Ch83: An End to the Elf’s Punishment ♥♥

Light Bondage, Lightly Restrained, Cuffed/Bound Hands, Kissing, Nibbling / Bite Marks, Nipple Play, Teasing, Caressing, Cunnilingus / Pussy Licking, Tongue Fucking, Lift and Carry Sex.

Krvavy takes a long, deep breath. “Guess what time it is!” She bellows out, barging in through empty doorway and causing the only other person around to jump in surprise.

“Mmhn...!” The Wood Elf bites her bottom lip and tries to hold back an excited moan. Her hands tremble slightly as she quickly places her arrows aside.

“That’s right! Your punishment is about to be over!” A wide grin is plastered across Krvavy’s face as she holds out her arms, as if waiting for a hug. “So get on over here!”

Beryl’s whole body quivers with anticipation, lips parted in a breathless gasp. She can’t help but rub her toned thighs together, spreading even more glistening arousal across her tanned skin, as she shakily rises to her feet and takes an unsteady step towards her Draconic lover. Towards relief.

“To be honest, it might have ended hours ago. Or maybe it still has a few hours to go. I wasn’t really clear on when it’d actually end.” Krvavy idly shrugs, grasping onto her Elf’s hands and pulling Beryl closer. “But that doesn’t really matter. I’m in the mood to use my Elf slut~! So that~,” she leans her head in, looming above the lithe tomboy, “is exactly what I’m going to do~...!”

“My dearest love~! Ah–”

“Shhh...” The barbarian shushes her lustful lover, wrapping her large fingers around Beryl’s more nimble hands. She gently gives the Elf a squeeze before moving those hands together, clasped between her own

A slightly sadistic and mildly malicious gleam quickly fills the Drakling’s emerald eyes, her smile shifting into a bit of a smirk as she gazes down at her desperate and needy Elf. She glides a single finger across the back of Beryl’s hand, before firmly grabbing onto the tomboy’s wrists, holding them both tight.

Her other hand completely pulls away from that clasped embrace, reaching down to meet her tail. With a tug she removes the strip of cloth that was tied around its tip.

The Wood Elf’s cheeks burn a rosy hue, her long and pointed ears fluttering like the wings of a small, skittish bird.

“I have to be honest,” the barbarian begins, lifting Beryl’s hands above that woman’s head, “I’m kinda using this as my last chance to get a bit of revenge. You tied me up, so now I’m going to do the same to you. Well, not really the same. You could probably break this cloth pretty easily, but... where is the fun in that~?”

Beryl softly gasps, her heart beating faster beneath her pert breasts.

“Oh~? You like that, do you~?” The soft cloth strip is gently wrapped around this Elf’s wrists, binding them together. “Then you’re really going to like what’s next~!”

Beryl stumbles slightly, just barely staying on her feet, as the barbarian suddenly begins leading her off to the side. “Hhhsh~...!” She sharply inhales, her toned back pressing against the cold stone wall. The stiff nubs of her nipples stand tall atop her slim chest, quivering with each gasped breath she takes. She doesn’t resist even slightly as her forcibly raised arms are pinned above her head.

With just a few points of mana, a thick hook grows out of the stone, making a spot for the cloth bound around Beryl’s wrists to rest.

This isn’t the most secure way to restrain someone, as it would only take a little hop to get free, but it is more than enough for a willing captive. And it definitely seems to be enough for Beryl, judging by how her every breath is more rapid and more ragged than the last, and how her thighs are desperately rubbing together as she ‘hangs’ off that hook.

“Well, well, well~.” Krvavy teasingly trails a finger down her Elf’s lithe body, tracing all the way from chin to toned tummy. “What a kinky Elf slut I’ve found~! You really like having your hands bound like this, huh~? Maybe next time you need to be punished I’ll tie you up even more and fuck my other girls for hours and hours, making you watch but never letting you get off~! Oh, but would that even be a punishment for you~?”

“My dearest love~! P-please...!” Beryl begs, her hips bucking forwards, only to hit nothing but the cool air.

The barbarian slowly licks her tongue up along the side of Beryl’s neck. “Please what~?” She huskily whispers into the Elf’s long ear.

“Please fuck me~! Ah need ya ta fuck me~!”

“Oh, no, no, no~!” Krvavy sadistically laughs as she pulls back. “That’s not happening~! Not yet, at least!”

Beryl’s desperate eyes go wide and she opens her mouth to say something, but the barbarian simply places a finger over her lips.

“Did you really think I was going to end your punishment by just fucking your brains out? How uninspired~! No, I’m going to work my way up to that~! We have a whole week of time to catch up on~! And I am going to make the most of it~!”

The tomboyish Wood Elf audibly gulps as Krvavy’s fingers glide along her chin, gently tilting her head up. Their lips press together and Beryl immediately surrenders herself to lust, darting her tongue out and hungrily trying to devour her Drakling lover’s mouth.

