Ch98: Down in the Grotto Garden ♥♥
Wholesome, Relaxed & Gentle, Large Insertion, Outdoor Sex (kind of), Cowgirl / Riding, Blowjob, Facial.
“Oh? Are ya goin’ ta spend all day wit’ me, my dearest love?” Beryl’s long and pointed ears perk up as she excitedly jumps to her feet, taking a moment to brush the soil from her hands and knees.
“Huh?” Krvavy pauses, stopping right beside the plot of tilled dirt that her Wood Elf had been working in. “I just came down to check out your garden.” She plainly states. “Haven’t done that in a while.”
“Oh... Ah just assumed...” A slight bit of embarrassment hangs onto the Elf’s words, her blue-green gaze dropping down to the ground. “Wha’ wit’ ‘ow ya spent most o’ the other day wit’ yer Dwarf, and ‘ow ya were gone all o’ yesterday on yer hunt wit’ Khalia...” Beryl softly shakes her head, before stepping right up to Krvavy and gently grabbing onto the hands of her Draconic lover. A reassuring smile blossoms across her face. “But tha’ is alright, Ah’m sure ya’ve got better things ta do.”
“Well, I don’t really have anything to do right now....” The barbarian’s brow furrows ever so slightly. “I guess I can help you out down here, or something. If you’d like.”
“I’d love tha’. Thank ya.” Beryl beams with joy, rising onto the tips of her toes and reaching her head up to give Krvavy a quick peck on the lips. “Yer girl is goin’ ta be a bit annoyed though. Leavin’ ‘er ‘til last and puttin’ aside workin’ on our ‘ome just ta spend time wit’ me~.”
Krvavy gives a rather dismissive shrug in response. “I’m out of mana, and she already helped me restore as much of it as she’s willing to in one day. So if she is annoyed, that’s on her.”
The tomboyish Wood Elf gives both of Krvavy’s hands a light squeeze, not willing to let them go just yet. “Those rocks... ‘ow well’re they growin’? The ores ya got from yer shop, Ah mean. Ah ‘aven’t ‘ad the chance ta go over and look at them myself yet.”
“They’re alright, I guess.” The barbarian idly returns her tomboy’s soft squeeze. “Inanna thinks that the circles around them show how close each seed is to being fully grown, but... it’s kind of hard to tell right now. It’ll be weeks until they’re ready.”
“Such interestin’ things, those ‘seeds’...” A rather thoughtful look fills Beryl’s face. “Ah wonder wha’ else ya can get wit’ tha’ favour o’ yers...”
Krvavy tilts her head just a little, a tinge of both concern and curiosity entering her voice. “You’re not upset that I wasted some favour on them? Thought you wanted me to keep saving it up?”
“Ach, o’ course I’m not upset about tha’.” Beryl almost laughs, finally pulling back from the barbarian. “Those seeds seem more than useful enough ta justify purchasin’ them. Besides, Ah did make ya buy the upgrade ta yer Superior Stud trait, which was a bit more o’ a waste. Ah...” Idly and rather abashedly, she tucks a strand of brunette hair behind one of her Elvish ears. “Ah am still sorry about tha’.”
“It’s alright. As long as you don’t tie me down against my will and gag me so I can’t even complain. Again.”
The Elf’s face flushes with shame as she glances to the side, looking over to the stump where she did exactly that.
Krvavy slowly sighs out. She didn’t really mean to be so passive aggressive, and she doesn’t want Beryl to keep feeling guilty over something that Krvavy has already punished her for...
“Aahhh!” Beryl gasps in surprise as the Drakling suddenly reaches out and scoops her up, holding her in a bridal carry.
“I said that it’s alright.” Krvavy gently kisses her tanned tomboy of an Elf on the forehead.
Beryl’s cheeks burn a reddish hue as she nuzzles up against the barbarian’s bare breasts. “How was yer hunt yesterday? Ya came back pretty late last night, but Ah saw tha’ Khalia caught a deer.”
“It was fun, for the most part.” Krvavy replies, shrugging as best she can with an entire Wood Elf held in her arms. “But are you really going to keep asking about the others? Even when I’m holding you like this?”
“Aah... Well...” The tomboy trails off before she really even begins, clearly unsure of what to say.
“How’s your garden doing?” Krvavy asks, trying to give her sweet berry something to talk about. Maybe it’d be easier to have this conversation if she put Beryl back on the ground...? But, nah, that’s not happening~.
