Ch80: Digging a Well & Bugging the Brat ♥
This chapter doesn’t have a particularly large amount of lewds. There is just barely enough at the end to justify the single '♥' that it has.
Wholesome / Loving, Cuddling, Groping / Caressing, Kissing, Blowjob, Facial.
“[Aha! There,]” despite the Dwarf’s raised voice, she doesn’t sound any less neutral than usual. “[As I expected, we did not need to excavate much at all.]”
A trickle of water bubbles up from the shallow hole in the ground, almost completely obscured by the searing steam that is hissing through the same small cracks.
“[It isn’t very much.]” Krvavy idly comments.
“[Of course not. We hardly have a well yet.]” The Dwarf replies with a shrug. “[But the more you dig, the more area the water will have to seep out from.]”
“[Will all of this steam be an issue?]”
“[No.]” Inanna shakes her head as she gives her curt reply. After a few moments of silence, she decides to elaborate. “[If we were using metal and machinery, then I would be concerned about rust. But, as we are not, the steam will be no more than a minor annoyance. At worst, it may cause a gradual buildup of mineral deposits in this room.]”
Krvavy nods her head as she reaches down into the shallow puddle of scalding water, the tips of her scaled fingers feeling a little uncomfortable as she grabs onto another brick, lifting it free.
The Dwarf takes that brick and moves it aside, adding it to one of the many ever-growing piles.
There are far, far more bricks than they really need just laying around here. If Krvavy’s plans for their home didn’t involve digging into the cave wall then it wouldn’t be too bad. But as it is, she’ll have to find some place out in the cave to store them all. At least until she finds a use for them. Or until she has enough spare mana to completely dispose of these excess bricks...
A hot and humid mist hangs in the air, leaving the bodies of both Drakling and Dwarf glistening in the lantern’s light. It is like they are working in a sauna. Except not as peaceful and quiet. Not with the constant hissing of steam leaking from the ground beneath their feet...
“[Do you know what you’re going to do with the pump yet?]” The barbarian asks after a few short minutes of work.
“[I have an idea, yes. But it is a bit... unorthodox.]”
“[Oh?]” Krvavy turns to the Dwarf and tilts her head rather curiously. “[What do you mean?]”
“[Considering the material constraints, I believe that a more traditional pump with any degree of moving parts is... simply untenable.]” Inanna’s thick brow furrows slightly in annoyance. “[Even with your magic allowing for the creation of parts that are exactly to my specifications, we would still run into many problems. Unnecessary friction, excess weight, and the durability of the stone, just to name a few.]”
Krvavy winces slightly, the perhaps too hot water bubbling past her wrists as she pulls the next brick free.
The Dwarf sighs and shakes her head, absentmindedly adding that brick to the nearest pile while continuing to drone on. “[As a result, I propose that the pump should be almost entirely runic. That is less than ideal, I will admit, but it is doable. Though, were it just myself, then this idea would likely be just as much out of reach as a traditional pump. It will, after all, require considerably more mana to operate. But with yourself, your Wood Elf, and your Human, I do not believe that will be an issue.]”
“[How much mana will it need?]”
“[I am not entirely certain.]” Inanna replies with a shrug. “[It will almost certainly be more than I could maintain on my own, but I cannot imagine that it will be too much for the rest of you. And I will be able to improve it over time as well, either through constructing an actual pump to replace it or through simple improvements to its design based on observation. I would prefer if you had metal and a forge that I could use, but that isn’t strictly necessary. Having access to proper materials would result in a more reliable pump, but I should be able to make do without that.]”
“[Okay... I’ll keep that in mind.]” Krvavy slowly nods, continuing to make the hole in the ground both deeper and wider. “[But for now, I’ll be happy as long as it works. And if it can last long enough that it doesn’t lose power or stop working if I’m not around for a couple days. Thea would be... quite upset if that happened.]”
“[That will not be a problem.]” The Dwarf assures. “[I will be using quartz crystals to store power for the system. So even in the case that no one adds mana into it, the pump should continue to operate for a few days at least.]”
