A Morning Chat

“So...” Krvavy idly runs her hand through Khalia’s hair, petting the Orc sleeping by her side. “How are you doing?”

“You are asking me that now?” Thea replies with a tinge of derision in her voice.

“Well... Yeah.”

The noble brat sighs out and places her near-empty bowl of oatmeal down. The food may be a little bland on account of them needing to ration the few spices they have, but it is better than having stew for three meals a day every day. “I am fine.”

“Did you level up again?”

“No.” Thea grumbles out, glaring lightly at the barbarian.

“I’m sure it’ll happen soon enough.” Krvavy pats the silver-blonde brat on the head. “You’re making progress with your magic, right?”

“That depends on what you mean by progress.” Thea unhappily crosses her arms. “I can... channel the energy a little easier, but that is about it.”

“Well, now that I’m back I can help you with that.”

The bratty noble girl’s face immediately flushes red, as she knows what kind of help she’ll need for her Sex Magic. “O-oh! Look! The crone is waking up! Go bug her instead!” Thea hastily tries to shoo the barbarian away.

Krvavy ruffles her brats hair, slightly annoying the girl, before rising to her feet. The sudden movement causes Khalia to make an unhappy noise, but the Orc remains asleep. As much as Krvavy would like to keep bugging Thea, she does need to have a... chat with Beryl.

“Nnghh~!” The Elf moans out, stretching her arms straight above her head and putting her pert breasts on full display. “Mornin’, my dearest love.” She yawns out.

“Get up. We need to talk.”

“Ya really took a lot out o’ me yesterday.” Beryl replies in a playful tone, which is quickly smothered by Krvavy’s hard gaze. “Alright. Where do ya want ta do this...?”

The barbarian wordlessly turns and begins to head off, pausing briefly as she passes through the doorway. Part of her wants to have this chat in the hot springs, but Inanna is down there having a bath right now. So... guess the storage area will have to do.

While Krvavy is still rather upset with Beryl, a lot of her anger has faded away since yesterday. And that is a little frustrating. She wants to be angry at the Elf right now.

The short walk is over almost as soon as it began, and Krvavy immediately leans back against the cave wall, crossing her arms unhappily. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She sternly asks after a few moments of silence

Beryl slowly sits down on the ground and rolls her shoulders, still in the process of waking up. “Ya lookin’ fer an excuse?”

Krvavy’s eyes narrow, glaring harshly at her groggy Elf.

“Ah’m sorry, my dearest love.” Beryl tiredly sighs out. “Ah’m not sure wha’ ya want ta hear.”

“What made you think that restraining me was a good idea?” The barbarian forces out. “Especially after it became obvious that I wasn’t enjoying it?”

“Ah got carried away.” The Wood Elf shrugs. “Ah... Ah didn’t intend ta use my vines tha’ way. It just happened. Havin’ ya almost die on me again...”

“You almost killed me last night.” Krvavy harshly points out, her eye twitching slightly. “Did you not see how much I came?! Did you not think for a moment that it was too much?!”

Beryl winces, recoiling as if she had been slapped. “My... my dearest love... Ah’m sorry... Ah...”

“Are you just going to say sorry again and again?!” The barbarian’s anger rises up. “Is that it!?”

“Ah...” Beryl takes a very deep breath, ignoring the tears welling up in her own eyes. “Ah wanted ta pleasure ya, ta give ya a chance ta relax and get relief without havin’ ta do any o’ the work. Ah wanted ta show off wha’ Ah’ve been practicin’, wha’ little bit o’ improvement Ah’ve made. Ah wanted ta yell at ya, ta make sure ya knew the pain and fear tha’ yer absence caused.”

“So you did it all at once.” Krvavy firmly states, her growing anger soothed slightly by the sight of Beryl’s held back tears.

“Aye. As Ah said, Ah got... carried away.” The tanned Wood Elf ashamedly admits.

