A Relatively Calm, Casual Chat... Without Krvavy

“Nnnnnnnnghhh...” The tanned tomboy slowly grumbles and groans, lazily stretching out her arms and legs as she sprawls in the very center of the oversized bed she helped make. “Ach...” Her head presses back into the supple moss as she gazes up at the arched ceiling above. “Ah must be cursed...”

“By your own lack of foresight.” Thea dryly remarks.

“Nay, fate conspires against me...” The Dryad continues to dramatically complain. “Ah wished ta fully give myself ta our dearest love upon ‘er return from Raseyne... only fer ‘er ta die and ‘ave ta rush off again before Ah could... And upon ‘er second return... we delayed ta let ‘er rest... Now, at the end o’ another day and wit’ our ‘ome fully complete, Ah... ‘ave yet again lost my chance ta be one wit’ ‘er, ta take my dearest love as Ah ‘ave never done so before...”

The silver-blonde brat simply rolls her beautiful blue eyes. She crosses her arms with an exaggeratedly exasperated huff, squishing her tits slightly and just barely lifting those alluring handfuls up into the pleasantly cool air. The stiff nubs of her nipples stand proud atop her pebbly areola, looking eager and ready and... very much not matching the mildly annoyed look that she is trying to project.

“Mm. I must agree with Thea.” Inanna idly states, reaching a hand out towards the tanned tomboy’s usually quite taut and toned tummy. Technically it is still quite taut, just not in the same way it normally is. “You brought this upon yourself.” The Dwarf’s stout fingers gently touch the former Wood Elf’s swollen stomach, pointedly giving it a poke.

Maybe it is just because Beryl is lying on her back, but... her belly doesn’t look quite as stuffed as it did just a few minutes ago...

“Ach...” The Dryad makes a disappointed noise before pressing the back of her hand against her forehead and dramatically sighing. “Is it a crime ta enjoy our dearest love’s succulent seed?” Despite the absurdity of that statement, Beryl sounds completely and utterly genuine. “Does bein’ so thoroughly filled wit’ ‘er essence warrant such a cruel punishment?”

“Ugh! Just accept the consequences of your depraved degeneracy!” A rosy red hue colours Thea’s cheeks, taking some of the bite out of her grumbled groan. “You should have known that this would happen!”

“Ah thought tha’ Ah could digest this meal quicker...” Beryl sheepishly admits. “Tha’ Ah could use my magics and new nature ta speed tha’ process along, absorbin’ our dearest love’s generous gift... But all Ah’ve done is let myself be over watered... Like a sad lil’ ‘ouseplant...”

“Mm.” The Dwarf leans forwards, adding another hand to her rubbing massage of the tomboy’s turgid tummy. “Curious. Your midsection does appear to be shrinking more than I would have expected, albeit still at an incredibly slow rate. Perhaps in an hour or two it will be flat once more?”

The former Wood Elf shudders slightly as Inanna’s sturdy fingers just barely brush over her pubic mound before gliding back up to her bellybutton. “Ach, tha’ is still too long...”

“Indeed. It is already getting late as is.” The busty shortstack nods and pulls back, satisfied with her rather hands on inspection. “Which is also why you should not feel as if you are missing out because of your decision. Our love has had a busy day. She may not have had the energy to make what you wished for as special a moment as it should be.”

Beryl slowly rolls her head to the side, looking over to where Krvavy is seated just a small distance away, resting on one of the mossy ‘steps’... with Khalia between her legs and Adeline standing by her side.

The Were-Beast softly pants in need, her wide tongue lolled out past her plump lips and curled into a soft ‘u’ by her four little tusks. “Ahhwhwhahh~...” Her drool drips down onto the Drakling’s dick, leaving it glistening wet as her large green-skinned tits slowly but steadily bounce up and down its length.

Adeline trembles and quivers, her little legs buckling as she just barely remains on her cute bunny paw feet, and only because of the strong hands groping and molesting her bottom-heavy body. The timid blonde’s round face burns a deep crimson colour, her big hazel eyes half-lidded and unfocused as her gasping squeaks all get muffled by Krvavy’s rather aggressive kiss.

The tanned tomboy glances back at Inanna, one eyebrow raised slightly.

“She is being more passive than usual,” the busty shortstack plainly points out.

“Suppose ya’re right...” Beryl lazily shrugs as she continues to sprawl out on the supple moss bedding. Her slim chest rises and falls with each relaxed breath she takes, gazing up at the ceiling once more.

A relative silence hangs comfortably in the air, only interrupted by Adeline’s muffled noises and the sounds of Khalia’s tits occasionally slapping into the barbarian’s lap.