“[Quartz?]”
“[Yes.]” Inanna once again answers with a single word, before seeming to realize that elaborating just a bit wouldn’t hurt. “[Any crystalline structure will work, but quartz is both easy to acquire, comparatively, and rather effective at storing mana. I have a few amongst my belongings, though I must admit that they aren’t the most optimally enchanted. All but one of them, at least.]”
That answer only raises more questions. “[You have a bunch of quartz, uh, crystals in your luggage?]”
“[They are useful for my work.]” The Dwarf replies in a deadpan tone, before bitterly sighing out a few seconds later. “[I created them during my education as part of a practical test, and keep them mostly as a memento of that time. The one that stands above the rest in terms of functionality almost caused me to fail. I did not follow the traditional method and steps, instead inscribing runes that increased its conduction efficiency as well as increasing the amount of power that could be contained within its crystalline lattice. Not by a significant amount – quartz can only handle so much energy passing through it – but it was enough of an improvement that I had to retake the test and create the others to show that I indeed knew how to do it the ‘correct’ way.]”
“[Ahh...]” Krvavy slowly exhales, scowling a little in sympathetic annoyance. She has had a few professors like that as well, always wanting things done their way. But they didn’t usually give second chances. Not unless it gave them a chance to lord over their students...
The barbarian shakes her head and puts those thoughts aside. There isn’t any point to dwelling on Leanna’s past. “[I didn’t know you could store mana in crystals.]”
Inanna raises an eyebrow. “[It is a fairly common practice.]”
“[Well, I... I’m pretty much self-taught when it comes to magic.]” Krvavy awkwardly rubs the back of her neck.
“Mmm.” The Dwarf enigmatically hums. “[It is an imperfect yet quite accessible method of storing mana. Not to mention that it is perhaps the safest as well. There is a reason why this ancient practice is still in common use today, and not just by us stubborn Dwarves.]”
Krvavy gently bites the inside of her cheek as a thought comes to her. “[Would I be able to use one as a... portable backup source of mana? To power spells and whatnot in the middle of a fight, for instance? Oh, and I mean generally speaking. Not one of yours specifically. Those are definitely more useful here with you.]”
“[Yes,]” Inanna replies, “[though it would depend on how frequently and intensely you intend to use it. Quartz is not the most durable. Completely draining and refilling one will damage its crystalline lattice, if done too frequently or too quickly. That is not a problem for what I plan with the pumps though, as that should be a fairly low intensity with a slow drain. If you wish to use one as a functional extension of your Total Mana, then I would recommend a more durable gem.]”
The barbarian slowly nods her head. That is also something to keep in mind, as it sounds like it could be very useful, though maybe not the most practical. If she had that Inventory she wants so much, then she could just carry around as many crystals and gems as she needs. But as it is, well, it isn’t like she has many pockets...
“[Do you still have enough mana to continue?]” The Dwarf asks, interrupting Krvavy’s thoughts.
“[Oh, yeah, right.]” Krvavy shakes her head and turns back to the shallow hole. Her hands sink back into the scalding and steaming water, fingers grabbing onto a chunk of stone as it separates into its own brick.
“You are such a pervert.”
“Oh? Am I?” Krvavy playfully asks, nuzzling her nose against that of her brat.
“Yes.” Thea rolls her eyes and tries to pass of her heavy breathing as an exasperated sigh. “Is that necessary?”
The barbarian glances down between her legs, where Khalia is lovingly licking her semi-hard length, cleaning it of the intermingled remnants of Krvavy’s cum and Thea’s juices. “She’s enjoying herself.”
“Ugh...” The bratty girl groans, letting her head thump into Krvavy’s shoulder. “Just have a bath like a normal person...”
“We will, just after Khalia is done with this.” Krvavy tells the girl cuddling against her side. The arm that she has lazily wrapped around that beautiful brat’s waist slowly moves back in, giving Thea a rather tight squeeze.
