A Bit of Banter Before Bed ♥

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Thea’s back presses against the now closed and bolted door to her old bedroom. “Haahhhhhhhnnh...” She slumps to the ground with a long and exhausted sigh.

Krvavy shoots her beautiful brat a tired smile before giving that girl a pat on the head. “Your parents sure wanted to talk a whole lot, huh...?”

“Ugh...”

“You know...” The Drakling’s scaled fingers lazily get to work on undoing the straps and clasps of her precious puppy’s armour. Khalia has been patient enough, wearing that stuff for hours and hours on end like this, so making her wait even a moment longer would just be cruel. “They weren’t anywhere near as bad as I expected. You... really didn’t paint a good picture of them.”

Those soft-blue eyes stare up at Krvavy, not quite having the energy to scowl. “A few hours of talking pales in comparison to years of living here.” Thea ruefully shakes her head. “Just wait until Father is well enough to be Baron once more, then see how much time he has for talk...”

Krvavy quirks her brow and glances down at that grumpily grumbling girl. “And your mom?”

“Hmph... She has plenty of responsibilities and duties as well, more than enough to require maidservants to raise her children in her place...” With a fair bit of effort, the silver-blonde brat rises back up onto her feet. She takes a deep breath and... “Mmhh~...!” A wave of tingling warmth washes across the room, cleaning everything and everyone within it. “There...” Thea sighs, her face ever so faintly flushed, as she weakly pushes her Draconic lover away from the still mostly dressed Were-Beast. “Now go and take off your own clothes already... I will strip down this lazy layabout.”

“Rrrgh...”

“Oh, shut up. You hardly did more than slouch on that chair the entire time we talked...”

A little hand reaches up and grabs onto one of Krvavy’s comparatively giant fingers. Warmth fills her heart as she lets that adorable bunny-mouse girl lead her over to the decently sized bed that is the centerpiece of this room. The smile playing at her lips only grows wider and warmer as Adeline climbs up onto the soft yet firm mattress, immediately getting to work on loosening the crimson sash that is vaguely serving as Krvavy’s belt.

A rosy hue colours Adeline’s cheeks as she stands face-to-face with her barbaric lover’s big breasts, each tit larger than her little head. But at least they aren’t bare and exposed. Not yet, that is.

“Anyway...” Those little fingers quickly move onto undoing what buttons they can find, leaving it to Krvavy to place her sash aside. “You complain so much about the ‘Baron’ being busy, but you didn’t seem to mind that the acting one couldn’t stick around that whole time~.”

“Ugh...” Thea almost audibly rolls her eyes. “And thank the Gods for that...”

Krvavy tilts her head and glances past the thick blue curtains draped around this four-poster bed. “Still annoyed with him?”

“Of course. He was being an ass.”

“I would say that he was being more protective than anything.” The Drakling’s emerald eyes watch as the weight of Khalia’s thigh plate cuisses pulls those skimpy leather ‘shorts’ down to the ground, fully revealing the glimmering amber-gold mark that she so loves to see. A sight that indirectly piques Krvavy’s curiosity. But that can wait a bit longer.

“I do not need nor want his ‘protection’.” Thea simply states, turning her chin up at the very thought of that. “It did me no good last time, and is even less needed now. You can keep me safe better than he ever could have...” That last bit may have been rather quietly muttered, but everyone here still heard it loud and clear. The bratty blonde quickly clears her throat and continues. “That he still does not like you, after everything you have done, is unforgivable...!”

Krvavy lightly shakes her head, smiling all the while. “To be fair... I completely get why he might not like me too much.”

“Ugh, do not defend him...!”

“I’m not.” With a bit of unneeded help, the Drakling slips off her jacket and neatly places on the edge of this bed, atop the spot where her sash belt is resting. “It’s just that, well, I didn’t make a best first impression.”

Thea glances back over her shoulder, lips curled into an almost incredulous sneer. “By saving his life? By saving Father’s life? By saving all of Svaneti?”

“I mean, I did go a bit feral and pretty much rip the Duke’s head off...” A light shrug accompanies that mildly sheepish admission. “But that’s not what I mean.” Krvavy softly sighs. “After that was all done and the Duke was dead, I went right up to Dimitrios and, without even knowing who he was, demanded your hand in marriage.”

