Ch91: Questions About Khalia
“Heheheheh... hehhehehe...”
The Were-Beast woman presses right up against her Mate’s side, hugging the arm wrapped over her shoulders as she quietly giggles away.
“Alright, fine~...” Krvavy sighs in mock annoyance while already lifting a spoonful of stew up to her precious puppy’s plump lips. This Greenskin was really quite rowdy earlier, but... she is acting so well behaved now... and those big, amber-gold eyes...
Khalia’s carnivorous teeth clack down around the offered food, damaging that wooden utensil just a bit. Joy and happiness shines across her faintly freckled face, shaggy tail loudly thumping into the ground as she just barely restrains herself.
“Ugh, are you finally done?!” Thea’s thoroughly exasperated voice calls out from the doorway, drawing the barbarian’s attention over to her. The girl is standing there with a hand on her hip and is looking a bit more bitchy than usual.
A droplet of water drips down from Thea’s visibly wet hair, trailing across a cheek that, much like the rest of her skin, glistens with a damp sheen. A towel has, unfortunately, been tightly wrapped around her body, looking like a short dress that does a decent job at maintaining her modesty.
Inanna pushes past that silver-blonde brat, the jiggling sway of her completely bare breasts distracting the barbarian just a bit. “It would seem so.” She simply states, heading straight to the fireplace with a thick comb in her hand.
Thea’s lips curl into a scowl and her eye twitches, but before she can say anything Beryl steps in front of her.
“Sorry fer not bein’ ‘ere when ya woke, my dearest love.” The naked Elf gently smiles at Krvavy. “We just stepped outside ta ‘ave a... chat. Didn’t want ta disturb yer sleep. Or ta intrude on the private time tha’ came after it~.”
The bratty girl rolls her eyes. “Oh yes, we just had a chat...” She softly and sarcastically grumbles out.
Beryl shoots a quick glance back over her shoulder, which is enough to shut the silver-blonde brat up, before strutting straight towards Krvavy. “Did ya two ‘ave fun~?” She playfully asks, sitting down beside the barbarian.
“Hehheheheh...” Khalia’s quietly cackled giggling grow just a bit stronger as the Elf reaches over and pats her head, nimble fingers scratching behind her fluffy ears.
“Mh-hm.” The barbarian hums affirmatively as she smiles down at her happy puppy, watching the Orc melt into relaxed bliss in Beryl’s hands. For such a strong – and no doubt dangerous – woman, Khalia sure is adorable~...
“Ugh! Stop stalling, you old crone!” Thea angrily shouts from across the room, not having taken even a single step past the open doorway. “Are we going to talk about that creepy monster or what?!”
Beryl slowly sighs to herself as she pulls her hands back from Khalia. “My dearest love, Ah suppose this is the time fer ya ta ask the rest o’ yer questions.”
“Are you just going to ignore me?!” Thea indignantly cries out. “You turned the Greenskin into a Werewolf!”
“How many times do Ah need ta tell ya?! She is not a Werewolf, ya stupid girl!” The Wood Elf angrily snaps back, before clearing her throat and glancing guiltily towards Krvavy. “Apologies, my dearest love. Yer girl is just... worried. And ignorant. So very ignorant.”
“I would not be so ignorant if you were able to answer even a single question without walking circles with your words! Tree-hugging whore! Moss-brained bitch! Withered crone! Knife-eared harlot!”
Beryl leans onto Krvavy, resting her head on the barbarian’s shoulder while muttering something under her breath.
“Hey, you big lout of a lizard!” Thea calls out, accusatorily pointing at Krvavy. “How could you have just let that crone defile your, ahem, ‘puppy’ like that?! The Greenskin is a diseased monster now! A danger to us all!”
“This is just a big misunderstandin’ on tha’ uneducated brat’s part.” The tanned tomboyish Elf tiredly shakes her head. “She is equatin’ a Werewolf ta a Were-Beast.”
“They are the same thing! A dog is a dog regardless of what you call the breed!”
“It is not my fault yer Human language is so undeveloped tha’ th–!”
“Alright, alright, that’s enough arguing.” Krvavy interjects, cutting her Elf off. “Beryl, just explain the difference.”
