Ch92: A Few More Questions ♥

Cuddling, Rather Relaxed & Casual Sex, Foursome (kind of, two are mostly there as 'support'), Voyeurism (implied more than anything).

Both brat and Were-Beast continue to stare at each other, neither one willing to be the first to look away. For different reasons.

Thea is doing her absolute best to scowl at the Orc, making her disdain quite obvious. But Khalia is returning that angry gaze with warm affection, gradually growing more confident as she begins to gleefully grin. Which just makes the silver-blonde noble even more annoyed. Which in turn just seems to embolden the Were-Beast even more.

Krvavy can’t help but smile at that sight. She is so very tempted to push those two girls just a little closer together...

“Khalia, if you don’t mind me asking,” Inanna’s calm voice catches the Were-Beast woman’s attention, ending the impromptu staring contest, “how much do you remember of your life before the ritual?”

The Orc tilts her head, visibly thinking for a few long seconds, before ultimately shrugging her shoulders.

Inanna’s copper-orange eyes meet Khalia’s amber-gold gaze. The dancing light of the fireplace caresses her voluminous coal-black hair, its heat helping her dry off. “What is your oldest memory?” The Dwarf changes her question.

“Rrmmm...” Khalia furrows her brow and scrunches up her face as she tries to remember. “On ground. Mate on top. Breeding me.”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow at her Orc’s answer. She has pressed Khalia against the ground and fucked her countless times. So that memory could be from just a few days ago, or it could be as far back as their initial meeting...

But before the barbarian can ask for a clarification or more details, Inanna moves onto another question. “How much do you remember of us? Of Krvavy, Beryl, Thea, and even myself?”

“Rrrmgh... Fuzzy.” Khalia accompanies her grunted answer with a shrug. “Girlie bathed me, washed body. Elf trained me, giving orders. Mate breeding me, holding me. You... Rrmmm... Big tits...? Mate brought home.”

The barbarian just barely holds back a laugh. She can’t tell if Khalia is calling the Dwarf big tits or if that is the first thing that she remembers of Inanna.

But, as amusing as that is, it isn’t quite as important as the fact that Khalia remembers being bathed by Thea...! That means she has at least some memories of when she was in her comatose state, as Thea hasn’t had to bathe her in quite a while.

“Is that all that is in your mind, you simple beast?” Thea sneers, glaring down at Khalia.

“No. Me remember you talk while washing me. Complai–mmph.”

“Ha ha!” Stilted, nervous laughter is forced past Thea’s lips as she presses both of her hands down over Khalia’s mouth, silencing the Orc. “S-stupid beast! I-I never talked to you or said anything bad to you back then! Your little dog brain is just... just making things up!”

Khalia’s intense amber-gold eyes narrow as she brushes aside the brat’s muffling hands with absolutely no effort. “You be good to Mate. Okay?”

Thea audibly gulps and quickly turns her head to the side, trying to pointedly ignore the Orc. She does not do a very good job at acting casual, making it quite obvious that she is worried about Khalia repeating whatever it was that she said.

How curious...

Krvavy would honestly be more surprised if Thea didn’t vent about her all the way back then, at the start of their relationship. So what kind of things was the brat saying to Khalia? Is she just embarrassed about having her complaints mentioned, or did she say some horrible things that she is legitimately worried about being brought up? Either could be the case. Both of those could even be true. Honestly, both of those probably are true.

“Tkk.” Beryl suddenly clicks her tongue, drawing the barbarian’s attention over to her. The Wood Elf is staring oddly at Thea, looking like she wants to say something. But after a few seconds she seems to decide against it, instead leaning forwards to look past the girl. “Khalia, dear, do ya like yer name?” She asks the Orc.

The Were-Beast woman blankly blinks once, and then twice. Her amber-gold eyes briefly glance over to Krvavy, before returning to Beryl. “Yes.” She answers, though her tone and reaction makes it seem like she is pretty much indifferent to having a name.

“Do ya feel a connection ta our dearest love?”