That haughty blonde only grows more adorably arrogant. “I do not need the permission of my family to marry who I wish!”

“I know. Which is why I quickly changed that demand into one for a nice ring.” Krvavy pauses briefly, taking a moment to help Adeline very carefully pull the hem of her shirt – and a fair bit of the fabric above it – out from where it has been tucked into her incredibly tight pants. “So, from his point of view, he had pretty much just learned that his little sister was in fact still alive, having survived one arranged marriage... only to be thrown into another as payment for something he never asked for but couldn’t turn down. I can get why that might leave a bad taste in his mouth.”

“That is no excuse! I did not have a good first impression of you, and look where we are now!”

Khalia’s brow knits together as the brat who is supposed to be helping her undress simply stands there, hands on her hips and back to the Were-Beast. Not willing to wait for Thea, she does the job herself, unbuckling her breastplate and hurriedly removing the pelt top worn beneath it. “Rhhhhhghhnnn...” A soft, rumbling sigh passes through her plump lips as she finally frees her big green-skinned breasts and basks in the bliss of being almost entirely nude, left wearing only her collar and vambraces... the latter of which are quickly removed as well.

A light blush colours Krvavy’s cheeks as she appreciates that alluring sight, her cock twitching within the far too tight confines of her pants.

“Hmph! You are such an incorrigible pervert.” That statement may be completely and undeniably true, but it rings a bit hollow considering that the brat who said it is currently staring directly at Krvavy’s conspicuously outlined length, her hungry eyes trailing across each of its visible ridges.

“You made me wear this.” The Drakling dryly returns, staring across the room at her first fiancée.

That noble girl glares back... though her gaze doesn’t lift up from that confined cock, not even a little. “And? What you are wearing does not change the fact that you got hard when my Mother hugged you!”

Krvavy holds up her hand, a single finger raised above the others. “One, that woman is incredibly touchy. She grabbed your face more times than I can count and would not stop pressing up against me. Not until she decided to start using Adeline as a cuddly little toy. Which is my job.”

That Halfling’s face burns a bright red as she suddenly freezes in place, her little hands grasping onto the waistband of those incredibly tight pants, ready to help pull them down.

“Two,” a second finger joins the first, “she looks and smells kinda like you do. So that confused my senses a little.” Krvavy’s ring finger rises up, joining her index and middle. “And three... I did not get hard. I wasn’t even close to getting hard.”

“Lies!” The silver-blonde brat spits back, denying truth and reality just so that she can keep up this act. “I saw you turn your hips away each time my Mother dared to hug you! I could see that degenerate dick of yours twitch and throb whenever her arms wrapped around your waist! Whenever her cheek pressed into your chest!”

“Again,” Krvavy lightly pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Anastasia doesn’t seem to respect personal space, like at all. And, again again, my mind was really close to being tricked into thinking she was just an older version of you.”

“Oh, what, are you and my Mother close enough to be on a first name basis now?!”

“She insisted that I call her that. You were there when it happened. And I only have a first name.”

Khalia’s paw-like hand trails across the painted and plastered wall, careful to not leave any scratches as she slowly makes her way around the room, looking everything over with disinterested eyes. Only one thing in this nice bedroom interests her, at least in this moment, and she is already not so subtly making her way over to it.

“Hmph...!” The beautiful brat lifts her chin, her pouty voice dropping to a muttered whisper. “At least I know that you will still find me attractive when I grow old and haggard like her...”

The barbarian’s brow furrows. “Now that’s just mean.” Those reprimanding words cause Thea to stiffen up, as if Krvavy wasn’t supposed to hear what she had just said. “Your mom might be old enough for her hair to start turning grey, but she isn’t haggard. The opposite, in fact. I’d say she has aged quite gracefull–”

“Aha!” Thea’s arm swings through the air, a single finger accusing that Drakling of a crime most foul. “So you were perving on my Mother!” As per usual, this noble girl’s dramatic theatrics are completely undermined by the fact that her face is burning a shade of crimson not unlike that of Krvavy’s hair. “What is next, are you going to go on and on about how ‘nice’ she looked in that dress of hers, how close it had been fitted to her waist, how it clung to her chest and hugged her hips so tight?!”