Beryl’s blue-green eyes immediately light up. “Oh! It’s goin’ wonderfully.” She happily states, smiling widely and warmly. “Everythin’ is growin’ great down ‘ere. The soil is just perfect, even before Ah do my magic on it~! Ach, Ah could do wit’ a bit more sunlight though...”
“Yeah, a cave isn’t exactly the best place to start a garden.” Krvavy jokingly replies in as deadpan a tone as possible, though she is unable to keep a smile off of her face from seeing her tomboyish Elf so excited.
“Ah don’t mean ta sound ungrateful, my dearest love!” Beryl hastily says, a slight bit of worry in her voice as she seems to completely miss Krvavy’s playful intent. “It is truly lovely down ‘ere! The grotto is sheltered and safe! Ah don’t need ta worry about storms, nor pests!”
“I was just joking,” the barbarian quickly reassures the Wood Elf woman, tightly hugging onto her, “I didn’t think you were being ungrateful or anything like that...”
“Apologies, my dearest love...” Beryl slowly breathes out, relaxing into the Drakling’s strong arms. A few long seconds pass on by before she suddenly shakes her head and breaks the comfortable silence. “Now, are ya goin’ ta just keep ‘oldin’ me like this?” A glimmering gleam fills her blue-green gaze. “Or would ya like ta get more comfortable~? We could make some nice new memories on tha’ stump~! Ones tha’ll wash away the old~!”
Krvavy raises an eyebrow as the Elf seductively trails a hand down her chin, nimble fingers caressing her soft scales. “Sure.” She replies after a few moments consideration. She doesn’t see a reason to turn down that offer. Not that she has thought particularly hard about it.
“Ach, come on. At least act excited.” Beryl playfully pouts, crossing her arms over her pert breasts. “It isn’t every day tha’ ya get the chance ta ‘ave a romp wit’ a willin’ Wood Elf~!”
“Well, actually, it kind of is.” The barbarian teases back, doing her best to keep up a calm and unbothered act as she steps ever closer towards the purposefully shaped stump. “Pretty much every morning I wake up to your lips wrapped around me.”
“Tha’ is different.” The tanned Elf exaggeratedly sighs. “Would ya deny a woman ‘er breakfast~?”
Krvavy lightly shakes her head and, with just a bit of hesitation, carefully sits down on the stump seat. A slight bit of discomfort tickles at the back of her brain. Which she ignores, instead focusing on bringing Beryl into her lap and making sure that tomboy is as comfortable as can be. “So... what kind of memories did you want to make?”
Beryl playfully sticks out the tip of her tongue as Krvavy nonchalantly ignores her teasing. “As Ah said already, my dearest love, nice ones~! Nothin’ big or grand, but still somethin’ the both o’ us will enjoy~. If it is alright wit’ ya... Ah’d like ya ta just sit back and relax~. Ah’ll make ya feel good~...!”
The barbarian can’t help but bite the inside of her cheek, feeling more than a little apprehensive to be back here again, sitting on this stump seat... A part of her is worried that vines will burst out of the ground at any moment, binding her down and leaving her unable to move even a bit... And that vague promise of being made to ‘feel good’ isn’t exactly helping... But she trus–
“Ach, don’t look at me like tha’.” The tanned Elf unhappily clicks her tongue as she nimbly moves around in Krvavy’s lap. “It won’t be like last time, Ah promise.”
Beryl’s soft lips press against the barbarian’s shoulder, neck, and then mouth. But before that brief peck can truly become a kiss, the Elf pulls herself back. A loving smile fills her face. “How Ah wish Ah could take yer whole length like yer brat does...” She wistfully sighs, straddling onto Krvavy’s waist with a knee on each side of the Drakling’s hips.
Nimble fingers gently caress that swiftly swelling shaft, a palm pressing against its pulsing cockhead as its underside is held against the tomboys toned tummy. That pale length contrasts with Beryl’s caramel skin, its tip easily reaching up past her bellybutton.
A fact which seems to excite and disappoint the Wood Elf in equal measure. Heat emanates from her needy slit, those swollen lower lips squished into the base of that ridged rod, resting atop its heavy sack.
“Maybe... Maybe Thea will get a spell to help you with that, one day...?”
The tomboyish Wood Elf softly shakes her head, causing a strand of her short hair to fall across her face. “Don’t get my ‘opes up, my dearest love.” She gently smiles, though it doesn’t fully reach her blue-green eyes. “But... maybe if Ah ‘ad...”
