A Joyful Return & Learning About Wood Elves

The journey back to her cave was incredibly unremarkable. Nothing really happened. Krvavy saw a deer, had to balance the stupidly large tarp bag on her horned head as she walked through the river, and had quite a bit of trouble maneuvering around the dense woods with her loot. But other than that nothing really happened.

Despite moving a little slower through the forest, she made it home pretty quickly. Well, kind of. Krvavy kept going pretty late into the night, so she just got home a few hours before she expected to. The sun hasn’t even set yet and she is already approaching the hot springs. Oh... how much she’d missed those warm waters...

She can just barely hear Beryl and Thea arguing, though she can’t really make out the words. But at least the both of them sound like they are doing well, so that is good.

Krvavy sees her three girls before any of them notice her, though that isn’t really saying much. It isn’t like Khalia can notice anything, Thea is clearly pouting, and the completely naked Beryl is occupied with the pot of stew. It looks like Krvavy got back just in time for dinner, and she must have just missed the end of their argument.

“Hey! Guess who is back!” Krvavy calls out.

Beryl immediately jumps to her feet and turns to Krvavy. “Oh! Are ya goin’ ta ravish me now~?” She lustfully asks, hungrily licking her lips as she stares down at the barbarian’s loincloth. “Ya must be so pent up~!”

Seeing the nude wood elf does cause Krvavy’s lust to spike up, but she isn’t exactly in the mood for that right now. She is hungry and wants to have a bath first. “Uh, not right now.” The barbarian says, the **** clear in her voice. “I’d like to eat and get cleaned up before that. But first, look at what I have here!”

The soft thud of the large tarp bag draws Thea’s attention over, the noble girl looking on with narrowed eyes as Krvavy roughly undoes the top of the bag and lets the large tarp flop open. “Where did you get that?” The noble accusatorily asks.

“I found them.” Krvavy offhandedly replies as she pulls the poleaxe free and quickly unwraps it. “Look at this though! Isn’t it cool!”

“Aye, tha’ is quite a nice poleaxe fer somethin’ Human made.” Beryl comments, looking it up and down. “A bit small fer ya though.”

“Yeah, I’d like it more if it was bigger.” Krvavy shrugs out as she places the poleaxe aside. Turning to Thea, she gestures the bratty noble forwards. “Come here, girl, I think you’ll like what I found.”

“I have a name you know!” Thea indignantly calls back, pulling the ever present blanket up to cover more of her body.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you are still upset about your clothes!” Krvavy exaggeratedly breathes out.

“OF COURSE I AM!” The bratty noble screams back. “Because of you I am almost naked at all times! Vile cur! Filthborne beast!”

“Eh, you’d better get used to it. Now come over here, before I drag you over.”

Thea narrows her eyes and shakes furiously for a few seconds, before angrily rising to her feet and letting the blanket fall down. She is still in her underwear, and she looks real good despite the modest nature of her sporty looking bra and basic panties. Though to be fair, the stockings and garters easily make her already beautiful body look even better. Guess Krvavy has a thing for lingerie.

“Stop looking at me like that, you disgusting pervert!” Thea shouts out, stomping a foot on the stone ground. “Just show me whatever this is already! Ugh!”

“Tadah!” Krvavy dramatically calls out as she opens one of the bags, revealing the colourful bolts of silk.

Thea’s eyes go wide in shock. After a few seconds of staring down into the bag she tears her gaze back up to Krvavy. “Where did..!? You...! You attacked a merchant! Do not lie to me you vile animal!”

“It was just one old man and his horses absolutely freaked out when I got near, but yeah.” Krvavy nonchalantly admits.

The noble girl quickly turns to Beryl, who is leaning forwards and inspecting the silk. “Do you not care what your so called ‘love’ has done!? She is a filthy bandit! A brigand!”

“Hmm? Why’d Ah care about that?” Beryl responds rather sincerely.

“Elvish crone! You have been going on and on about how great a person your ‘love’ is, but she is not! Just as I have been telling you! She is a murderer! A thief! A criminal!” Thea spits out.

“Ach, there are so many o’ ya Humans, and ya’re so short lived.” Beryl shrugs out. “Yer kind needs some pruning, and if tha’ is what my dearest love wishes ta do than so be it.”

“Y-you...! Heartless harlot! Soulless knife ear! Tree hugging crone!” The bratty noble spits out furiously.