Krvavy purses her lips and glares at her Elf for a few moments. “And the trait?” She eventually asks. “What excuse do you have for forcing me to upgrade it? For making me waste favour on it?”

“Selfishness. Nothin’ more.” Beryl turns her eyes down to the ground. “Ah wanted ta be fully coated in yer essence, ta bathe in yer virile seed. But Ah also wanted ta put off yer next... adventure. It’ll be a while until ya can upgrade yer Naturists Blessin’ now, and Ah will do everythin’ in my power ta stop ya from goin’ off again before ya get it.”

A wave of annoyance rolls through the barbarian, directed both at her Elf and herself. Krvavy understands where Beryl is coming from, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. She hates being manipulated and controlled. But... she is also starting to have a hard time staying mad. Krvavy is just too soft. She doesn’t like seeing her girl’s cry, let alone being the reason that they are upset.

“Wha’ is the next tier o’ Superior Stud, if ya don’t mind me askin’?”

Krvavy sets her jaw and glares at the Elf. Beryl just had to say something that would cause Krvavy’s temper to violently flare up again, and right when she was starting to calm down as well. The barbarian is trying to scold Beryl right now. To reprimand Beryl and let her know that she should not have done what she did. Does the Elf not care about that? Is she not taking this seriously? Is she not taking Krvavy seriously?!

“That’s it!” The barbarian hisses out. “You are not allow to cum for a full week!”

Beryl’s eyes go wide as she stares at Krvavy in shock. “M-my deares–”

“No.” Krvavy firmly growls out. “You aren’t allowed to get yourself off. Not with your fingers, not with vines, not with anything! You’re not allowed to let Khalia eat you out. You can only watch as I fuck the others. For a whole week. And if you slip up, then it doubles. Do. You. Understand?”

A mix of emotions cross Beryl’s face, ultimately ending in resignation. “Ah understand.” The Elf sighs out.

“Good.”

Satisfaction rolls through Krvavy, washing away much of her anger. Being able to actually punish Beryl feels good. Is it a bit much? Possibly. But Krvavy doesn’t care right now. Words weren’t working, so she had to do something. And it isn’t like she could have spanked the Elf. Beryl would have liked that too much.

But with most of her anger gone, Krvavy is left thinking about what the Elf had asked. What is the next upgrade for Superior Stud?

Superior Stud III: 6 Divine Favour. Can now increase fertility up to 200% of its base level, and all of your sexual activities cause up to +50% pleasure to those involved. Upgradable.

That’s not the best, but it also isn’t the worst. The extra fertility doesn’t really matter to her. Not unless she was trying to breed her girls, which... That won’t be for a long, long time. If it is even possible, what with them being such different races and all...

As for the increased pleasure... It isn’t bad. She does like it when her girls enjoy themselves. But she doesn’t exactly need help satisfying them. Krvavy is already more than capable of making them cum their brains out. Though, that said, it would be quite helpful for getting the most out of Thea’s sex magic. After all, Nymph’s Respite turns the pleasure she receives into health and mana regen, so more pleasure just makes that better.

But even then, it just isn’t worth the cost. At least not right now when Krvavy has more important traits to buy.

“It makes me more fertile and makes sex more pleasurable for whoever I fuck.”

“Huh...?” Beryl tilts her head in confusion, before a look of realization passes over her face. “Oh, is tha’ wha’ the next upgrade does? Less excitin’ than I was expectin’.”

Krvavy just shrugs as they fall into silence. She isn’t quite sure where to take this, and it feels a bit odd to just end it here. “Why... why do you even like my cum so much?” The barbarian slowly asks her Elf. “Weren’t you a lesbian before... all of this?”

“Ah... Ah’m not sure.” Beryl gently shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe it is simply a desire Ah’ve always had but never got the chance ta indulge. Ah am not attracted ta men, and Ah had never met someone like yerself before.” She pauses briefly, staring off into the air. “Years and years ago Ah had wanted ta ‘ave a child wit’ my... my lost love. But tha’ was an unachievable dream we both gave up on. Though recently Ah ‘ave caught myself wonderin’ how things would’a been different if she had been... more like ya.”