Khalia’s mouth opens slightly as she stares at Beryl, almost looking as if she thinks the Elf is stupid for asking such a question. “Mate is mate.”

“Beyond tha’.” Beryl sighs and shakes her head. “Ya ‘ave a part o’ yer Mate’s soul in ya. Do ya not feel a connection from tha’? Do ya not feel any different from before?”

The Orc simply shrugs in response.

Beryl presses her lips together into a thin line, looking a little frustrated with that lack of an answer. She then turns to Thea, staring rather intently at the brat in Krvavy’s lap. “Wha’ about ya, girl? Do ya remember feelin’ different before ya got a part o’ our dearest love’s soul in ya?”

“Ugh, why do you care?” Thea rolls her eyes as she huffs in annoyance. “This lustful lizard has taken me just about every single day since then, so of course I feel different! She has ruined me! There is not a waking moment where I am not d-damp, my own body betraying me by being ready to be bent over at any moment by this beast!”

The Wood Elf thoughtfully taps her chin, clearly wondering if that is a result of Thea’s soul being muddled with Krvavy’s lust, or if the girl is just a repressed slut.

“Do not look at me like that!” The silver-blonde noble girl whines, weakly glaring at Beryl. The blush colouring that brat’s cheeks kind of takes the bite out of her demands.

“My dearest love, when will ya gift me a part o’ yer soul? Like ya ‘ave done fer this impudent brat and yer puppy?”

“I... That really isn’t something I can control.” Krvavy replies with a shrug.

Beryl slowly sighs out. “It is just not fair... Ah love ya so much, Ah want ta ‘ave a part o’ ya always wit’ me. Ah deserve it. Ah ‘ave bared everythin’ ta ya.” Except for most of the details of her past, Krvavy can’t help but note. “So why ‘ave Ah not gotten a part o’ yer soul yet?”

“I don’t know.” The barbarian replies in a more serious tone, her hand resting on Beryl’s thigh. “I have no real idea how all this soul stuff actually works. Just a few guesses. So don’t let it bother you. It doesn’t really matter anyway.”

“It doesn’t matter...?” The tomboyish Elf sounds almost stunned as she incredulously repeats Krvavy’s words. “It does matter, my dearest love! Just ‘ow could ya even...!” She suddenly stops herself and takes a very deep breath. “My dearest love, even lookin’ past my own opinion on always ‘avin’ a part o’ ya wit’ me, it does matter. Yer soul ‘as made both Thea and Khalia more useful ta ya! The girl can take yer entire length! She is made fer ya ta fuck ‘er! And yer puppy is a livin’ weapon fer ya ta wield!”

“Beryl.” Krvavy forcibly says her Elf’s name. “My sweet berry. Is that was this is about? You want to be useful to me? You already are. Almost all of the food we eat we have because of you.”

“I don’t want ta just be useful because Ah can ‘unt or grow vegetables in my garden! Anyone can do tha’! Ah wan–”

The Wood Elf’s words are silenced as Krvavy’s lips press against her mouth. Beryl’s slightly wet blue-green eyes droop shut as she relaxes into the sudden kiss.

Warmth and affection pulses through the two lovers. Despite their nudity, and the fact that two other girls are sharing their loosely cuddled hug, this earnest embrace remains quite chaste. At most, there is a little bit of a back and forth as they nibble on each others bottom lips, but their tongues remain to themselves.

After a couple short minutes, the barbarian pulls back, causing Beryl to wistfully sigh out, wanting more. So much more...

The Drakling’s fingers dig into her tanned tomboy’s toned thigh. “My sweet berry, I love you.” Those few words cause the Elf’s face to flush red as her mouth curls into a smile. “I’m sure you’ll get what you want eventually, if you really care that much about it. But just be patient. Please. Let it happen in its own time, don’t try to force it. We don’t know what could happen if you do.”

Beryl leans her head against Krvavy’s side. “Alright, my dearest love. As much as it pains me, Ah’ll wait. Fer ya.” Her nimble fingers interlock with the barbarian’s scaled hand, gently squeezing it.