“Well, glad to see that you like this wonderful silk I have here. Eighteen full bolts of it. Not that we can really make use of it.” Krvavy comments with a shake of her head. “You can go back to hiding that cute body of yours now, if you’d like. I personally wouldn’t mind being able to see it a bit more.”

“Ugh! You disgusting degenerate perverted lizard! Filthborne beast!” Thea shouts out angrily.

Krvavy just gives her a pat on the head, pulling back before the furious noble can smack her. “Guess I should bring all this stuff up to my little treasure trove now. Get it out of our way and all.”

“Oh, Ah can help ya!” Beryl eagerly offers, ignoring Thea as the bratty noble slinks back to the bedding to cover herself back up.

“No, I can handle this easily on my own.” Krvavy turns the elf down. “But I am hungry, so I’ll have some of that stew when I’m done. If it is ready, that is.”

“Aye! Ah was just adding some more flavour ta it before ya came home. Ah’ll get a bowl ready fer ya.” Beryl promises, turning back to the stew. “And then once yer done it we can...?” She adds a bit more sheepishly, glancing back over her shoulder.

“After I get cleaned up, my little eager elf.” Krvavy bemusedly replies, gathering up her loot once more. It will just take a few minutes, but Beryl will get what she wants soon enough.

“This hot spring o’ yers is a thing o’ wonder. Just like ya are~.” Beryl seductively breathes out into Krvavy’s ear.

Beryl was hungrily staring at Krvavy the whole time she was eating her dinner. The elf really wants Krvavy to ravish her. But her eagerness is just too cute, so Krvavy can’t help from teasing her by dragging this out. And the best way to do that is to have a nice relaxing soak in the hot spring. After a quick shower to wash the feeling of filth off of her, of course.

Beryl only pouted for a few moments though, as she has quickly found a way to turn the situation around on Krvavy. Sitting behind the large barbarian and rubbing her pert elvish breasts against Krvavy’s back, Beryl is lovingly massaging her shoulders. It would be relaxing if it wasn’t for how painfully stiff Krvavy’s cock is beneath the water.

“You aren’t too bad yourself.” Krvavy flirtatiously returns. “Easily the most beautiful woman I have ever had the luck to lay my eyes on.”

If only Krvavy could see Beryl’s face right now. She can almost guarantee that her elf is blushing wildly. This beautiful tomboy of an elf just loves being complimented.

“Oh, ya flatter me, my dearest love~.” Beryl happily sighs out.

“I don’t know much about you,” Krvavy admits, moving away form her flirty tone, “so how about you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Ach, there isn’t much ta tell.” The wood elf dismisses.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Comes the order from Krvavy. “You have lived a very interesting life, I’m sure. You’ve travelled all across the world, after all.”

“If ya say so.” Beryl shrugs out. “What’d ya like me ta talk about then?”

“How about your homeland? I don’t really know anything about where you elves, wood elves, come from.” Krvavy says, turning around just enough to grab and drag the elf into her lap, so that Beryl’s firm rear is pressed against her shaft.

“Oh...?” Beryl sounds surprised that Krvavy is asking about that. “If tha’ is what ya want ta hear about.” She says with a slight shrug, leaning into Krvavy’s embrace.

The tomboyish wood elf takes a few moments to gather her thoughts, before sighing out wistfully. “It is the most beautiful place in the world. There isn’t anythin’ else like it left. Trees tha’ reach up inta the clouds, with trunks so wide tha’ even a dozen people hand in hand couldn’t wrap around ‘alfway.”

Closing her eyes and relaxing into Krvavy’s arms, Beryl continues to reminisce. “The forest is steeped in the old magics, untouched by seasons and time. Tha’ is instead managed by the Elder Dryads, who decide what the woods around their trees will be. Some like ta keep it aligned wit’ the outside world, wit’ days and nights and seasons. Others prefer ta keep their domains unchanging, locked in a state o’ forever night, dawn, winter, autumn, or anythin’ in between.”

That sounds a lot more fantastical than the rest of this game is. Guess the developers can just excuse tossing realism out of the window when magic is involved. Still, that does pique Krvavy’s interest. “Are those dryads your rulers then? And... what are they?” She after a moments thought. Dryads could be just about anything in this game. It could even be just a title for all she knows.

“Ahhh...” The tomboyish wood elf sighs out. “They are... Ach, it is complicated. They rule only beneath the Regent and the Gods, but the Regent is expected ta turn ta them fer advice. But the Dryads, Elder or not, rule over just the forest, not the people. Tha’ is left fer the Earls and Margraves. So... ya can look at it as two... hierarchical lines, both leading up to the Regent, who rules in stead o’ the Gods.”