“O’ course, my dearest love.” The Wood Elf replies with a smile, her warm and compliant tone causing Thea to groan from across the room. “A Were-Beast is wha’ ya get when someone is blessed by primal magics, their body bein’ reshaped ta better resemble the beast they’ve become and whose aspects they bear. A Werewolf, on the other ‘and, is the result o’ a magical disease, a curse, tha’ twists ones body and mind inta a ravenous mockery o’ nature, inta a monster.”
The barbarian blankly blinks at Beryl. She... Quite frankly, she is with Thea on this one. Those sound like they could be literally the exact same thing, just phrased differently. One positively and one negatively.
“If I may,” Inanna slowly speaks up, clearing her throat as she turns away from the fire. “From what I understand, the difference is in the magic. Particularly the nature and quality of it. Think of the two as a couple of pies. One is hearty, filling, and delicious, while the other will make you sick if you eat it. But they are both still pies.”
“Ach, tha’...” Beryl grumbles at that analogy, not happy with its simplicity, but she doesn’t refute what the Dwarf has said. It is, evidently, close enough to not bother trying to nitpick.
“Oh, what a difference.” Thea sarcastically rolls her eyes.
The tanned Elf slowly sighs out once more, clearly trying to ignore the silver-blonde brat. “My dearest love, as Ah told ya last night, a Were-Beast is not any specific animal. The end result may physically resemble one animal over another, but tha’ is mostly superficial. At least beyond certain features, like the large diggin’ claws o’ a badger, fer instance. Tha’ is because a Were-Beast takes the best o’ wha’ nature ‘as ta offer inta themselves, not pickin’ and choosin’ wha’ they want.”
Apparently a little annoyed that Krvavy stopped feeding her, the topic of this conversation reaches her paw-like hands out and grabs the bowl full of her food, bringing it to her lips and hungrily devouring it all in a matter of moments.
“Well, tha’ is normally the case.” Beryl adds after a second, sounding slightly sheepish. “Ah did try ta steer the ritual in a specific direction, after all. Ah’m not quite sure o’ the exact consequences o’ tha’, but Khalia will likely be less fluid in wha’ she is. Physically speakin’, fer the most part. There is a bit mor–”
“And you are going to claim that a Werewolf is different because it is always a wolf?” Thea derisively calls out, bringing the Elf back on topic.
“Exactly.” Beryl curtly replies, causing the bratty girl to groan in annoyance. “Though o’ course the accursed abominations tha’ ya are thinkin’ o’ don’t ‘ave ta be wolves per se. There are other kinds, such as Werebears, Wereboars, and Werecats, just ta name a few. But each o’ those sick perversions o’ nature are in the shape o’ a specific animal. They spread their curse like a disease, through bites and scratches, and their loathsome lineages can be traced back through these infections. A Werewolf bite will lead ta a new Werewolf, a Werebear bite will lead ta a new Werebear, and so on. Assumin’ the victim survives tha’ encounter, o’ course. But a Were-Beast bite will simply just ‘urt.”
“That is stupid.” The silver-blonde brat snidely states, rolling her eyes. “You are s–”
“Okay,” Krvavy interjects, clapping her hands together as she cuts Thea off before the girl can hurl any more insults. “They are different. Got it.” The barbarian sharply exhales. She was getting a slight headache from listening to all of that... To her, the so called difference seems rather minor and she honestly doesn’t care about these convoluted definitions, as long as it doesn’t put her girls at risk. “We aren’t going to wake up covered in hair or anything, right?”
“Not unless Khalia sheds.” Beryl replies with a playful smile. “But really, don’t ya worry. Yer puppy is not a crude mockery o’ nature. The only way she’ll be makin’ more Were-Beasts is by ‘avin’ children.”
Khalia immediately perks up at that, her tail thumping on the ground as she stares intensely at the tomboyish Elf. The bowl she had been licking clean quickly goes forgotten.
“That’s still possible?” Krvavy curiously questions. A part of her would have thought that such a dramatic transformation would leave Khalia sterile, but then again this is magic...