“Ach.” Beryl’s elbow presses down into the soft bedding, lifting a shoulder up slightly and letting a single one of her vines slip out from beneath her prone body. “Ya’re too far away.”

“H-hey!” The silver-blonde brat protests but can’t stop that touchy tendril from wrapping around her wrist. And once it has grabbed onto her... “Ugh...!” She exasperatedly groans and gives into the Dryad’s unspoken demand.

The tomboy’s leaf-green lips curl into a victorious smile as she ‘pulls’ the noble girl over towards her, ‘forcing’ Thea to settle down by her and the Dwarf’s side. “There. Tha’ is better~. No need ta be so isolated~.”

Thea simply rolls her soft-blue eyes.

“Mm...” Inanna thoughtfully hums out, glancing towards the otherwise occupied barbarian. “I wonder how the experience portion of Superior Stud functions...”

Thea opens her mouth to make some undoubtedly bratty comment, but she stops herself before actually saying anything. Her brow furrows faintly as she waits for the Dwarf to continue thinking aloud.

“How does it determine the amount of experience provided by the combined Sex skills? Or, more specifically, how does it combine said skill?” The grey-skinned shortstack stares intently towards the Drakling and her two fellow harem girls, as if hoping to see something that will give an answer to her questions. “Is it on an almost individual basis, separately pairing Krvavy with each of her ‘partners’? Though how would that function for her when she is with more than one of us at once? As she is now. Would it take those separate results and average them together? Or would it just use the highest single combination?”

“Lookin’ ta run some experiments~?” Beryl teasingly asks, idly reaching up and rather gently digging her fingers into one of the Dwarf’s truly titanic tits.

“Yes.” The busty shortstack simply nods. She absentmindedly returns the touchy tomboy’s favour, lightly pinching one of Beryl’s verdant nipples. “Though it may be difficult to judge the results... Perhaps less so if it functions as I hope it does: by grouping the skill level of all her ‘partners’ together and letting them – us – all benefit from that larger number. It would be far more efficient that way.”

“Hmph.” Thea crosses her arms and pointedly avoids joining in on the incredibly casual caressing happening right in front of her. Not that that stops Beryl’s other hand from grabbing at one her soft boobs. The brat’s cheeks flush a little as she lets that happen. “If that is how her perverse trait works... then we will have to share that degenerate Dragon even more than we do now.” Thea reluctantly admits, slowly sighing out. “Spending some... one-on-one time... with her would simply be... selfish.”

Both the Dwarf and Dryad look towards the silver-blonde brat with something akin to pride in their eyes.

The bratty girl’s blush becomes even brighter as she turns her head to the side. Does Thea think that those two are teasing her over how much that sounds like an excuse to have threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes? Or does she realize that they are actually proud of how far she has come? Of how much she has grown and matured?

She may still act like it at times, but Thea isn’t the same spoiled brat that she once was.

“Aye, ya’re right about tha’.” Beryl’s groping hand raises even further up, lovingly caressing the bratty blonde’s blushing cheek. “Ah’m sure tha’ our dearest love’ll still find time fer us, but... we shouldn’t let ‘er do tha’ too much. She needs ta grow stronger. Nay, we all need ta grow stronger fer ‘er. And if tha’ means we need ta make this sacrifice, then so be it.” Her serious tone soon fades back to being quite playful and teasing. “Not tha’ it is much o’ a sacrifice~. We’ll enjoy ourselves either way~.”

“Mm. Indeed. We are truly blessed~.” Inanna smiles rather warmly as her free arm wraps around Thea’s waist, pulling the girl into her immensely bountiful bosom. “To grow stronger and more powerful simply by having sex with the woman we love~... Even if the experience gained is minuscule...” Her expression begins to darken, thick brow knitting together. “Many would quite literally kill for such an opportunity.”

“Ach, aye.” Beryl grimaces slightly, closing the dark pools of her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Ah’m a bit worried tha’ sex wit’ our dearest love might become... a bit transactional. Not fer us, o’ course. We love ‘er too much fer tha’ ta be a worry. But fer other women. Those who aren’t one o’ ‘er girls just yet.”

“Are you finally going to stop encouraging our fiancée to fuck any and all women who catch her eye?” Thea’s tone is a little derisive, but not by an unreasonable degree. Just enough to make it abundantly obvious that she doesn’t approve of such a thing. Which everyone here already knows. It isn’t like this girl is shy about sharing her opinions.