Krvavy raises a hand and brushes that loose lock of hair aside right as her sweet berry trails off with another sigh.
“Ach, forget tha’.” The lithe woman clicks her tongue, pushing away whatever thought she had as she lifts her hips high into the air. “Just relax and let me take care o’ ya, my dearest love~.”
Beryl’s dexterous fingers loosely wrap around the girthy rod standing tall beneath her. That colossal cock throbs impatiently as she caress the increasingly rigid ridges that line its length, taking a deep breath as she properly positions herself.
A wet heat touches the very tip of the Drakling’s dick. Sweet juices and slick pre alike are slathered across the monstrous and almost fist-sized cockhead as a smooth and hairless slit rubs against it. Those lewd liquids drip down its sizable shaft.
“Hahhh~...!” Beryl gasps out a moan as she begins to lower herself down at a gradual and rather relaxed pace. With just the tiniest bit of help from the tips of her fingers, her lower lips are spread open by that indomitable dick. An intense pressure welcomes the stiff sword slowly spearing inside of her. “Hhah~...!”
Love and affection shine in the tomboy’s bright blue-green eyes, mirrored by the emerald pair of her Draconic lover. Both Beryl and the barbarian breathe in and out together, luxuriating in the soft sensations assailing them both.
All to soon, the head of Krvavy’s cock presses against the frustratingly familiar barrier to Beryl’s womb, its entrance kissing at her very tip in an almost mocking way. As usual, what looks like half of that sizable shaft remains exposed to the cool cave air, unable to fully fit inside.
Taking a deep breath, the Elf reaches out to Krvavy, resting one hand on the barbarian’s shoulder to help stabilize herself. The other makes its way to her belly, caressing the visible bulge caused by the oversized cock completely filling her up.
“Aahn...!” The tanned tomboy quietly moans as her Draconic lover grabs onto her lithe and toned body, gently holding onto her in a loose embrace.
“My sweet berry,” Krvavy teasingly coos, her hands doing little more than lightly massaging the wonderful Wood Elf, “what sort of grand plans do you have for this garden of yours~?”
A brief look of confusion flashes across Beryl’s face, before quickly getting replaced by a wide and loving smile. “So many things, my dearest love~! Ah’ll grow ya the best garden this world ‘as ever seen~! A paradise fer ya and me and all the others ya call yer own~!”
Resisting the urge to kiss her Elf, Krvavy instead returns the smile and gestures for Beryl to continue.
Blue-green eyes light up with excited joy, twinkling like polished gemstones as they lovingly gaze straight into the barbarian. “My dearest love~!” The Wood Elf coos out as her hips begin to slowly roll back and forth, causing a steady stream of pleasure to flow through them both.
Krvavy stifles a pleasure gasp as a constricting pressure clenches down around her turgid tip, and the section of her shaft held so snugly inside of this tomboy’s tight slit. Her thumbs idly trail over the border between Beryl’s belly and hips, hands holding and caressing across caramel skin.
“Oh, my dearest love~!” Beryl leans forwards to give Krvavy a quick kiss. “Ah want the garden ta be layered~. A forest o’ its own~! There’ll be large trees tha’ stand above it all as the canopy, bearing plenty o’ fruits fer ya ta enjoy~! Beneath tha’ will be smaller trees fer nuts and more fruits~! Then there’ll be the shrubberies fer currants and berries~! Placed around the roots and in between all o’ tha’ would be the plots fer the vegetables, herbs, and tubers~! And o’ course there would be vines, spreadin’ across the ground and climbin’ back up ta the top~!”
Despite the growing excitement in the Elf’s voice, she remains rather subdued in her movements. Instead of focusing on pleasure, on pushing each other to higher heights, both Wood Elf and Drakling are content to simply enjoy each others presence, luxuriating in the sensations of being joined together. Bliss fills them both, joyful and warm~...
“You... you’ve put a lot of thought into this, to have so much planned.” Krvavy affectionately gazes at her lovely Elf, heart fluttering as she sees just how happy Beryl is.
“Aye, my dearest love, Ah ‘ave~!” The lithe woman leans forwards once more, briefly kissing the Drakling she is proud to call her lover before resting with their foreheads pressed together, something that can just barely be done with Krvavy’s large horns. “Ah ‘ave always dreamed o’ ‘avin’ a garden o’ my own~...! One Ah can grow ‘owever Ah wish~...! It’ll take me ages ta achieve, but wit’ time even the smallest acorn can grow inta a mighty oak~...! Ah’ll make yer grotto inta somethin’ even better fer ya~...!”
