Ch56: The Beginning of Beryl’s Day

The rest of the day was rather uneventful. Krvavy stayed cuddled up with her girls in their bedding for quite some time. Then she played around with Khalia, mostly just wrestling the Orc woman. After that she relaxed in the hot spring with Thea. Back in the living area she lounged about while watching Beryl get started on making her a new loincloth. And she looked out over her grotto as the sunlight went away.

She didn’t do much of anything at all.

It was nice.

But Krvavy would go insane if that is all she had to do, day in and day out.

It is a surprise that Thea hasn’t gone crazy after having to go through two weeks of that. Huh, maybe she did? That would explain why she is willing to play nice now... But then again, that girl never really was normal...

“Stop thinking about me, you... large lizard!” Thea demands, snapping Krvavy out of her thoughts.

No matter how hard the noble girl tries, she just can’t stop herself from adding insults to everything she says. It seems to just be how the girl talks. But Thea has been able to substitute the ruder and actually offensive insults for, well, goofier ones. They are still technically racial slurs, Krvavy supposes, but it is hard to take them seriously. It also helps that she knows there isn’t any hate behind those words. For the most part.

“I wasn’t.” The barbarian blatantly lies, trying and failing to hide her smile.

Thea just narrows her eyes and stares skeptically at Krvavy, clearly not believing her in the slightest. The noble girl’s eyes briefly dart down between the barbarian’s legs, before quickly turning her head away as a slight blush spreads across her cheeks.

Krvavy’s cock is jutting out into the cool morning air, stiff and throbbing along with her heartbeat. She hasn’t had any relief yet today, so her morning wood is still ready and raring to go. But it is going to have to go down on its own. Beryl wants the barbarian to be as pent up as possible so that the Elf can get a more authentic experience when she gets ravished later.

Leaving Krvavy’s morning wood unattended is also a bit of a punishment for the barbarian not fulfilling her promise of taking Beryl as soon as she got home. Not that the Wood Elf would call it that, or course, but the idea is there and Krvavy is happy to play along.

Whatever relationship she has with these three girls (assuming that Khalia counts) is weird, no doubt, but that is no reason to not at least try to make it vaguely equal. She has taken a lot, so it is only fair to give some back as well.

“Ya done eatin’ yer breakfast?” Beryl questions from just out of reach.

“Yup.” Krvavy responds, placing her emptied bowl aside.

“Alrighty, then let’s get on wit’ this day!” The lithe Elf rises to her feet and claps her hands together. “Khalia! Come ‘ere girl!”

Today is, once again, Beryl’s day. Krvavy will be by her side the whole time, but the tanned tomboy gets to decide what they’ll be doing. And it seems that she wants to start off with Khalia tagging along?

“Ah thought we could try trainin’ ‘er together.” Beryl answers, seeing the questioning expression on Krvavy’s face.

Khalia quickly comes loping over towards the Elf... on all fours. Seeing her move around like that is still weird, and Krvavy isn’t sure if she’ll ever get used to how awkward it looks.

“And we’d start wit’ gettin’ her ta walk on two legs.” The tomboyish Elf dryly adds.

“Sounds good to me.” Krvavy easily agrees, rising to her feet. “So... how’re we doing this?”

“Ah’d prefer not ta do it ‘ere. Don’t want ‘er ta scrape ‘er knees on the stone. Ah think it’d be better if we go and do it down in the grotto, wit’ the plants and dirt ta soften ‘er fall.” Beryl admits. “But we can still try ta see if she’ll stay by our ‘eels on the way down.”

Krvavy nods. That seems more than reasonable to her. “Lead the way.” She gestures forwards.

Snapping her fingers by her side, Beryl begins slowly walking off with Khalia nearly crawling alongside her. The Orc appears to be doing an almost perfect job at staying directly beside Beryl, even matching the Elf’s pace. Guess once being a person helps, because Khalia is definitely smarter than an animal would be. Despite what her mental stats would say.

“Hmm...” Beryl doesn’t sound particularly impressed though. “My dearest love? How about we have ‘er try followin’ ya? Trainin’ ‘er is useless if she only acts ‘ow we want when Ah’m the one askin’.”

“Okay. Khalia, come here!” Krvavy snaps her fingers just as her Elf did.

The dog-like Orc briefly glances up at Beryl before scrambling over to Krvavy, where it immediately becomes apparent that she isn’t going to be quite as well behaved. While she does do a fairly decent job staying at the barbarians side, Khalia’s attention is clearly focused on the stiff rod jutting out into the air.

“No.” Krvavy firmly tells the Orc, pushing Khalia’s head back as she tries to nuzzle into the barbarians crotch.

With a whimper, the Orc puppy presses herself against Krvavy’s muscled thigh, making it difficult to continue walking normally.

“Hmm... Try ta keep ‘er from touchin’ ya.” Beryl suggests, though her advice isn’t exactly helpful as that is exactly what Krvavy is already doing.

After a little bit of shoving, firmly saying no a whole lot, and a few threatening growls, Krvavy is finally able to get Khalia to stop touching her. Though the Orc is still rather distracted, constantly staring at various parts of the barbarians strong body.