“As fer what the Dryads are... Tha’ is far more complicated.” Beryl answers, glancing up at Krvavy and locking eyes with the barbarian. “They are, or were, Elves. Dryads are made through rituals. O’ which there are two kinds. The first attunes an elf woman wit’ the forest, transforming her inta a Dryad. Ta be chosen fer tha’ is... a great honour tha’ few ‘ave ever turned down.”

Beryl sighs out before continuing. “The other ritual is... much, much less common. Rather than turn an Elf into one o’ them, a Dryad must be impregnated. The ritual will then cause a seed ta grow in place of a child, and tha’ seed can become a Dryad.”

The tanned wood elf is then quiet for a few moments, seemingly done with her explanation. Krvavy is rather intrigued by what her elf has said, as there seems to be a fair bit of world building here, considering that this game is still in beta and all. Maybe that is just because elves are more of a classic, so the devs sidelined other races to flesh them out?

Either way, Krvavy has kind of let herself get distracted. She didn’t want to talk about elvish politics, or whatever. She wanted to know more about Beryl: where she is from, what her life was like, that sort of thing.

“Where did you grow up then? Did you have seasons, or...?” Krvavy asks, leaving the question hanging for her elf to step in.

“Ah’m from... well, the name doesn’t matter.” Beryl dismisses. “Ah grew up in an eternal spring. Flowers always blossoming, leaves fresh and green. It was beautiful, colourful, vibrant. But there is beauty ta be found in all the seasons, especially when ya get ta see them shift and change. The warm strength of summer, the reds and oranges of autumn, the quiet snows of winter...”

“Yeah, sometimes you need change, even if just to break the monotony.” Krvavy agrees.

“Oh, Ah was worried ya wouldn’t understand.” Beryl sighs out in relief, before answering the barbarians inquisitive gaze. “Ah know yer kind is from so far north tha’ it is always winter. So Ah was worried tha’ ya’d think Ah was bein’ ungrateful fer not appreciated what Ah ‘ad.”

“Nah,” Krvavy waves off her elf’s concern, “I don’t really care about that. After all, you don’t choose where to be born. And speaking of that, what was it like growing up in a place where it was always spring?”

Beryl smiles happily, nuzzling her face into Krvavy’s breasts. “It was easy. Ah won’t lie about that. We never went hungry, as even when harvests weren’t great there was still enough to eat. It helped tha’ my parent were farmers, at least later in their lives when they had me. They grew all sorts o’ fruits. Fruits ta eat, fruits fer jam, fruits fer wine. Wha’ we didn’t eat we traded off fer clothes, other foodstuffs, everythin’ really.”

“Were you an only child?” Krvavy questions, as her elf hasn’t mentioned any siblings. Granted, she isn’t really going into details about herself in general, but still.

“In a way.” Beryl responds a bit cryptically, before quickly explaining. “Ah have a brother who is around eighty years my senior and a sister forty years my junior. Ah don’t really know either of them though, as there are too many years between us.”

That makes sense to Krvavy, as they would have grown up and moved out before the next sibling was born. Is that normal for elves?

Before Krvavy can ask that, Beryl speaks up. “Now, are ya gonna keep asking me things or are ya goin’ ta use me already?” The elf wiggles her rear, rubbing her firm ass against Krvavy’s still hard cock. It had softened a bit from the non-sexual nature of this conversation, but that single movement brings it back up to being painfully hard and **** for release.

“I just wanted to get to know you first.” The barbarian replies.

“Ah appreciate tha’, Ah really do, but we have years fer tha’. But this,” she almost moans out, reaching a hand back to grab Krvavy’s cock, “needs release now. And Ah want ta finally take it inside o’ me~. Ah want ta become one wit’ ya~!”

“Alright, alright.” Krvavy relents. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Oh? Ah get ta pick?” The elf seems quite happy about that, though her smile quickly turns rather devious. “Ah’d just love fer ya ta take me in our bedding~! Show tha’ irreverent girl o’ yers how ta properly care fer yer needs~!”

Krvavy isn’t going to turn down a beautiful elf like Beryl, and getting chance to bully Thea is just icing on the cake. “That sounds great.” She responds with a wide smile, standing up and scooping her tomboyish wood elf into a bridal carry.

Beryl giggles joyfully as Krvavy marches her back up to the living area, not even bothering to dry off.