“Ugh! Enough of this sickening lovey-dovey talk!” Thea dramatically groans, tilting her head back against Krvavy’s chest in exasperation. “Can we get back on the topic of this weird furry beast already!? Or can you at least tell it to stop trying to grope me?!” The girl swats at Khalia’s pawed hand as it reaches for her leg. Which doesn’t do much to dissuade the touchy puppy, who just seems to be treating that as a game.

“What more is there to talk about?” Krvavy honestly asks as she gently grabs onto the Orc’s wrist, stopping her from grabbing onto Thea’s alluringly soft thighs. They have gotten a bit off topic here, and Krvavy can’t really remember if she had any more questions about Khalia.

“Well, my dearest love,” Beryl speaks up, “there is the matter o’ yer puppy’s strength. Quite a bit ta talk about there.”

“Oh? Is she not supposed to be this ridiculously strong?” The barbarian questions, her curiosity piqued.

“Ya mean ‘er attributes? Those are roughly wha’ Ah expected. A Were-Beast, even one partially transformed and locked inta a ‘lesser’ state, boasts incredible physical strength.” The Wood Elf reluctantly pulls away from Krvavy, leaning forwards so that she can look past Thea and lock eyes with Khalia. “No, Ah mean ta bring attention ta... other factors. Such as ‘er class.”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow at that. Looking back at Khalia’s stat sheet, she can see that the Orc is a Beast-Blooded Berserker. But that is all. She can’t see any of the bonuses that class gives, just the admittedly impressive sounding name.

Beryl sighs slightly at Krvavy’s lack of reaction. “Yer puppy ‘as a tier four class, my dearest love. Tha’ tier is unlocked at level fifty. And,” the Elf turns her attention back towards Khalia, “Ah believe it is functionin’ at full potential. Khalia, dear, is tha’ right?”

Khalia tilts her head in confusion, clearly not understanding what Beryl is asking her.

The Wood Elf clicks her tongue. “Are the numbers listed fer yer class big? Around ten fer both the flat values and percentages?”

“Rrmm... Yes.” The Were-Beast woman slowly nods her head.

A wide smile creeps onto Beryl’s face as she pridefully looks up at Krvavy. “See, my dearest love?”

“Ugh, so what if the dog has a fancy class?!” Thea whines out, clearly getting a bit tired of this conversation.

Before Beryl can respond, one of Krvavy’s hands slides up the brat’s body, groping her pert breasts on the way.

“Hey! What do you think you are doi–nGHH!?”

Krvavy’s thumb presses between Thea’s lips, muffling her complaints. “My, my, my,” the barbarian whispers into that brat’s ear, “you are acting a bit bitchier than usual~. Are you feeling jealous that I spent all morning with Khalia and not you~? Well, my lusty little loveslave, we can change that~.”

Thea’s eyes narrow as she defiantly glares up at Krvavy, though there is no real threat or anger behind them. Her expression suddenly shifts into a shocked look as the barbarian’s other hand slides up her thigh, moving aside the towel wrapped so tightly around her.

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“Now, now,” Krvavy playfully chides the brat biting down on her thumb, “no need for that.”

The noble girl’s soft-blue eyes go wide as she seems to remember where she is, darting back and forth between the other women in the room. Thea frantically shakes her head as best she can with Krvavy’s thumb still in her mouth, but her growing panic goes completely ignored as Krvavy grabs onto Thea’s hip and begins to lift her up.

After all, Thea isn’t actually struggling. Her arms remain crossed in front of her, simply letting Krvavy manhandle her like this without any resistance. Sure, she is holding her towel in place, but she doesn’t need both hands for that.

“Mmmgh~!” The bratty girl moans around the thumb in her mouth as she slowly gets lowered down the Drakling’s dick. Her trembling insides welcome that colossal cock with refreshing honesty, squeezing so snugly around the sizable shaft spearing into her soaked slit. A deep red blush burns across her fair skin, forcing Thea to nuzzle her cheek into the Drakling’s semi-scaled hand, letting those large fingers hide her flushed face from the others.