“Ya did well.” The tomboyish Wood Elf states as they walk through the dark cave. “At this rate, we’ll ‘ave ‘er trained in no time!”

Krvavy doesn’t have anything to say about that, simply making an affirmative hum as she continues closely watching the Orc crawl along beside her.

After a few minutes of slowly walking down the switchback path towards the grotto, Krvavy glances over to her tanned Elf. “You know,” she begins, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something... Well, I have a bunch of questions really, but I just haven’t found the time to ask any of them...”

“Ask away, my dearest love. Ah’ll answer anything ya wish.” Beryl wholeheartedly declares.

“I’m aware. But I don’t want to take up your whole day, so I’ll just ask the one for now.” The barbarian states. “So... I’ve noticed that you, Thea, and Khalia all have different flavours when I kiss or eat any of you out. Do you know why that is? Or is it just a weird me thing?”

“Oh? Ya do? Interestin’...” The Wood Elf idly mumbles, visibly thinking about something. After a few moments she shakes her head. “Well, don’t worry, tha’ isn’t just in yer head or anythin’. But Ah don’t actually know why people ‘ave different, ahem, flavours. Just tha’ it is...” Beryl pauses, holding her hands up. “Magic.”

The tomboyish Elf wiggles her fingers in the air as she says that, giggling lightly to herself.

“But seriously, it is supposedly somethin’ about personalized magical energies messin’ wit’ the body, or whatever.” She shrugs her shoulders. “All Ah know is tha’ people only have a flavour o’ their own if they’re rather magically potent.”

Interesting... But if that is the case, then why do Thea and Khalia have their own tastes? Neither of them are exactly magically potent. Thea is a fairly low level and only just learned her first spell, but then again she might have had that potential inside her all along, so does that count? And Khalia, on the other hand, was a higher level but didn’t seem like the type to know any magic at all... At least not in the state she was in. Nor in her current state either, for that matter.

“Ya’re thinkin’ about yer girls, huh?” Beryl asks, almost reading her mind. “Well, Ah can’t say tha’ they ‘ave any special flavour. At least ta me, as they just taste like normal girls. But Ah do know tha’ Ah taste ever so slightly o’ sweet blueberries.”

Krvavy opens her mouth to ask how the Elf knows that, but stops herself before she does. It’s probably because of her lost love, so no point in bringing that up. “I’m... not sure if I’d say that your flavour is blueberries.” Krvavy says after a slight pause. “You taste more fruity to me. Like an assortment of berries rather than just one kind.”

“Tha’ so...?” The Wood Elf curiously questions. “What do ya taste wit’ yer other girls then?”

“Well, Khalia is a bit weird... She tastes meaty, with a bit of salt, black pepper, and other stuff adding to it. But it is different from the stew. Kind of hard to describe.” Krvavy admits. “Thea is easier though. She just tastes sweet and sugary.”

“Would ya mind sticking out yer tongue fer me?” Beryl asks, coming to a stop.

“Sure.” The barbarian replies, opening her mouth and letting her long tongue slide out.

It has been some time since Krvavy has last stuck that thing out like this, letting it just hang in the air. Unless it lolling out during sex counts, but at that point Krvavy isn’t exactly in the right state of mind to really notice it. So getting to see her tongue like this is a bit surreal. Krvavy could easily lick the top of her head with it. She isn’t going to complain about its size though. Not only did she choose to make it this long, but she actually finds it hot as fuck. If only she had a girl with a tongue like this...

Beryl’s fingers gently grab the tip of Krvavy’s tongue, snapping her out of her thoughts. The Elf lifts the meaty appendage up and intently looks at it from various different angles. Krvavy has no idea what Beryl is doing, and she has a feeling that this tomboy doesn’t exactly know either.

After a few moments, Beryl leans forwards. Sticking the tip of her own comparatively dainty tongue through her lips, she ever so slightly taps it against the top of Krvavy’s larger tongue before pulling back with a blush on her face.

“Well...? Did ya taste anythin’?” The Elf asks, trying to act nonchalant as she resumes walking, ignoring the warmth in her cheeks.

Krvavy is mostly confused by... whatever just happened. But she did taste the usual fruity flavour from that little bit of contact, so she replies affirmatively. “Yup.”

“Then Ah guess yer tongue is just more sensitive to... magic?” Beryl states uncertainly. “The flavours aren’t exactly real...”

That is a good enough of an answer for Krvavy. And seeing how they’re nearing the bottom of the switchback path, Krvavy decides to leave it there with her questions. It doesn’t look like she’ll have enough time to ask any more, at least not without cutting into Beryl’s time. As such, they fall into a comfortable silence as they descend along the path.

Khalia has done a great job of following along this whole time, even stopping when Krvavy stopped without having to be told to. Of course, her eyes are still locked on Krvavy’s cock and she looks like she is just barely keeping herself from touching the barbarian...

But the fact that the Orc is following commands without having to be constantly reminded of them does give Krvavy hope. With enough time and effort they may be able to make Khalia into a functioning person, though Krvavy has a feeling that she will always be at least a little like a dog...