But this isn’t the time for kissing, so Krvavy just pulls back with another cruel laugh. “Now, now~! Trying to take the lead? I can’t have any of that~!”

“P-please!”

“Nope!” The barbarian cheerily replies. “If it makes you feel better, you can think of this as the final part of your punishment~! A last hurrah before it fully ends! But don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it, I promise~!” Her expression hardens slightly. “It won’t be anything like what you did to me.”

The darkness in Krvavy’s eyes fades away as she slowly lowers herself to her knees and straightens her back, resting with her face roughly level to Beryl’s breasts. The Elf shudders as Krvavy’s warm breath glances across the stiff and sensitive nubs of her nipples.

“You are just so desperate for my touch, aren’t you~?” The barbarian laughs, teasing and mocking her needy slut. “I kinda want to leave you like this~! But don’t worry, I’m not that cruel~!”

Leaning further forwards, all but squishing her face into the tomboy’s modest tits, Krvavy plants a soft and loving kiss atop a single caramel coloured nipple. Her lips soon part, wrapping around the Elf’s pebbly areola. She sucks and suckles and –

The Drakling’s carnivorous teeth gently sink into that wonderful mouthful of titflesh, nibbling at a delicious little nipple.

“AAAAHHHNGGHHHH~!” Beryl screams in pure pleasure, her whole body bucking and thrashing in bliss. Her head flies back, hitting her arms instead of the stone wall, and her legs begin to buckle beneath her.

“Tsk, tsk.” Genuine disappointment tinges the barbarian’s expression as she pulls back. Though that doesn’t last long. “Seriously? That was enough to make you cum? How pathetic~!”

Beryl wordlessly whimpers as she slumps forwards, chin nearly hitting her collarbone as her weight hangs from the strip of cloth binding her wrists together.

Krvavy sighs and shakes her head, grabbing onto the Elf’s hips and lifting that lithe woman slightly. Spending a bit more mana, the barbarian creates a slight seat for Beryl to rest on. It isn’t enough to hold all of the Elf’s weight, but... it should take some strain off of her arms, and the cloth binding them together. Wouldn’t want that to rip and ruin their fun~.

“NNNGH~!” Beryl moans as Krvavy’s mouth suddenly engulfs her other pert tit.

The barbarian gazes up at Beryl, thoroughly enjoying how much that tanned tomboy is squirming. And from just this little bit of stimulation too~. The Wood Elf woman is gasping and moaning, fidgeting in place and pulling against her weak bindings. The sight is intoxicating to Krvavy, and not just because she finds Beryl extremely attractive. It isn’t something that she would be able to put into words at the best of times, let alone right now. All Krvavy knows is that it causes her heart to flutter as a feeling of pride wells up inside of her.

She is the one making her Elf feel this way.

Beryl moans as each gentle bite leaves the faintest mark on her flushed skin, her breath catching at each kiss placed across her breasts. The strong fingers clinging to her hips gently squeeze around her, feeling the firm yet subtle muscles of this tomboyish Elf. Beryl gasps as the barbarian’s slightly tapered tongue begins to trail across her tanned skin with long and slow licks, gradually moving down her toned belly.

“My dearest love~!” The tanned tomboy trembles and squirms as Krvavy’s tongue grazes against her stiff clit.

The barbarian smirks up at Beryl as she spreads the Elf’s athletic thighs and moves her mouth in.

With a desperate moan Beryl lifts her legs up and wraps them around Krvavy’s head, pulling the barbarian right against her sopping silt. The Drakling’s lower horns almost cup the Elf’s toned ass, providing some support, while her upper horns curve over the top of Beryl’s thighs, keeping the Elf from accidentally dislodging herself as she bucks her hips in bliss.

The fruity flavour of Beryl’s sweet juices soon saturates Krvavy’s mouth, filling her with the desire to dig in and devour this delicious delicacy in front of her. But Krvavy resists that urge. Her mind isn’t clouded by a haze of lust just yet. Mostly due to her cock being left unattended, throbbing in the cool air. And so... the barbarian decides to simply take it slow and just enjoy herself.

Krvavy kisses her Elf’s lower lips, gently pressing her mouth against the tanned tomboy’s slit again and again and again. Beryl wordlessly cries out, frustration clear in her voice as the barbarian plants soft kisses all across her needy and swollen slit but seemingly refuses to do anything more.

That desperate frustration is almost as delicious to the barbarian as her Elf’s juices are~.

After a few excruciating minutes, Krvavy abruptly moves her head up as much as her horns permit, the lower pair digging into the tomboy’s toned ass. Her emerald eyes gaze up into Beryl’s bright blue-green pair, half-lidded as they are. She grins and wraps her lips around Beryl’s clit.