“Anyway,” Krvavy clears her throat and takes a moment to simply bask in the bliss gently washing over her. “Beryl, what were you saying about Khalia’s class?” Tingles of pleasure trail up her spine as she acts so very casual about all of this.

The Wood Elf lustfully bites onto her bottom lip as she gazes dreamily at the barbarian, her own cheeks flushed a rosy colour. “Oh!” Beryl gasps in surprise when Krvavy clears her throat again. “Apologies, my dearest love!”

Khalia’s hot breath caresses across Krvavy’s pale skin, the Were-Beast resting her head atop her barbaric Mate’s breast. Her large green-skinned tits squish into Krvavy’s side, nipples noticeably stiff as she cuddles up as close as she can.

Beryl shakes her head and takes a deep breath, taking a moment to compose herself before she speaks again. “Ah just wanted ta point out tha’ ‘er class makes yer puppy even stronger than one’d expect fer ‘er level. Ah suppose there is some significance in ‘er gettin’ a tier four class when she should only ‘ave a tier two one, but judgin’ by its name the reason is likely just an exception from wha’ she is.”

“Nngh~!” Thea rolls her hips around, shimmying side to side and front to back, grinding herself atop that rigid rod, its ridges rubbing so wonderfully against her most sensitive of spots. “Nnnghhmh~!”

The lewd magic that suffuses this beautiful brat’s body, making her capable of so easily taking Krvavy’s entire length, ensures that the entrance to her womb is just barely within reach of the Drakling’s dick, causing its swollen tip to bump and brush against that barrier in a way that has no right feeling as amazing as it does.

Those muffled moans cause the Elf to lose focus, her nimble fingers gliding across caramel skin as they unconsciously make their way towards her inner thighs. “Ahem,” Beryl tries to ignore the brat’s pleasured noises. “Ah also intended ta use talk o’ ‘er class as a segue inta a... less fortunate consequence o’ the ritual.”

Krvavy’s fingers dig into Thea’s hips, keeping the girl in her lap from moving much at all. “What do you mean?” She asks, speaking over the annoyed muffled moans of her little princess.

“Oh, it is nothin’ bad!” The Elf hastily clarifies, waving her hands in front of her. “It is just... Were-Beasts don’t ‘ave the best potential fer growth. Ah’m not sure ‘ow ‘er ‘avin’ a part o’ yer soul will affect tha’, but Ah suspect tha’ she’ll still take quite some time ta level up. The ritual is made fer desperate situations, where gettin’ more strength in the short-term is a must, and all o’ the power tha’ Were-Beasts ‘ave isn’t free. There is a cost ta everythin’.”

Khalia lifts her head just a little, though she seems a lot more interested in stealthily placing her paw-like hand just a bit above Thea’s knee. Bit by bit, her touch crawls higher and higher, moving at an utterly glacial pace. As if she is expecting to be scolded at any moment.

“But, as Ah said, it isn’t really a bad thing...” Beryl continues, holding a hand up to keep Krvavy from interrupting. “Yer puppy can still level up, don’t worry about tha’, and when she does each level will grant ‘er greater strength than they would ‘ave before.”

Thea wiggles and squirms, clenching around the cock crammed into her cunt. “Nnnngh!” That annoyed groan rumbles through the thumb still in her mouth. A thumb that her teeth are angrily pressing into, threatening to bite again. She bucks her hips back, butt banging against the barbarian’s buff belly, as her patience wears away.

Left with no other choice, the barbarian begins to slowly lifts the bratty blonde up her length. Jolts of pleasure arc through her body as each ridge pops out of that pouty princess’ perfect pussy. Barely more than her cockhead remains inside of that massaging hole before she lets gravity help guide the girl back down her dick.

“Okay...” Krvavy breathes out, doing an admirable job at staying composed and in control despite the pleasure washing over her.

Khalia’s strong arm squeezes between the silver-blonde brat’s twitching thighs. Her paw-like hand, with its worryingly sharp claws, find the Drakling’s hefty sack. With utmost care, she delicately cups those virile orbs, caressing them with the tips of her padded fingers.