The former Wood Elf frowns, more at herself than anything the brat said. “If our dearest love wants ta get more girls ta love and cherish... then Ah... Ah want tha’ fer ‘er too. No matter wha’ she thinks, Krvavy deserves as much love as she can get. She deserves so much more than Ah alone could ever ‘ope ta give ‘er... But...!” Beryl’s eyes snap open, her almost hidden blue-green iris’ staring up at Thea with an uncharacteristic intensity. “Whoever she sets ‘er eyes on ‘ad better be worthy o’ this honour. Ah do not want our dearest love ta feel used. Fer ‘er ta get... ta get ‘urt.”

“Like with the Countess?” For once, there is no bite to Thea’s words. She isn’t trying to say ‘I told you so’ or anything. Not right now, at least.

Beryl winces. But she doesn’t turn her gaze away. “Worse than wit’ the Countess.” The tomboy softly breathes out, lowering her voice to ensure that the thoroughly distracted Drakling doesn’t hear her. “Because wit’ Rina... Ah am certain tha’ Rina ‘as been fallin’ fer our dearest love. She lied and manipulated Krvavy a wee bit, aye, but not maliciously. And not as much as she could ‘ave. Wha’ Rina ‘as done isn’t unforgivable. She can still be one o’ us. She can still be one o’ our dearest love’s girls.”

“Hmph...” The noble girl quietly huffs back. She trembles slightly as Inanna’s hand slowly trails up along her spine, stopping once it reaches her upper back. “Has that whore seduced you as well, or... or do you really think...?” Thea’s voice grows muffled and nearly inaudible as is steadily dragged down into the Dwarf’s massive tits. She doesn’t resist that in the slightest.

“Ah... Ah won’t lie. Ah do quite fancy ‘er myself.” A faintly green hue colours the Dryad’s cheeks, as if she is embarrassed to admit that. “Though not as much as Ah fancy ya, my fellow fiancee~.” Beryl briefly lets herself indulge in the joy of teasing this beautiful brat, before forcing herself to take a deep breath. “But ta be serious... Unless every single thing about ‘er was a lie, unless it was all an act... A truly and ‘onestly do think tha’ Rina’d be a good fit fer our dearest love. Tha’ she’d be a good fit amongst the rest o’ us.”

“Mm... From what I have heard of the woman, I am inclined to agree.” The Dwarf gently and lovingly strokes Thea’s silver-blonde hair as she continues to casually smother the girl. “Though it must be acknowledged that there are many significant complications with her remaining as a more casual relationship, let alone for her to properly become one of Krvavy’s girls and join us in our love’s harem. The aforementioned issue with Superior Stud still applies, for the easy access to further power may – for lack of a better word – taint her intentions, even if they were genuine before. That she has other obligations to Raseyne and her Patron is... also not ideal. More so for the latter than the former. And the preexisting relationship that she has with her maid brings its own difficulties as well.”

“Aye... Vera is... she is adorable. But also incredibly abrasive. Far, far, far more so than our own brat ‘ere.”

“Hmhhph!” Thea struggles to pull her head free from its heavenly plush prison. “Hhh!” She sharply inhales, taking a breath of fresh air as her soft-blue eyes narrow into slits directed towards the Dryad. Her hostility simmers and... wanes. The girl’s cheeks burn bright red as she rests her head atop the Dwarf’s bountiful breasts, not between them like before.

“Tha’ cute maid’d join us if ‘er Lady asked, no doubt, but...” A frown tugs at Beryl’s verdant lips as she pushes herself upright, siting alongside shortstack and brat with her long legs crossed. “Ah don’t like tha’. Not one bit. She can’t just be a tag along. Any girl who joins us ‘as ta truly want ta be wit’ us and, far more importantly, they ‘ave ta want ta be owned by our dearest love. Ta become a prized possession o’ our wonderful, divine-blessed Dragon...”

“Hmph!” Thea loudly huffs. “We are getting ahead of ourselves. It is not as if that... deceptive slut... is standing in line waiting to join us. She will need to make amends and earn our degenerate Dragon’s trust again.” The bratty girl openly scowls, briefly glancing in the vague direction of her Draconic fiancée as her voice lowers into a soft grumble. “Not that that will be difficult... The damned gentle giant is too much of a stupid softy...”

“Mm, yes.” The Dwarf nods in agreement. Whether she is agreeing with the clearly spoken part of what Thea just said or the quiet complaint added on at the end isn’t certain. Probably both, really. “If the Countess is to be one of us or not isn’t a question we need to consider for... some time. Not until Krvavy is ready to return to Raseyne once again. Which is, perhaps, a month or more away.”

“Aye, but we aren’t completely cut off from ‘er.” Beryl points out, gently grabbing Thea’s wrist and pulling the girl’s left hand towards her. Not for any lewd reasons though. Not yet, at least. “Rina ‘as one o’ these now.” She taps Thea’s Far-Speaking ring. “We can talk wit’ ‘er just about whenever we want. And... we may ‘ave ta. Not ta get ta know ‘er better, but...”