Krvavy blankly stares at the girl who still won’t look her in the eyes, too focused on the obvious outline of her sizable shaft as it, admittedly, slowly swells and stiffens as best it can while sheathed so securely behind that snug white fabric. “Honestly...” She softly sighs, her lips curling into a rather smug smirk of a smile. “If anyone is perving on your mom... it is definitely you, not me~.”

“I-I would never!” Those soft-blue eyes snap up towards the slightly smug Dragon’s emerald pair. “That you would even suggest such a thing –...!”

“Eeeeeeieiieep!”

That startled squeak comes a moment to late to even act as a warning, Adeline’s little hands getting shoved aside as Khalia tugs those tight pants down to the Drakling’s knees in one smooth motion. “Aaaroo–owwmphh~!”

Four little tusks press into the underside of Krvavy’s now swiftly swelling shaft. A wet warmth engulfs more and more of her growing length as her precious puppy’s plump lips slip over ridge after ridge after ridge, reaching the root of her rod as that Were-Beast’s nose is squished into her pelvis.

“Ahh!” Thea sharply gasps, hastily bringing a hand up to cover her eyes. Gentle white light, emanating from the magical lamps attached to the walls, catches on her new(ly inherited) ring, the platinum band and brilliant gems twinkling so beautifully.

The barbarian blinks. “You’ve seen this sight plenty of times before.”

“Ugh...! This is not about your degenerate dick, you dumb Dragon!” That brat turns her body to the side, though that isn’t enough to hide the blush spreading down from her face to her neck. “I just...! You know why I do not want to look! I want to see my own first!”

“Right...” Krvavy slowly nods, resisting the urge to look down at the magical mark emblazoned below her buff belly. Her first fiancée has a point. What she sees down there will spoil the surprise of what Thea now bears. “Khalia, would you mind –?” A single paw-like hand presses down atop that lightly glowing symbol. “Thanks.”

Thea peeks between her fingers. “Hahhh...” She sighs far heavier and with far more relief than this situation really justifies. “Adeline,” that Halfling jumps slightly as she is suddenly addressed, “help our pervert pull off those pants, then come over here.”

“Y-yes, mi–!” Adeline catches herself. They are long past the point where she ‘needs’ to be formal with the rest of Krvavy’s girls. “Thea...!” She awkwardly blurts out that bossy brat’s name, dropping down to the floor and immediately getting to work in helping their Draconic lover undress.

“Rrmmmmghh~...” Khalia’s rumbling moan echoes through the Drakling’s dick, her wide tongue wiggling against its sensitive underside as her sharp teeth and tusks graze across that stiff yet still slightly squishy shaft. “Rrrghhmhkhmmh~...” Each of her attempts to swallow around that ridged rod sees its length squeezed and caressed, that hungry massage hoping to bring her barbaric Mate to the height of bliss.

A few little fingers so gently brush against Krvavy’s black scales, sending shivers through her skin and up her spine. Her every breath becomes just a bit shallower as the clingy fabric of her pants is slowly dragged down, down, down, peeling away from her calves and – with just a bit of shuffling – slipping past her inhuman feet.

Thea lightly bites her bottom lip, shamelessly taking in that lewd sight. Her soft-blue eyes trail down from her fiancée’s pale tits, meandering across those muscled abs and lingering on the spot that Khalia’s hand is hiding away, before passing over that Were-Beast’s buff body with just about as much appreciation. The faintest sneer, a rather teasing one, plays at her lips as she spots that other paw-like hand down between the puppy’s spread legs, rubbing at the needy lower lips hidden beneath that wild black-brown bush of hair.

Blushing heavier than anyone else in the room, Adeline slowly steps away from that show and makes her way over to the noble girl... who seems to have forgotten that this Halfling is even here.

“Hhh!” Thea jumps as that tiny blonde gently grabs onto her hand. A different hue fills her rather flushed face. “A-at least Nikolas likes you well enough...!” That blush only grows brighter and spreads even further, reaching her bare shoulders, as she rather awkwardly brings the conversation back a bit. “How did you manage that...?”

A slick sheen of saliva coats Krvavy’s sizable shaft, glistening in the soft light that fills this bedroom.