“Oh! There it is!” Beryl calls out, before bending over at the waist to pick something up off the ground. The Elf’s ass is pointed directly at Krvavy, wiggling ever so slightly back and forth as she holds the pose for quite a bit longer than she needs to.

So this is how the day is going to be... This Elvish minx is going to just tease Krvavy with her lithe and naked body all day to keep the barbarian pent up and ready to release when they finally get to fucking...

“Catch!” A small pouch flies through the air towards Krvavy, who just barely reacts in time to catch it. “Sorry~! Guess Ah distracted ya there~!” The tanned tomboy teasingly laughs out.

Krvavy just shakes her head as she opens up the pouch to see what she was just given.

“It’s meat tha’ Ah diced up earlier.” Beryl helpfully explains. “Ah thought tha’ ya could give yer puppy some small cubes o’ it as treats fer when she does well.”

That makes sense and is pretty reasonable, but... “Why was this on the ground down here?”

“Ah just didn’t feel like carryin’ it all the way down. So Ah tossed it off the edge.” The tomboyish Wood Elf nonchalantly replies, vaguely gesturing up to the platform jutting from the cave wall far, far above.

Krvavy just blinks blankly at that, as she really has no response to it. With another shake of her head, she decides to simply move on. “So... How are we doing this? I’ve never trained a... dog... before.”

“Ach, don’t worry! She is pretty smart, so this shouldn’t be too ‘ard.” Beryl confidently declares. “Tha’ said... She might need a bit o’ ‘elp ta start.”

The Elf approaches Khalia and reaches down towards the crouched Orc. Grabbing the Greenskin beneath the arms, Beryl drags Khalia up onto her feet, before having to slide under one of those arms to help keep Khalia upright.

“Oof, yeah...” Beryl mutters and groans, her lips twisting down into a frown. “Yeah, she wants ta be on all fours... Guess Ah’ll walk around wit’ ‘er like this fer a little bit. Need ta get ‘er used ta being on ‘er two feet again...”

There isn’t much that Krvavy can do to help, at least not without getting in the way. Khalia’s head just barely reaches Krvavy’s shoulders, so she couldn’t even join Beryl on the Orcs other side if she wanted to. Guess she’ll have to just watch for now.

“Good girl!” Krvavy happily coos, gently squishing the Orc’s face in her hands.

Khalia melts into the barbarian’s palms, absolutely loving the attention that she is getting.

Pulling back from the slightly saddened Orc woman, Krvavy picks up the stick that Khalia brought back to her and throws it off into the distance.

The Greenskin turns and bolts after it, quickly falling back onto all fours as she does so. Khalia is decently smart and seems to be pretty easy to train, but whenever she gets too excited she falls back into acting like a dog. And it doesn’t help that she doesn’t have the best balance on two feet, so she can’t go much faster than a walk without falling down anyway...

“Ya’re doin’ great!” Beryl gushes, pressing her pert breasts against Krvavy’s side.

“I’m just throwing a stick over and over again.” The barbarian dryly responds.

“Oh, ya know what Ah mean! Ya’re ‘andling ‘er so well! She listens ta yer commands over mine, and tha’ is impressive in its own right!” The Elf heaps praise onto her lover.

Khalia takes that moment to return, bursting through a bush with the stick in her mouth.

“Stop!” Krvavy orders just in time to keep the Orc from barrelling into her. “Stand! Give!”

The Greenskin woman unsteadily rises to her feet and clumsily uses a hand to take the stick from her panting mouth, handing it to Krvavy who immediately throws it once more.

As Khalia chases after the stick Beryl taps Krvavy on the hip to get her attention. “Ya know, we’ve got time fer ya ta ask some more questions. If ya want ta.”

“Sure.” Krvavy turns to look at her Elf, thinking about what exactly to ask. There is so much that she just doesn’t know. So where to begin... “Hmm... Well, I’ve noticed that the traits people get from attributes aren’t always the same. Both you and Khalia have the same one for toughness, but mine is different. Is there a reason for that, or is it just chance?”

“Chance, mostly.” Beryl quickly answers. “The traits tha’ ya get from attributes depend on what ya want or desire, but there are still only so many ta subconsciously choose from, so ta speak. Some people prefer ta get a bigger bonus ta their attributes, and some people prefer ta get more ‘ealth, stamina, magic, or other such things.”

That feels a little lackluster to Krvavy, though she doesn’t know what exactly she was expecting...

Krvavy opens her mouth to say something, but gets stopped by Beryl. “Hold tha’ thought, my dearest love. Yer puppy is looking a little kipped.” The Wood Elf gestures towards Khalia’s quickly approaching form.

The Orc comes to a stop a few paces ahead of them, dropping the stick onto the ground as her bare chest heaves with each heavily panted breath she takes. Khalia has the stamina to keep going, but she is definitely starting to look tired. Guess it is time to stop. No point in pushing her too hard for no reason.

Beryl seems to have the same idea, pulling back from Krvavy with a smile on her face. “Suppose we should let ‘er rest and move onta the next thing Ah want ta do today.”

“And what would that be?” The barbarian questions.

“Gardenin’~!” Beryl playfully answers.