With her Elf so close, Krvavy can no longer hold herself back. One of her hands finds itself gliding all the way up Beryl’s toned back, feeling the muscles hidden beneath tanned skin, before grabbing onto the tomboyish Elf’s short hair. Lips pressed together, the barbarian’s long tongue delves into her sweet berry’s mouth, hungrily kissing the lithe woman in her lap.
Beryl moans around that inhuman tongue as it utterly dominates her, twisting around and pressing at the entrance to her throat. Scaled fingers run through her messy hair, gliding through the richly coloured brunette strands that barely reach halfway down her neck.
Krvavy’s other hand slides around the Elf’s hip, firmly squeezing Beryl’s modest and athletic ass. Pleasure rolls through the barbarian as the tomboyish Wood Elf’s insides clamp down around her shaft, massaging half of its length as sweet juices drip down the rest of it.
A part of her increasingly lust-drunk mind drifts as she devours her Elf’s mouth, captivated by the woman in her lap. Beryl’s body is beyond perfection, putting both supermodels and the most stunning of statues to shame. And it isn’t just Krvavy’s love that makes her feel that way.
The barbarian is intensely attracted to each of her women, but there is no doubt that Beryl is the most classically beautiful of them all. Khalia has a wild and unkempt beauty, her body strong and intimidating. Inanna’s Dwarven proportions, her thick thighs and obscenely large breasts, contrast with the cool beauty of her calm and collected personality. Only Thea truly competes with the Wood Elf, her body softer and more reminiscent of ancient Greek statues, but that beauty is often spoiled by her sour expressions.
Krvavy is, undoubtedly, an absolute pervert. She has an intense lust for tits: the bigger the better. And yet Beryl is, in that regard, the least endowed of her girls. But that doesn’t matter to the barbarian. The Elf’s small boobs hardly fill Krvavy’s large hands, and yet they are still perfect. They fit in with the rest of Beryl’s almost divine body; the brownish pink nipples blending with her smooth caramel coloured skin, their pert perkiness complementing the supple strength of her arms and her toned tummy, the way they faintly jiggle with each step she takes on her long and elegant legs, the slight swell of their shape balanced with her exquisitely firm ass...
That beautiful ass... It isn’t the largest amongst Krvavy’s girls, only slightly larger than Thea’s soft rear on account of the Elf being nearly a head taller than the girl. But it might very well be the best. At least in appearance. It perfectly strikes the balance between size and shape, firmness and squishiness.
That butt, like the rest of Beryl, is beyond perfection. Just like all of Krvavy’s girls.
The Elf’s svelte and athletic body is perfect in her eyes. Khalia’s buff and wild body is perfect in her eyes. Thea’s soft and lewd body is perfect in her eyes. Inanna’s short and stout body is perfect in her eyes. They are all–
Krvavy is suddenly snapped out of her thoughts as Beryl abruptly pulls back, pushing off of her shoulders. Slightly dazed, the barbarian can’t even react before the Elf’s hips lift up, her cock popping free with some difficulty as Beryl slides back and out of her lap.
An abrupt jolt of pleasure courses through Krvavy’s body, her clawed toes curling against the mossy ground as her hefty sack clenches up against her body.
The Wood Elf’s dexterous fingers wrap around her lover’s girthy shaft, bumping against the rigid ridged of that rod as she jerks its length and wraps her lips around its very tip. Beryl’s nimble tongue teases at the cockhead’s drooling slit, just as the entire length shudders and throbs.
White static creeps along the edges of Krvavy’s vision as she gazes down into the loving blue-green eyes of her Elf, the euphoric ecstasy nearly overwhelming her.
Beryl recoils slightly as the first spurt shoots out into her mouth, the gooey cream hitting the back of her throat. But the Elf quickly recovers, gulping down the thick ropes of cum as quickly as she can, maintaining eye contact with her Draconic lover all the while.
The tanned tomboy’s body shudders each time she swallows down Krvavy’s cum, her eyes going a little glassy as her free hand moves down between her toned thighs. But no matter how cum-addicted this Elf may be, the sheer amount of seed shooting from that shaft is simply too much for her handle.
Beryl’s cheeks bulge out ever so slightly before she is forced to pull back. Her face, flushed with arousal, is immediately coated by the last few spurts of creamy cum, some oozing strands even dripping down onto her slim chest.