“I... hahhh~... I don’t know.” Scaled fingers glide through Khalia’s black-brown hair, keeping those wild strands away from this precious puppy’s face. “I mean... mmhh~... I did save his life. And the lives of those men that were with him. But I think – nNH~!” The hand pressing into Krvavy’s mark suddenly pushes against her with a fair bit of strength. The squeal of wood and ropes under stress is drowned beneath the loud thmp of her ass landing onto that bed. “I think...” Krvavy continues on, taking just a moment to make herself more comfortable as she sits at the edge of this soft mattress. “He appreciates the fact that you are still so feisty more than tha–ahht~...!”

Carefully maintaining her composure, Thea lowers herself down to her knees, hands slipping beneath Adeline’s sundress. “And why would that matter...?” Her fingers caress across the Halfling’s light olive skin, climbing the great hill of that bottom-heavy blonde’s wondrously wide hips as she slowly slowly lifts that soft fabric away.

“Because it means that I...” Krvavy pauses for a moment, her heart fluttering a little as Khalia stares up from between her legs, those amber-gold eyes half-lidded and so full of love. Just her cockhead remains sheathed in this Were-Beast’s tight throat, so much of her shaft waiting to return to the embrace of that precious puppy’s plump lips. “It means that I didn’t break you. That you aren’t just an obedient toy. That...” It takes a lot of effort to keep the lust from her voice. “That you are still you.”

“I... I guess...” Thea softly sighs, unclasping Adeline’s bra and trailing her touch around to the front of that tiny blonde. Her hands slip beneath those unnecessary cups, palms pressing flat atop a pair of adorably small boobs, leaving the work of actually taking off that sundress to the Halfling. She is too busy molesting the girl to help with that.

“Eeeiieeeie~...” The timid bunny-mouse brings her floppy ears close to her face, muffling her already near-silent squeak even further and making it easier for her to remove what little clothing she has on. “Eeeiihh~...” She squirms slightly, left to the mercy of this lewd brat as she stands there, wearing nothing but some lacy panties... which are far from modest with how they cling so tightly to her proportionally huge cheeks...

“And~...” Pleasure swirls through Krvavy’s mind, fed by the grumbling hum rumbling through her rod. “I think that... hhhn~... Kostas seems to like me too. So it is really just Dimitrios that is being... so cautious.”

“Ugh,” Thea rolls her eyes, lightly squeezing the Halfling’s little nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “That idiot just wants to know more about your weird magic. Anything bad you could have done or any reason for him to be wary around you would have been forgotten and ignored in favour of sating his curiosity!”

The corners of Krvavy’s lips curl upwards as she bares her carnivorous teeth in a toothy grin. “You sound pretty annoyed with him~.”

“I am...!” That brat exasperatedly returns, her voice nearly a shout. “He would not shut up...! All those dumb questions about what schools I have learned and what sort of magics I am capable of channelling and just who taught me to cast spells and...! And...! And he just kept pestering and harassing me!”

“Mmhhm~.” The Drakling’s knowing hum mingles with a moan. She shudders as the entrance to Khalia’s tight throat clings around her cockhead, clenching and constricting as her precious puppy’s lewd mouth just barely bobs up and down, that tingling bliss bringing her ever closer to the edge. “Then maybe you shouldn’t ha–aahhve~...! – bragged about it right in front – oohH~...! – of him~...!”

“I...! Ugh! Can we not talk about my brothers while you are getting sucked off by that horny hyena?!”

“You br–ouUUghhht~...! – them up, but~... Alriiighht~...” The wide tongue lapping at the underside of Krvavy’s cock grows just a bit more wild and frenzied as that prodigious prick pulses with pleasure, throbbing and swelling just a bit larger as it teeters on the brink. Her heavy sack clenches tight to her body, churning with a desperate need and ready to release its thick load, but she does her best to hold back her unrelenting bliss. “Are yhouu~...! Done sta–aAAh–llingh~? Strip down alrheaady~...! Mnngh~...! My lusty little loveslave~...! Showh me th–Ahht~! Beautiful~...! Lihttle~...! Mark~!”

Khalia’s amber-gold eyes roll backwards just a bit as the first spurt of creamy cum erupts straight into her throat. “GHhk~!” She coughs and hastily jerks back as much as she dares, her teeth and tusks catching on the flared crown of Krvavy’s cockhead. “Mrrrnghhh~...!” Her cheeks quickly puff out as her mouth is filled with more seed than she can swallow. “Hrrhhghhhn~!” Lewd liquids squirt from her needy slit, soaking into a soft carpet, as cum dribbles past the imperfect seal of her lips and leaks from her nose.