“Hmph.” A simple huff is all that silver-blonde brat has to ‘say’ to that. A rosy blush colours her cheeks as she struggles to remain composed despite the casual lewdness of this situation.
“How is your training going? And no, I don’t mean the hard fucking you just woke up from.”
The silver-blonde brat narrows her eyes as her face flushes red, glaring up at Krvavy’s innocent smile. “I was hardly uncons–” Thea abruptly cuts herself off, taking a deep breath as she decides to not waste time defending herself from that offhanded, teasing comment. Doing so would have just earned her some more teasing anyway. “It is alright, I suppose. I am not the best with a bow, but I am... slowly improving.”
“Isn’t archery a sport for you nobles?” Krvavy idly asks, her fingers tracing small circles on Thea’s thigh. “How come you’ve never even picked up a bow before Beryl suggested you learn how to use one?”
“I simply had no interest in it.” Thea declares, though the fact that she isn’t making eye contact tells another story. “Ugh... Fine...” The girl groans in annoyance after a few seconds under the barbarian’s gaze. “No one trusted me with a bow. They were concerned that I would hurt myself. Or someone else.”
“Well, you haven’t hurt yourself yet.” Krvavy kisses her brat on the forehead.
“Thank you for the confidence.” The noble girl sarcastically rolls her eyes.
“You are welcome~.” The barbarian teasingly coos back.
“Ugh...” Thea shakes her head, before glaring over at Beryl... who is sitting by the fire silently stirring the stew, not bothering anyone. Not at the moment, at least. “The bow that your Elf made for me is little more than a stick with a string strung over its edges. I could not hurt myself with it if I tried.”
Unable to resist Thea’s cute lips any longer, Krvavy leans in and kisses the girl without warning.
The bratty girl goes still, her back straightening and her shoulders tensing up. But the warmth bearing down on her is... simply too much for her to resist. Thea melts into this chaste kiss, her startled eyes losing their focus and going half-lidded, before closing completely.
Lips squish against lips, calm and pure and loving. After having gotten off a fair bit earlier, Krvavy is more than content with simply leaving it at this. She would never complain about getting to bask in the love of her beautiful brat. But Thea seems to think otherwise. That needy noble girl opens her mouth just a bit, nibbling on the barbarian’s bottom lip.
Warm, fuzzy feelings flow through Krvavy’s entire being. Her lusty little loveslave wants more. And she is not going to disappoint the girl.
“Mmmhhhmph~...” Thea hums out a moan as her inhuman lover’s strong hands glide across her body, caressing across her smooth and unblemished skin with nothing but love and affection.
Gentle waves of pleasure wash over the barbarian’s body. A pair of delicate arms wrap around her shoulders and neck, dainty fingers grasping onto fistfuls of her crimson hair. A tongue so much smaller than her own forces itself into the Drakling’s mouth.
“Mmmghh~!” The bratty girl trembles in joy as scaled fingers dig into her pliable rear, giving that soft cheek a real good squeeze. Her moans grow louder as an inhumanly long tongue, tapered and covered in lewd bumps, meets her own in an increasingly heated dance. One that she quickly loses control of. “Mmwwmphhh~...!”
Satisfaction swirls through Krvavy’s mind, reigniting the embers of her lust. Being able to so thoroughly dominate this lovely brat with just some kissing, some cuddling, and some groping... The quickening beat of her heart drowns out all of the unnecessary thoughts in Krvavy’s head, leaving her with nothing to think of beyond her love for this brat.
“Wuufh~!” A happy howl calls out from between Krvavy’s legs as the barbarian’s cock surges to its full size and flops against Khalia’s face. The Orc’s plump lips press against the tip, parting around Krvavy’s girth. Her little tusks graze along its underside as more and more of that length enters her warm and wet mouth.
At the same time, Krvavy’s tongue presses against the back of Thea’s mouth, causing the girl to shiver in pleasure as her jaw is forced open by the meaty appendage. It would seem that, at some point, this little princess has lost her gag reflex. Likely due to the sex magic infusing her body. While that does make her mouth much easier to use, a part of Krvavy does miss hearing her girl gag...