“Aye, o’ course. Ta breed and bring new life inta the world is the most natural thing there is, so ta utterly prevent tha’ possibility... Tha’ kinda goes against the magics tha’ remade ‘er~.” Beryl playfully states, blue-green eyes twinkling with amusement. “Though...” Her expression slowly grows more serious. “Ah don’t know ‘ow easy a time she’d ‘ave, gettin’ and bein’ pregnant. Those who become Were-Beast’s are pretty rare where Ah’m from, and it’d be nigh impossible ta find one outside o’ my ‘omeland. On top o’ tha’... they tend ta live in relative isolation, stickin’ ta their duties and protectin’ wha’ they’re sworn ta. So its not like there are a bunch o’ examples runnin’ about tha’ Ah can point ta and say ‘see, Ah’m right’...”
Khalia stares rather intensely at the tanned tomboy, who is too deep in thought to notice the amber-gold eyes locked onto her.
“Then there’s also the extra bit o’ uncertainty we’d ‘ave ta deal wit’ as well... This is a ritual used on Wood Elves, and Khalia ‘ere may ‘ave been the first Orc ta ever undergo it, so Ah can’t guarantee tha’ it’ll all work exactly as Ah believe it should. Especially since ya, a Drakling, would be the father o’ those children...” Beryl pauses for just a second. “My gut does say it is still possible though, so don’t ya worry yerself too much. When the time comes, ya should still be able ta breed ‘er.”
A bright, toothy grin fills Khalia’s face, putting her four little tusks on full display as she happily nuzzles into her Mate’s half-hug.
Krvavy, meanwhile, simply nods her head. She isn’t concerned about impregnating her Orc any time soon, Superior Stud will help prevent anything like that from accidentally happening, but it is good to know that it is still possible. Khalia clearly wants to have children, or cubs as she called them, and Krvavy wouldn’t want her getting depressed or anything if she was completely incapable of fulfilling that dream.
And, thinking about that, Krvavy should really tell her precious puppy about how she has her own fertility set to zero right now. Wouldn’t be nice to let Khalia get her hopes up and think she is already pregnant...
“Oh, also, one more thing about this.” The tanned Elf interrupts Krvavy’s thoughts. “The children o’ Were-Beasts don’t necessarily share their parents’ beastly features. They are born wit’ features tha’ are in flux, only solidifying when they start ta grow out o’ bein’ children. Wha’ exactly tha’ means... Ah don’t quite know. Ah’ve never seen a Were-Beast child myself. Ah just know they do and can exist. And Ah’m also not sure if tha’ll be the case fer Khalia’s kids, as she ‘erself is a bit more solid than a normal Were-Beast... But tha’ is still somethin’ Ah felt ya both should know.”
“Alright...” Krvavy slowly mutters back, mulling over that information for a few moments. With a shake of her head she puts those thoughts aside. She isn’t going to become a parent any time soon, so no need to worry about it just yet. “Ahem,” she clears her throat and looks towards the doorway. “Anyway... Thea. You won’t get bitten and turn into a monster, so you don’t need to keep hanging around all the way over there. Come here, my little princess~.”
Thea’s eye twitches slightly and her lips twist into an unpleasant scowl. “Ugh, fine!” She groans and rolls her eyes as she finally enters the bedroom. The silver-blonde brat pointedly ignores Krvavy’s invitation to sit in her lap and instead walks right past the barbarian.
“Rrrrghh!” Khalia suddenly growls, lurching forwards and loudly snapping her teeth together so very close to Thea’s soft skin.
“AAAAAAIIEEEA!” The silver-blonde brat wordlessly shrieks in a shrill, terrified voice as she trips and falls to the ground, her towel slipping off her body in the process.
“Hehehehhahahah!” The Were-Beast woman immediately starts to giggle and cackle, trembling as that maddened laughter rolls through her buff body. “Haahahahhah! Little girlie scared~! Hahahhahahahhah!”
“SHUT UP!” Thea spits out from ground, her face burning red in anger and embarrassment as she hatefully glares at the Orc, covering her exposed chest and crotch with her hands. “Just SHUT UP! You CREEPY MONSTER! DISGUSTING DOG! FURRY FREAK!”
Khalia continues to cackle away, uncaring of the insults hurled her way, until Krvavy flicks her on the nose.
“Bad girl!” The barbarian firmly growls out those two potent words, immediately causing the Greenskin to freeze in fear. “Don’t ever do anything like that to one of my girls! Not even as a joke! Do you understand!? Never hurt or threaten those who are mine!”
Khalia quietly whimpers, fluffy ears flattened against the sides of her head, as tears well up in her wide eyes. Without any hesitation, she shakily nods her head.