The tanned Wood Elf closes her eyes and dwells on her memories, a deep feeling of wistful sadness filling the air around her.

Krvavy slowly sighs out. The tone of this whole conversation had shifted rather suddenly. She didn’t expect a single question to have such an effect on Beryl.

“Apologies, my dearest love.” Beryl lifts her head back up and locks eyes with the barbarian. “Ah shouldn’t be thinkin’ about all o’ tha’.”

“It’s alright.” Krvavy reassures her Elf, though she doesn’t really know what to say beyond that. Maybe she should change the topic? Get Beryl thinking about something else, something more pleasant than old memories? “What...” Krvavy slowly starts. “What was it that you wanted to show off anyway? Was it the vines?”

“No.” The Elf replies with a gentle shake of her head, her lips curling into a soft smile. “Those were just a modification ta my Tangling Brambles, makin’ them thicker and removin’ the thorns. Wha’ Ah wanted ta show ya was the sap. Tha’ is somethin’ new.”

“Is it? Don’t you already have a spell that does something with sap?”

“Aye, but tha’ is completely different.” Beryl insists. “Tha’ spell, Leeching Sap, takes life from whoever is covered by the sap and sends it ta me. But the stuff tha’ Ah gave ya restores health and stamina ta whoever consumes it. Or at least it should. Ah’m still workin’ on it. Don’t even ‘ave a spell fer it yet.”

“So... you made me drink some magical paste that you weren’t even sure would work?” The barbarian questions, unable to keep the cold tone out of her voice.

“Oh! No, no, no!” The tanned Elf hastily waves her hands in front of her. “Ah just can’t get it ta do quite wha’ Ah want it ta! Tha’ is all! It mostly restores stamina right now, but Ah’d rather tha’ it be better at healin’! Ah’d never use ya ta test somethin’ like tha’!”

Krvavy narrows her eyes at the Elf. She believes Beryl, of course, but that doesn’t mean she still can’t be a little annoyed. The barbarian sighs and shakes her head dismissively, but in doing so her gaze falls on the grey rock bear pelt loincloth resting atop a sheet. “Is that still not done...?”

“Hmm?” Beryl tilts her head and turns to where Krvavy is looking. “Oh. No, it is not. Ah still have some... finishing touches ta put on it.”

The barbarian simply raises an eyebrow at that, as Beryl has had more than a week to work on it. How long does she need?

“Ah think tha’ Ah’ll be done wit’ it around the time ya upgrade yer Naturists Blessing.”

Krvavy immediately purses her lips and glares at her Elf. Beryl just stares back at her, smiling innocently. Well... It isn’t like Krvavy needs that loincloth anytime soon, so she might as well indulge this Elf of hers.

“Guess that is all then.” The barbarian clicks her tongue and pushes off of the wall. “Remember your punishment, because I am serious about that.”

“Yes, my dearest love, Ah know.” Beryl replies, slowly rising to her feet.

Krvavy simply nods as she heads back down the path, followed closely by her Elf. The short walk goes by in silence, though that silence ends as soon as they pass through the doorway into their bedroom.

“Uh, my dearest love...?” Beryl begins and immediately trails off, simply gesturing towards Inanna with a slightly dumbfounded look on her face.

The Dwarf is sitting by the fireplace, completely naked with her body still glistening after her bath. She is trying to dry off her thick coal-black hair, but the sheer amount of it is making that a little difficult for her.

“Ya didn’t ruin her clothes already, did ya?” The Elf continues after a few moments of stunned silence.

The barbarian shakes her head at that, answering the question while also expressing her disappointment at the clearly low expectations that Beryl has for her. “She doesn’t really see the point in wearing her dress, considering that we don’t wear anything.”

“Hmm.” A look of appreciation fills Beryl’s face as she appears to rethink her view of this Dwarf.