“Hhhhaahh~...” Krvavy’s chest heaves, panting quite heavily as she watches Beryl swallow her seed, the Wood Elf’s dexterous hands scooping up the cum covering her body and bringing it all to her mouth. “Fuuck... You’re so beautiful~...” The barbarian sighs out, unconsciously voicing her thoughts.
Beneath the thin glazing of cum, Beryl’s face blushes a bright red. “A-as are ya, my dearest love~.” She mutters back a bit nervously, her voice sounding a little throaty.
The barbarian tenses up as vines reach up from the ground between her legs, but she relaxes as they simply coil around her shaft. They are much softer than the ones that Krvavy remembers, feeling almost plush as they slowly move up and down, methodically massaging her length.
“Ah...” The Elf gasps, drawing Krvavy’s attention to her. “Ah’ll be right back!” She abruptly jumps to her feet, standing on slightly unsteady legs before quickly rushing away.
Krvavy is left sitting on the stump, slightly confused as she comes down from her pleasured high. The vines continue to sluggishly jerk her off, though their movements got noticeably sloppier as soon as Beryl stepped away... Is the Elf still controlling these vines from wherever she wandered off to, or–?
The barbarian’s thoughts are interrupted as Beryl jogs back into her vision. Her Elf’s body is glistening beautifully in the light of the grotto, water dripping down the elegant curves of her lithe body. She clearly decided to rinse herself off in the small waterfall that flows down from the storage platform high above.
“Whew...” Beryl breathes out as she leans towards Krvavy, almost shoving her pert breasts into the Drakling’s face. “My dearest love, ‘ere ya go~!” She coos out lovingly.
Krvavy raises an eyebrow as some sort of plant is pushed into her hands. It has a thick brown-white root with a few smaller bits branching off of it, and quite a few green stems growing out of it, each capped in a cluster of small white flowers. Just like her Elf, the plant is dripping wet, so she assumes that Beryl just pulled it out of the garden and rinsed it off.
“It’s a carrot. A wild carrot.” The Wood Elf states with a smile on her face, seeing Krvavy’s confusion. “The first o’ the ones Ah planted. Kinda. They normally need a lot o’ light, so it took me a few tries ta get it right. If ya leave them in the ground too long they get a bit wooden, but if they get taken out too early they’re incredibly bitter... This one should be good though! Go on, taste it~!”
Shrugging her shoulders ever so slightly, the barbarian lifts the wild carrot to her mouth and chomps down on it. “A bit tough.” She comments, the brown-white root audibly crunching in her mouth.
“Aye, but they soften up when cooked.” Beryl smiles softly as she lowers herself to her knees. “Mwah~!” The Elf plants a kiss at the tip of Krvavy’s cock, her eyes twinkling playfully as she gazes up at her Draconic lover. “It taste alright?”
“Yeah, its not bad.” Krvavy answers between bites of the crunchy carrot. “A little bitter, but pretty sweet too.”
“Huh. Maybe it needed another day...” The tanned Wood Elf shakes her head, splashing a few droplets of water around her. “But no matter~!” She quite happily coos. “Am glad tha’ ya’re enjoyin’ yer snack~! Because Ah know tha’ Ah am~!”
With that Beryl leans forwards, wrapping her lips around the head of Krvavy’s cock. Her nimble tongue teases across the tip, trailing all around that sensitive, cum-covered thing as she eagerly cleans it up. The soft vines lovingly squeeze the barbarian’s shaft, caressing that ridged rod in perfect harmony to the Elf’s tender ministrations.
Krvavy shudders slightly from the pleasure, before a thought abruptly enters her mind. “If the garden is already having problems with the lack of sunlight down here, then how will your forest garden work? Won’t the layers of trees block out even more light?”
The Elf’s lips pop off the semi-flared cockhead, and she immediately clicks her tongue in a disapproving manner. “Ach, don’t ya worry about tha’. Ah’ll... figure somethin’ out in time.” She shakes her head, putting that aside and returning her attention to the Draconic dick hovering in front of her face. “Just sit back and relax~!”
Krvavy raises an eyebrow as the tip of her cock is once again engulfed in Beryl’s mouth. She idly takes another bite of the wild carrot, the tough snack crunching between her sharp teeth. Krvavy honestly doesn’t know if they can get more light down here, at least without removing the entire mountain above them. But... that’s a problem for some other time.
For now, she is more than happy to just enjoy Beryl’s service.