“Now apologize.”
“S-sorry, girlie...” The Orc’s voice is dripping with regret and remorse. “Me... sorry...”
“Good.” Krvavy grunts out, before turning her gaze towards her bitter looking brat. “Thea, come here.” She all but demands, patting her muscled thigh.
Thea’s mouth opens and closes a few times as a look of complete bewilderment fills her face. “Why would I ever do that?!” She asks Krvavy, as if the barbarian was a complete idiot.
“You really want to leave such a prestigious seat left unfilled?” The Drakling returns, before sighing as that clearly doesn’t convince the girl. Which she should have expected, really. “You need to get used to being around her. And I promise that she won’t do anything stupid like that again. Right, Khalia?”
The Were-Beast quickly nods in agreement, willing to do anything to make it up to her Mate.
“Fine...” Thea reluctantly grumbles and groans as she rises back to her feet, wrapping the towel back around her body as she does so. “But we must address how... unsettling... that thing is.” The bratty girl demands as she sits in the barbarian’s lap, glaring down at Khalia.
“Yer puppy is a little terrifying.” Beryl agrees, giving Thea a reassuring pat on the shoulder, though that only seems to further annoy the girl. “While Ah wouldn’t call ‘er unnatural, she is definitely a bit... distressin’. Mainly in ‘ow she laughs, ta be honest, but ‘er eyes also ‘ave a predators glint. She’s made fer war, fer slaughterin’ invaders, not fer cuddlin’.”
“Yeah! This thing is creepy!” Thea loudly declares, her confidence bolstered by the Elf’s support. “We should make it sleep away from us! In a dog house or–”
“Ach, girl, shut yer mouth.” Beryl lightly smacks the back of Thea’s head. “Ah am saying nothin’ o’ the sort. As Ah’ve said multiple times, Ah do not think this puppy is a danger. Ah am just sayin’ tha’ she will take some gettin’ used ta. This new Khalia o’ ours is designed ta draw out instinctual fears, but tha’ does not mean those fears are rational.”
The silver-blonde brat simply rolls her eyes and goes silent.
Krvavy’s gaze moves across the room, drawn towards the fire where the Dwarf is still sitting and combing away at her voluminous hair. “Inanna, do you have anything to add?” The barbarian asks, mainly because Inanna has been mostly left out of this conversation.
“Not really.” The Dwarf bluntly states. “Khalia is a bit weird, no doubt, but aren’t we all?”
Silence slowly fills the room, as none of them seem to know how to respond to that. There just isn’t any denying that they are all weird in their own ways. Even Thea knows that. Not that the brat would ever admit it.
“Well, my dearest love,” Beryl eventually speaks up, “do ya like yer puppy’s new look?”
“She’s beautiful.” Krvavy replies without any hesitation. “Just look at her, she–”
The barbarian abruptly cut herself off as Khalia jumps up to her feet. “Look!” The Orc almost demands, flexing her furred arms and twirling in place. A slight trickle of cum visibly trails down her inner thigh as she moves around.
“She ‘as some lovely ears, doesn’t she?” Beryl smiles at the Were-Beast woman.
Khalia suddenly pauses and looks down at herself, noticing the cum leaking from her slit. Her hand quickly darts down between her legs, trying to scoop the seed back inside of her. “Oh!” She gasps in surprise as her palm presses against her clit.
The Orc’s eyes go wide as a look of realization fills her face, as if she had just remembered something. Which, for some reason, causes her to freeze. The excitement filling Khalia’s entire being disappears in an instant. A reddish hue colours her green-skinned cheeks as she turns her head away.
“Is somethin’ the matter?” Beryl asks, her thin brow furrowing faintly in concern.
“Rrrrghhhnnhh...”
“Ugh, seriously!?” Thea scowls and rather hatefully glares at the Were-Beast unintentionally looming above her. “You have the gall to act bashful after that meanspirited scare you gave me!? Accursed cur! Whatever it is you are hiding, just fucking show it off already! No matter how embarrassing it is, you damned dog bitch!”
“Thea –”
Krvavy starts to admonish her silver-blonde brat, but gets cut off rather quickly by a pathetically weak whimper.