“AAAHNNNNGHH~!” The tomboyish Elf’s gasping moan immediately shifts into a scream as pleasure wracks her body, her thighs clamping down around the barbarian’s head.

A mischievous twinkle fills Krvavy’s eyes as her teeth graze against that sensitive nub. Sliding her mouth down a bit, Beryl’s clit is once again left out in the cool air. But it isn’t completely ignored, as each breath Krvavy takes blows warm air down onto it from her nose, causing Beryl to twitch beneath those teasing sensations.

The seconds pass as the barbarian remains like this, not moving and simply breathing onto Beryl’s most sensitive of spots. It is torture for the Wood Elf, especially since Krvavy’s hands are still holding firmly onto her hips, preventing her from grinding against the barbarian’s face and finding true relief.

“You know,” the barbarian slowly speaks up from between the Elf’s athletic legs, “I thought about asking Thea to help out with this~. But that little brat would have just called me a pervert and said no. Still though, could you imagine how desperate you’d be if she zapped you~?”

“P-please! My, dear-AHH-ssst lo-UHH-ve~!” Beryl begs, her pleas interrupted by gasping moans as the Drakling’s long tongue sticks out and gently prods at her soaking slit.

“Please what~?” Krvavy teasingly asks, her hot breath grazing across the Elf’s desperately flushed flesh.

“NNGH~! Ple-EAAH-shhe~! HAAHH~! USHE MEE~!” Beryl desperately shouts out, her words slurring together with her moans.

“How can I say no to that~?”

“YESH~! MY LOHVE~!” The Elf screams in ecstasy and joy as Krvavy’s mouth descends upon her.

But as excited as that tomboy is... the barbarian keeps her fairly subdued pace, tormenting Beryl with the anticipation of even more pleasure. Rather than use her inhumanly long tongue to pound against the entrance to Beryl’s womb, Krvavy simply licks, kisses, and even nibbles on her Elf’s lower lips.

In other words, she is eating Beryl out rather normally, using the tip of her nose to put some occasional pressure on this tanned tomboy’s twitching clit.

Beryl’s needy moans, pleasured gasps, and desperate cries are like music to Krvavy’s ears. Even muffled by that tomboy’s toned thighs, she can still hear each part of that loud and lovely melody. Not to mention that she can feel those lewd sounds reverberating through her slutty Elf’s lithe body~.

A debauched symphony of lust fills the air, gradually growing to a frantic crescendo. “AAAUHH~!” The Wood Elf wordlessly shouts, her fruity juices gushing into Krvavy’s mouth as she is brought to orgasm once more.

Krvavy slows down to an almost languid pace, giving Beryl the chance to recover a bit. A few idle thoughts pass through the barbarian’s mind as her tongue trails around the Elf’s entrance. This whole act of eating her Elf out is oddly relaxing. It isn’t mindless, as Krvavy is paying close attention to how Beryl reacts to each slight sensation, but it doesn’t require much concentration either. More importantly, it is enjoyable.

The barbarian likes seeing her girls squirm in pleasure. She loves knowing that she is the one sending them to such ecstatic heights. But it isn’t just a selfless desire driving her enjoyment of this lewd act, as she is getting a fair bit out of it as well. Not as much as if she was fucking one of her girls, of course, but shivers of pleasure are running through her body all the same, building anticipation for when she does decide to use her Elf.

Krvavy isn’t in a rush for that though, as she is more than happy to continue indulging in the benefits that she doesn’t get to experience all that often. Namely the feeling of toned legs wrapping around her head and firm thighs pressing against her cheeks, surrounding her in a comforting warmth. And she can’t deny that the flavour itself is drawing her in. That is something she can experience with a kiss, but the wonderful fruity taste is much more pronounced down here, between Beryl’s thighs~...

“OHH~!” The Elf gasps out, causing those thoughts to drift from Krvavy’s mind as easily as they entered it. “YEASH~! M-AH~ LO-UHVE~!”

Without realizing it, Krvavy’s long tongue had ventured further past her lips, delving deep into this delicious delicacy in front of her. That bumpy appendage twists and turns inside the Wood Elf, rubbing against the receptive walls of Beryl’s constrictive and convulsing cunt.

The tanned tomboy’s whole body shudders in pleasure as the very tip of Krvavy’s tongue touches the barrier at the end of her drenched tunnel. The entrance to Beryl’s womb is as sensitive as always, the slightest bit of contact sending ecstatic sensations through the Elf.

The barbarian presses her long tongue forwards, firmly caressing the tender barrier as the rest of that meaty appendage wiggles and squirms, luxuriating in the delicious taste assailing it from all sides.