“Nnnmhh~!” Dexterous fingers dance across the bulge in Thea’s belly, climbing upwards to cup one of her modest boobs. “Hhhhhn~!” Her tight love tunnel constricts around Krvavy’s cock as her nipple is lightly pinched and pulled. “Nnnhhhhnmh~!”

A haze of pleasure swirls around Krvavy’s mind. But despite that bliss, some thoughts do still flit through her mind, lingering on the conversation that seems to have mostly died down.

She... isn’t particularly happy with the fact that she’ll out level Khalia and leave the Orc behind, but that would have happened eventually even if Khalia didn’t become a Were-Beast... And, like Beryl said, it isn’t really that bad. Khalia will definitely be able to punch well above her level... So that number doesn’t matter quite as much for her...

“Hehhehehhehehehheh~...” Khalia softly giggles, apparently quite enjoying the weight of her Mate’s heavy sack resting in her hand, its virile heat almost burning into her palm. She presses her face right into the side of Thea’s head, deeply breathing in the scent of that brat’s silver-blonde hair, before dipping down just enough to plant some nibbling bites on that lewd girl’s shoulder.

Beryl vaguely mirrors the Were-Beast, though her nuzzling kisses are much gentler. And are given not to Thea, but Krvavy. Her soft lips brush over pale skin and black scales alike, leaving a damp trail of her love across the Drakling’s shoulder and chest. “Mwwwah~... Mmwahh~... Mwaahhh~...” Joy fills her voice as she playfully exaggerates those sounds.

Across the room, not all that far yet nowhere near close enough, sits Inanna. The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes watch that lewd and loving display, barely blinking and not for even a second looking away. Her expression is nearly blank she continues to idly comb her long and dense hair. Subtly and almost unnoticeably, her thick thighs rub together. Much harder to ignore are her nipples, those dark-grey mounds looking so much more plump and puffy than normal.

“Hnnnngghhh~!” Thea suddenly tenses up. “Hhhhggghh~!” Lewd liquids squirt from her stuffed slit, her undulating insides clenching and caressing around Krvavy’s cock with a frantic intensity.

Which is the last straw for the Drakling, pushing her over the edge as well. Had she not spent all morning fucking her puppy, then she undoubtedly would have cum much sooner.

“Hehehehheheehe~...!” An almost manic joy oozes from Khalia’s giggling laughter as the virile orbs resting in her hand pull up to the barbarian’s body. “Hehehheh~...! Yes~...! Mate breed girlie~...! Hehhehheheh~...!”

With nothing more than a faint grunt, Krvavy unceremoniously cums inside of her little princess. Her swollen shaft throbs with each spurt of seed it shoots out, unloading straight into Thea’s eager and willing womb. That bratty girl all but convulses in her lap, delightfully constricting pussy wringing out each and every last drop of cum from her cock.

“My dearest love~!” Beryl moans into the barbarian’s ear, pressing her naked body against the Drakling’s side. “There is one more thing we should discuss.” She whispers those words so quietly that her voice is hardly audible over the sound of Krvavy’s beating heart.

“Wha...?” The barbarian mutters out, coming down from her pleasured high a little too soon as her mind reasserts itself over her lust. She blinks, as if waking up from a deep sleep, and glances towards that tomboy with confusion written across her face.

“The reward tha’ ya got last night.” Beryl quietly adds, her lips so close to Krvavy’s own...

Krvavy narrows her eyes at her oddly cryptic Elf, before suddenly realizing what Beryl is alluding to. Her Divine Favour. But why is Beryl acting like – Oh.

It is almost as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. Not quite washing away her burning lust, but completely clearing her mind all the same. She never actually told Inanna about... all of that. The Dwarf has committed to being one of her girls, so this is something that she deserves to know.

“Hey, Inanna.” Krvavy calls out in a voice tinged with a bit of awkwardness. “It kind of slipped my mind, but... there is something I should tell you. I am the champion of a God.”

The Dwarf simply raises a thick eyebrow at that.

Taking a deep breath, the barbarian gets ready to explain herself.