“Hhhhhhhhnnnnhhh...” Khalia refuses to look anyone in the eye, keeping her head lifted up and turned away her bottom lip quivers in such a heartrendingly adorable way. One of her paw-like hands presses down atop the wild bush of her pubic hair, while the other shakily gestures towards her previously hidden clit.
That nub pulses in time with Khalia’s heartbeat, steadily swelling thicker and longer from all the blood surging into it. After just a few long seconds it stops growing, standing tall from Khalia’s crotch as a pillar of red-brown flesh, tapering into a point at the tip.
The Drakling can’t help but frown as she watches that display.
She doesn’t like the idea that one of her girls has a cock of some sort. It may be a bit hypocritical coming from Krvavy, but she wants to be the only dick around here.
“How interestin’...” Beryl mutters out, leaning forwards and looking at it more closely. “It appears ta still be just ‘er clit, my dearest love.” The Elf states, having picked up on Krvavy’s slight discomfort. “There is no slit at the tip or anythin’. It is just solid flesh.”
The barbarian narrows her eyes as she critically inspects Khalia’s apparent clit-cock.
The smooth shaft is fairly large, but not as impressively so as Krvavy’s Draconic dick is. This Greenskin’s clit would still put most cocks to shame with its size though, as it looks to be just a bit over half the length of the barbarian’s own oversized shaft. But it is fairly slender, especially approaching the tip, which makes it look a little smaller than it actually is.
And, just as Beryl said, it does seem to just be a solid rod of flesh. It is pretty much just a strange fleshy strap-on, without the straps. Oddly enough, thinking of it that way helps Krvavy feel a bit better about it being on Khalia. It is still quite weird, of course, but it isn’t a deal-breaker. At least as long as that thing doesn’t shoot out cum. That is something the barbarian won’t be able to tolerate at all.
She doesn’t need nor want that kind of competition.
Breathing out, Krvavy slowly accepts her Orc’s odd pseudo-penis clit. Khalia is a hyena after all, even if she doesn’t have the spots. So it is kind of fitting in a perverted way...
“It... not feel as nice when bigger...” Khalia mumbles in embarrassment, hesitantly poking her engorged clit with a clawed finger. Despite using enough force to make it wobble around as if it had been flicked, she barely reacts to that bit of contact. “And... rrrghhhnh...” Her clit-cock throbs again, beginning to swell up near its base, forming a bulbous knot that gives it a rather canine appearance.
Krvavy raises an eyebrow but isn’t particularly surprised.
If this Orc Were-Beast can grow her clit into a fake cock, then making it look more like a dog’s dick isn’t much of a shock. It is incredibly weird, but that is just adding to all the overall weirdness of this situation. A drop in the bucket, at this point.
“How do you already know how to do such perverse things?” Thea asks with contempt and disgust in her voice, though her cheeks are slightly flushed from the lewd sight standing before her.
“Just... do...” The Were-Beast woman reluctantly grunts back, looking thoroughly embarrassed but also a little relieved as she lets her strange pseudo-penis shrink back into a normal clit. She remains where she is for a few long seconds before tentatively returning to Krvavy’s side. A long sigh escapes past her plump lips as she isn’t pushed away, instead being allowed to nestle back beneath the barbarian’s arm.
Krvavy honestly doesn’t know what to say after all of that, but luckily the awkward silence does not last long at all.
Thea leans back in the barbarian’s lap, moving away from Khalia and tilting her head towards Beryl. “Is this beast a bit simple?” The brat quietly asks. “She talks like an idiot.”
Beryl sighs as she hears that question, which Khalia most definitely heard as well. “Girl, she is not slow. Especially not compared ta ya.”
Thea angrily opens her mouth to respond, but immediately gets silenced as the Elf pinches her lips shut.
“The magic Ah used ta ensure she would be more intelligent also imprinted knowledge o’ the Common Tongue from both myself and Krvavy inta ‘er. The fact tha’ she can talk at all shows it worked.” Beryl dryly states. “This puppy may speak in a way tha’ makes ‘er seem simple, but tha’ does not mean she is simple. Ya must remember tha’ ‘er mind was not in the best o’ states before, so she may need some time gettin’ used ta bein’ ‘er own person again.”
The silver-blonde brat clearly isn’t convinced by that, but she doesn’t argue with it either. She simply rolls her eyes and contemptuously glares at the Were-Beast sitting beside her.
Khalia hesitantly smiles back, innocently wagging her tail.