Beryl’s thighs squeeze down on Krvavy’s head, her juices gushing into the barbarian’s mouth. And as the Elf comes down from yet another orgasm, Krvavy decides that she has had enough. And by she Krvavy doesn’t mean Beryl. She means herself.

The Drakling’s dick is steadily dripping pre into the cool air, almost pumping out thick dollops with each needy and throbbing pulse. The underside of her shaft feels completely soaked as the slick liquid flows from the tip all the way down to her hefty sack. Krvavy has spent enough time selflessly pleasuring her Elf. Perhaps too long, considering that this was the last hurrah of Beryl’s punishment... But, either way, now she is the one who needs some relief.

Not that Beryl would really complain about that, of course~.

Her hands slowly slide over Beryl’s hips and down the Elf’s thighs, fingers digging into firm flesh as she forcibly pries the legs off her head.

“Nnnhoo~...” Beryl feebly moans out, resisting as much she can though ultimately unable to stop Krvavy from pulling away her weak and twitching legs. The Elf makes some unhappy noises intermingled with lustful gasps as the thick tongue slowly slides free from her quivering and clenching cunt, only to immediately trail upwards over her clit.

Krvavy slowly licks along the Elf’s toned belly, climbing the slight rise of her tomboyish tits, and ends her journey with a gentle nibble on Beryl’s long, pointed ear. One of the barbarian’s hands has found its way to the Wood Elf’s perfect ass, giving it a strong squeeze.

The barbarian’s oversized cock throbs in need as it presses against Beryl’s drenched slit. The Elf’s shaking and trembling legs clamp down around Krvavy’s waist, trying desperately to pull her in.

Krvavy just clicks her tongue and smiles as her free hand slides up Beryl’s side. Her scaled fingers trail along the faint muscles that lay beneath caramel coloured skin, feeling their sinewy strength, before coming to a stop beneath Beryl’s shoulder. Firmly gripping onto her, the barbarian lifts her Elf up and off of the thick stone hook.

Beryl’s arms immediately fall down around Krvavy’s neck, her wrists still bound together as she hugs onto her Drakling lover. The toned Elf leans in towards the barbarian, her blue-green eyes glazed with lust and her lips parted ever so slightly as she heavily pants and gasps.

The two remain like this for a few seconds, simply gazing into each others eyes. The tomboyish Wood Elf slowly moves her head in even more, the tip of her nose grazing against Krvavy’s as she gently nibbles on the barbarian’s bottom lip.

“MMPGHHH~!” The toned Elf moans as her body is abruptly penetrated on both ends, her soaked slit getting speared on Krvavy’s colossal cock and her throat bulged out by the barbarian’s dominating tongue.

Krvavy hungrily devours her Elf’s mouth, sloppily and messily kissing her lewd love without a care in the world, while simultaneously lifting the lithe woman up and down her length. Her swollen cockhead batters against the entrance to Beryl’s womb with each drop down, its flared crown pulling at that clingy cunt each time the tomboy is dragged back up.

Beryl’s beautiful blue-green eyes roll back in her head as her body quivers uncontrollably, wracked with mind-melting pleasure.

The tanned Elf’s pert breasts rub against Krvavy’s much larger pair as she is bounced on the Drakling’s oversized shaft, her nipples stiff and hard as they rub against the barbarian’s pale skin. Her inhumanly tight pussy clenches and clamps down with each orgasmic shudder, trying desperately to keep Krvavy’s cock inside of her.

With a muffled grunt, the barbarian’s hefty sack pulls up against her body, cock throbbing as she reaches her limit and doesn’t even bother trying to hold on any longer. Krvavy continues to bounce the Elf on her shaft as it unloads spurt after spurt of thick cum deep inside of Beryl, straight into that wonderful Wood Elf woman’s womb. Her movements grow slightly more erratic from the sharp spikes in pleasure, but that hardly even slows her down.

A wet warmth drips down Krvavy’s shaft from where they are joined, her seed leaking free from the constant motion.

Breathing deeply and driven more by instinct than conscious thought, the Drakling steps back and carefully heads towards their bedding, lips pressed to those of her Elf all the while. Her knees drop down onto a blanket strewn across some soft moss. Her ass comes to rest atop her ankles.

The haze of lust swirling through Krvavy’s strengthens and grows, washing away all thoughts beyond the most basic ones focused on pleasure and desire. Her long and inhuman tongue bulges Beryl’s throat as she begins to grind that tanned tomboy into her lap, unbothered by the large stretch of her shaft that can’t quite fit inside the constricting cunt clenching around the rest of her cockhead.

Pleasure pulses through the barbarian’s very being as she closes her eyes and basks in this bliss, letting her mind all but go blank. But this moment of calm won’t last long. She needs more. As does her Elf.

A weak moan vibrates through Krvavy’s mouth as she gently begins to bounce Beryl atop her cock once more.