ‘er soul... became more vulnerable. Like any injury, it would’a needed time ta heal. Time tha’ ‘er beautiful soul didn’t ‘ave before being rubbed all over yer own.”
Confusion fills the trembling girl’s face. Which is an improvement over the sheer and overwhelming despair of just moments ago.
“As fer how she came back, tha’ is the truth Ah mentioned.” Beryl confesses, letting a soft smile grace her lips. “Our dearest love is special. So incredibly special. She is the champion o’ a God. And if my word isn’t enough fer ya ta believe tha’, try scryin’ ‘er. Ya will see ‘er many blessings. Ya will see the truth.”
Thea’s head hesitantly turns towards Krvavy, and the barbarian immediately feels the odd non-physical poking of having Inspect used on her, which she quickly lets through with a thought. After a few moments, the noble girl gasps.
“See? Our dearest love is truly special...! She is a divine gift!” Beryl proudly states. Love and awe drip from her voice, making her words sound even more like those of a deranged cultist.
“But...” Krvavy speaks up, brow furring in thought. “If this happened because I died... Why didn’t my soul rub off on Khalia?”
The tomboyish Wood Elf takes a moment to think. “Ah don’t know. Maybe my guess is wrong? Maybe yer puppy would ‘ave ta truly accept ya inta ‘er heart, which she can’t do like this? Maybe there is more ta it than Ah can see?”
“I... I knew there was something weird about... about you!” Thea shakily speaks up, staring into Krvavy’s eyes. A mix of emotions cross her face. She is still crying, the tears flowing over her cheeks, but she no longer seems pained. Her entire life had still changed in an instant, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
“Yeah,” Krvavy gently smiles down her bratty noble girl, “I am a bit of a weirdo.”
Thea almost laughs, before her expression turns solemn. “I can never go back now. I will never be able to live a normal life...”
“Hmm?” Krvavy tilts her head in confusion. “Of course you can. You are still you.”
The noble girl just sadly shakes her head. “No. I now have traits and skills that whores would kill for. No good man would tarnish his reputation by marrying me. Even if no one knew that you took my maidenhood. I am spoiled, tainted, used. Bound t-to... to you... There is no hiding that.”
“Then ya can just marry our dearest love.” Beryl speaks in a tone that isn’t teasing, in fact it is quite genuine, yet still sounds rather playful. “She did this ta ya, so make ‘er take responsibility!”
Krvavy’s head snaps over to look at her Elf in disbelief. That suggestion caught her completely off guard. She thought that Beryl would want to be the first to marry her, so what is the Elf playing at?
“Heh...” Thea dryly laughs, recapturing Krvavy’s attention. “Thank you, but... Even though I should have gotten married years ago, I do not think that I am ready to be a wife. Or a m-mother...!” The noble girl’s eyes widen as she glances down at herself, staring intently at the blanket above her belly. “Is that...! C-can something like Krvavy even make me a m-mother?!”
“Ach, o’ course she can!” Beryl exclaims. A wide grin fills her face as she just barely holds back a laugh. “She is a Dragon! They’re known fer being able ta breed wit’ just about anythin’ tha’ moves~!”
Thea’s face pales at that, so Krvavy feels like she has to speak up and reassure the girl. “Don’t worry, I have a trait that should keep that from happening. But if you are still worried, Beryl can get you some herbs to make sure.”
The noble girl sighs in relief, almost going limp in Krvavy’s arms as she relaxes. “N-no that... I trust you.”
Those three words cause Krvavy’s heart to flutter, and she can’t help but smile happily. This girl... One moment she is having a mental breakdown thinking that Krvavy has violated her very soul, and the next she is saying that she trusts the barbarian. That is just so–
“Anyway,” Beryl abruptly speaks up, “now tha’ we’ve dealt wit’ tha’... Did ya get any favour, my dearest love?”
“Really? Not going to give Thea even a moment after everything we put her through?” Krvavy breathes out in utter disbelief.
That clear disappointment saddens the Elf. Beryl opens her to respond, to apologize, only to immediately get cut off.
“Favour...?” Thea confusedly questions.
Now it is Krvavy’s turn to tiredly sigh.
Looks like she still has some explaining to do...