“Because she is the Champion of a God and has expressed a desire to be our Krvavy’s ally, if nothing more.” Inanna finishes that thought, giving the noble girl one last pat on the head before dropping her hand down to Thea’s waist, simply holding onto the blushing brat.

“Aye.”

“An ally that we can not trust... how wonderful.” Thea exasperatedly exhales. Her fingers curl forwards, locking with those of the Dryad.

“Mhm. That is not ideal.” And that is quite the understatement. “But the Countess does appear to want to rectify this. Her Oath proves as much, as while it is not perfect assurance of her loyalty, it is at least a sign of goodwill. A step in the right direction.”

“And, ta be fair, we – or at least Krvavy, and Ah as well – lied ta ‘er just about as much as she lied ta us.” Beryl plainly points out, shrugging a little as she scoot closer to the Dwarf. “About similar things and fer similar reasons too. It’s just tha’ she knew we were lyin’ while we didn’t even consider she could ‘ave been...”

“Mm. True, but... Even then, the Countess is more in the wrong than our Krvavy.” Inanna welcomes the Dryad into her hug, pulling the lithe tomboy into her tits. Much to Thea’s annoyance. That girl now has to share her space, after all. “And I am not just saying this due to my obvious bias. Our Krvavy lied through omission, with no intent to manipulate. Which is not something the Countess can say for herself.”

“Hmph...” The silver-blonde noble girl gives the tomboy’s hand a squeeze. “A lie of omission is still a lie. And speaking of that and of... deceptive sluts... Why have we not told Krvav–?”

“Ach,” Beryl cuts the bratty girl off, “it’s not like we’re keepin’ tha’ a secret on purpose. We just ‘aven’t ‘ad time ta tell ‘er yet. Ya know tha’ it’ll be a whole thing. Not somethin’ tha’ we can just be done wit’ quick and easy.”

“Then when will we tell her?”

“Tomorrow?” Inanna both suggests and asks. “Perhaps after lunch? And after Beryl has had the opportunity to test her theory?” Neither noble girl nor tanned tomboy have anything to say against that. “I do hope that our love does indeed earn some Divine Favour from ‘fully claiming’ you, Beryl, but even that is not the case... do try to get her a level up, at least~.”

“Aye, o’ course~! Ah’ve already got some fun ideas about ‘ow ta make the most o’ it~!” The former Wood Elf woman smiles widely and warmly. “Ah would give ya some ‘ints, but... it’ll be more fun if Ah leave ya guessin’~! Just know tha’ Ah plan ta be both selfish and selfless~!”

Thea narrows her eyes, skeptically and suspiciously staring at the caramel coloured Dryad. She opens her mouth and –

“Aawrrhmphh~!” Khalia’s happy howl rings out through the air, and is quickly cut short as she wraps her plump lips around the very tip of Krvavy’s cock, suckling on that throbbing thing as her large tits squish around its shaft.

The Drakling twitches slightly, grinding the palm of one hand into Adeline’s crotch – with one finger penetrating the tiny girl’s tight slit by the sound of it – while her other hand gropes Adeline’s almost ridiculously thick thighs. Their mouths muffle each others moans, continuing the passionate and mostly one-sided kiss.

“Oh!” Beryl perks up. “Looks like our dearest love is finally done over there! Soon we’ll be cuddlin’ up all nice and cozy wit’ ‘er~!” The dark pools of her eyes glimmer with amusement as she gives her fellow fiancée’s hand a soft squeeze, before letting go of it. “They might need a bit o’ ‘elp wit’ yer cleanin’ spell, so why don’t ya go over there and cast it fer them~? Just don’t get too excited when ya do tha’~! Our dearest love needs ta sleep at some point tonight~!”

The beautiful brat almost derisively rolls her own eyes as she reluctantly pulls herself back from the Dwarf and Dryad’s embrace. “Unlike you, I do have self restraint.” The noble girl haughtily states, earning herself a soft swat on the rear which lingers just long enough to border on being a grope. A smug smile plays at her lips as she is, at least partially, proven right.

Without another word, Thea turns and struts away. Not that she has to go very far, but still.

“Mm~...” Arousal tinges Inanna’s tone as she raises a single thick eyebrow. “Taking advantage of Thea’s absence already~?”

“Aye~,” Beryl’s nimble fingers dig into the shortstack’s yielding titflesh, squeezing and groping and kneading those absolutely massive melons to her hearts content. “O’ course Ah am~. Can ya blame me~?”