Those sounds could be so... beautiful...
Thea shudders in pleasure, warm juices running down her leg along with some leftover cum that Krvavy had pumped inside of her earlier. The girl’s orgasmic moans are nothing more than muffled rumbling as Krvavy’s slightly tapered tongue teases the entrance to her throat, each little noise sending pleasant vibrations through the barbarian’s body.
Khalia gags slightly and pulls herself back a bit, whimpering in need as Krvavy’s tail curls around and presses between her thighs. The Orc stares up at her mate, eagerly watching Thea’s throat begin to bulge while doing her best to replicate that with the shaft in her own mouth. She forces her face down as that tongue delves deeper, bobbing back up as it retreats. Her moans rival those of the beautiful brat, louder and more energetic. And just as muffled
Bolts of bliss arc through the barbarian’s body. She could resist that gentle, loving ecstasy... But why bother? Krvavy gives in to the pleasure, her strong muscles tensing as her fingers and toes curl, squeezing the yielding flesh of her brat and slightly scratching the stone floor.
Krvavy’s hefty sack clenches, those virile orbs so full of her thick seed despite how frequently those around her attempt to empty them. Her cock throbs and pulses as it begins to unload. Sticky ropes of creamy cum erupt from her length, shooting straight into Khalia’s throat and... and quickly overwhelming the eager Orc.
Surprisingly, Khalia has the sense to pull back on her own, coughing and choking as cum leaks from her nose. Her plump lips press together, forming an imperfect seal around her treat on account of those cute little tusks of hers. A final spurt sprays seed across her face, forcing one of her amber eyes shut as it leaves a goopy, splattered trail from forehead to chin. Her body convulses atop Krvavy’s tail, grinding it into the floor and soaking the meaty thing with her juices as she gulps down as much of the barbarian’s cum as she can, scooping more into her panting mouth moments later.
“My dearest love~!” Beryl bites back a moan, prompting Krvavy to reluctantly pull back from her kiss.
Thea shudders as the barbarian’s long tongue slides out from between her lips, panting heavily as she rests her flushed face against Krvavy’s shoulder. She quivers slightly as echoes of pleasure roll through her soft and oh so beautiful body.
Krvavy blinks and blinks again, clearing her vision as she focuses on the Elf who interrupted her fun.
Beryl’s thighs are slick with her sweet juices as they desperately rub together, her needy slit left completely untouched and ignored. “Your food i-is ready, my dearest love.” She says with only the slightest bit of an aroused stutter.
“Thank you.” Krvavy replies, lightly shaking her head and doing her best to quickly come back to her senses. The hunger gnawing at her core makes that fairly easy. After a few almost awkwardly long seconds, she takes the offered bowls and places one in Thea’s shaking hands. “Did you... enjoy the show~?”
The tanned Wood Elf bites her bottom lip. “Aye, Ah... Ah did.”
“Well, I hope you didn’t enjoy it too much.” The barbarian stares intensely into her Elf’s blue-green eyes. “Remind me, how long is it until your punishment is over?”
“Five more days, my dearest love.” Beryl dutifully replies. “Five more full days...”
“Ahh, yes, that’s right. Your punishment has barely even started~.” A sadistic smile play at Krvavy’s lips as she stares down that Elf of hers. Coarse, black-brown hair glides between her fingers as she affectionately ruffles Khalia’s hair, petting the Orc that is currently suckling the seed from her softening shaft. “But I’m sure that a proud Elf like yourself can handle it~. You spent the last few decades without cumming all that much, so I’m sure you can handle a couple more days~.”
“Ah can.” Beryl breathes out, though the fact that she is unconsciously rubbing her thighs together makes that a little hard to believe.
“We’ll see.” The barbarian replies, bringing a spoonful of stew up to her lips. “We will see.”
The Wood Elf squirms beneath Krvavy’s gaze.