A heady haze billows through the barbarian’s brain, washing away all errant thoughts, leaving naught but euphoric ecstasy in its wake. Her scaled fingers clench into fists, grabbing at black-brown hair and soft bedsheets alike.

The beautiful sight between her legs, of her precious puppy hungrily gulping down her cum and intensely cumming in turn, is enough to keep her bliss from even faintly fading. And what she sees beyond that Were-Beast only serves to push her pleasure to even greater heights.

Those two blondes that she is so lucky to call her own are kissing, tenderly and passionately. Adeline is trembling and shaking, her wide hips rolling as she grinds herself against the hand that has slipped into her lacy panties, a finger – or maybe even two – exploring her tight little love tunnel. Thea’s breasts, still contained in her sundress, rise and fall even as the Halfling’s little hands cup and massage those mounds.

Krvavy’s long and inhuman tongue lolls past her pale lips, drool dripping from that tentacle-like thing and into the wide valley of her cleavage, leaving a glistening sheen on her snowy skin. “Hahhhhh~...” She softly sighs as one last spurt shoots from her swollen and shuddering shaft, leaving it spent but still so very hard.

“Mmmhhhrrhh~...” Rather lazily, Khalia laps and licks at the very tip of her Mate’s colossal cock, coaxing out the last few drops of cum as best she can. “Hhhhrhmhh~...”

“Hhhhhheeeeieh~...” A breathless squeak dances through the air as Adeline’s little lips suddenly find themselves freed from that bossy brat’s kiss. A weak and embarrassed whine follows up that sound, her panties pulled all the way down. “Eeeeeiie...”

“There, now~... now go have fun with that degenerate~...!”

The bottom-heavy bunny-mouse girl hardly makes a sound as she is shoved towards the bed, staggering that short distance on unsteady legs.

“Thhheaaa~...!” Krvavy’s voice slurs as her tongue slips back into her mouth. “Why aren’t you naked yet~? Go oOHHN~!” Having taken a long enough break – of hardly even a minute – the lewd Were-Beast suddenly forces this Drakling’s dick deep into her throat once more. “Strip alreahhdy~!”

“Hmph... so impatient~...” That silver-blonde brat huffs and rolls her eyes, though she can’t quite stop the haughty smile playing at her lips from fully filling her face as she rises back to her full height... which is only impressive compared to, say, a Dwarf or a Halfling. “Are you really so desperate to see my beauty~?” With a seductive swing to her hips, the hem of her sundress swishing around her squishy thighs, she smugly struts towards the seated Drakling. “You have two other women right here, eager and willing, yet still you demand more~?”

Adeline’s round cheeks burn a bright red as that hungry Dragon’s gaze drops down to her bottom-heavy body. “Eeeeie...” She softly squeaks, shrinking into herself and letting her floppy bunny ears drape over her tiny tits, hiding them away. Which is a crime that cannot be tolerated. “Eeeeiip!”

With next to no effort at all, Krvavy hefts that Halfling high up, turns the timid girl around, and all but drops that adorable bunny-mouse right into her lap.

“Rrhhnghhhmmghkh~...!” A lewd laugh rumbles through the sizable shaft shoved deep down Khalia’s throat. Her amber-gold eyes glimmer with a perverse joy as some wondrously thick thighs squeeze tight around her head. No longer needed, the hand covering up Krvavy’s mark slips free from where it was very briefly trapped between the barbarian’s buff belly and the back of that bunny-mouse, dropping down to so shamelessly grope at a single green-brown nipple, clawed fingers sinking into ample titflesh. “Hghhkhnhhhmghh~...!”

The Halfling shudders and squirms, her needy pussy rubbing against one of the ridges that line her lover’s inhuman rod. “EeeeeeEEeee~...!” Breathless squeaking sounds escape past her parted lips as a green-skinned nose so thoroughly squishes her sensitive little clit. Her small hands grab onto that Were-Beast’s head, holding on for dear life.

“My mighty and insatiable Dragon~...”

That lustful cooing is underlined by haughty arrogance, yet this noble girl’s playful pride isn’t enough to even slightly hide the sheer love that saturates those words. Warmth and pleasure alike flow through the barbarian’s body as she stares over her Halfling’s head and meets her first fiancée’s bratty gaze.