An End to the Elf’s Punishment

“Guess what time it is!” Krvavy shouts out as she barges through the doorway into the bedroom, causing the only occupant, Beryl, to jump in surprise.

“Mmhn...!” The Elf bites her bottom lip and tries to hold back a moan as she quickly places her arrows aside.

“That’s right! Your punishment is over!” Krvavy happily says with a clap of her hands. “So get over here!”

Beryl audibly gulps and shakily rises to her feet, her whole body quivering with anticipation as she slowly steps towards the barbarian.

“To be honest, it might have ended hours ago. Or maybe it still has a few hours to go. I wasn’t really clear on when it’d end.” Krvavy idly states as she grabs onto her Elf’s hands and pulls Beryl to her. “But that doesn’t really matter. I’m in the mood to use my Elf slut~!”

“My dearest love~! Ah–”

“Shhh...” The barbarian shushes her lustful lover, wrapping her large fingers around Beryl’s more nimble hands. She gently gives the Elf a squeeze before moving their hands all together, clasped between their bodies.

A slight smirk slowly spreads across Krvavy’s face as she gazes down into Beryl’s loving eyes. One of her hands pulls free and slides downwards just a bit, firmly grabbing onto both of Beryl’s wrists.

The Elf raises an eyebrow questioningly as Krvavy’s other hand reaches down to meet her tail, untying a strip of cloth tied around its tip.

“I have to be honest,” the barbarian begins, lifting Beryl’s hands above her head, “I’m kinda using this as an opportunity to get a bit of ****. You tied me up, so now I’m going to do the same to you. Well, not really the same. You could probably break this cloth pretty easily, but where is the fun in that?”

Beryl breathes in sharply as she hears that, her heart beating faster beneath her pert breasts.

“Oh~? You like that, do you~?” Krvavy teasingly asks as she gently ties her Elf’s wrists together. “Then you’re really going to like what’s next~!”

With that the barbarian pulls Beryl towards her, leading the Elf over to the wall. Beryl’s toned back presses against the cold stone, causing her body to shiver as the barbarian pins her hands above her head. Spending just a bit of mana, Krvavy creates a thick stone hook to hold onto the cloth binding Beryl’s wrists, keeping the Elf’s arms in place.

It isn’t the most secure way to restrain someone, as it would only take a little hop to get free. But it seems to be enough for Beryl, as her breathing rapidly grows more ragged and her thighs begin to desperately rub together.

“Well, well, well~.” Krvavy teasingly trails a finger down her Elf, all the way from chin to toned tummy. “What a kinky Elf slut I’ve found~! You really like having your hands bound like this, huh~? Maybe next time you need to be punished I’ll tie you up even more and fuck my other girls for hours and hours, making you watch but never letting you get off~! Oh, but would that even be a punishment for you~?”

“My dearest love~! P-please...!” Beryl begs, her hips bucking forwards but hitting nothing but the cool air.

The barbarian slowly licks her tongue up along the side of Beryl’s neck. “Please what~?” She huskily whispers into the Elf’s long ear.

“Please fuck me~! Ah need ya ta fuck me~!”

“Oh, no, no, no~!” Krvavy sadistically laughs out. “That’s not happening~! Not yet, at least!”

Beryl’s **** eyes go wide and she opens her mouth to say something, but the barbarian simply places a finger over her lips.

“Did you really think I was going to end your punishment by just fucking your brains out? How uninspired~! No, I’m going to work my way up to that~! We have a whole week of time to catch up on~!”

The tomboyish Wood Elf audibly gulps as Krvavy’s fingers glide along her chin, gently tilting her head up. Their lips press together and Beryl immediately surrenders herself to lust, darting her tongue out and hungrily trying to devour her Drakling lover’s mouth.

But this isn’t the time for kissing, so Krvavy just pulls back with a cruel laugh. “Now, now~! Trying to take the lead? I can’t have any of that~!”

“P-please!”

“Nope!” The barbarian cheerily replies. “If it makes you feel better, you can think of this as the final part of your punishment~! A last hurrah before it fully ends! But don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it, I promise~!”

Krvavy slowly lowers herself to her knees, resting with her face roughly level to Beryl’s breasts. The Elf shudders with pleasure as Krvavy’s warm breath glances across her sensitive nipples.

“You are just so **** for my touch, aren’t you~?” The barbarian teasingly laughs out. “I kind of want to leave you like this~! But don’t worry, I’m not that cruel~!”

Leaning forwards, Krvavy’s lips wrap around her Elf’s stiff nipple. The barbarian ignores Beryl’s loud moan as her teeth gently nibble down.

“AAAAHHHNGGHHHH~!” Beryl screams out in pleasure as her whole body starts thrashing in pleasure. Her head flies back, hitting her arms instead of the stone wall, and her legs begin to buckle beneath her.

“Tsk, tsk.” The barbarian clicks her tongue after pulling back. “Seriously? That was enough to make you cum? How pathetic~!”

Beryl whimpers wordlessly as she slumps forwards, hanging from the strip of cloth binding her wrists together.

Krvavy sighs out and shakes her head, grabbing onto the Elf’s hips and lifting her slightly. Spending a bit more mana the barbarian creates a slight seat for Beryl to rest on. It isn’t enough to hold all of the Elf’s weight, but it should take some strain off of her arms.

“NNNGH~!” Beryl moans out as Krvavy’s mouth suddenly engulfs her other pert tit.

The barbarian gazes up at her Elf, thoroughly enjoying how much Beryl is squirming from just this little bit of stimulation. The Wood Elf woman is gasping and moaning, fidgeting in place and pulling against her weak bindings. The sight is intoxicating to Krvavy, and not just because she finds Beryl extremely attractive. It isn’t something that she would be able to put into words at the best of times, let alone right now. All Krvavy knows is that it causes her heart to flutter and a feeling of pride to well up inside of her. She is the one making her Elf feel this way.

Beryl moans out at each gentle bite, her breath catching at each kiss placed across her breasts. The strong fingers clinging to her hips gently squeeze around her, feeling the firm yet subtle muscles of this tomboyish Elf. Beryl gasps out as the barbarian’s slightly tapered tongue begins to trail across her tanned skin with long and slow licks, gradually moving down her toned belly.

“My dearest love~!” The Elf lovingly gasps out as Krvavy’s tongue grazes against her stiff clit.

The barbarian smirks up at Beryl as she spreads the Elf’s athletic thighs and moves her mouth in.

With a **** moan Beryl’s legs pull up and wrap around Krvavy’s head, pulling the barbarian right against her sopping silt. The Drakling’s lower horns almost cup the Elf’s toned ass, providing some support, while her upper horns curve over top Beryl’s thighs, keeping the Elf from accidentally dislodging herself as she bucks her hips in pleasure.

The sweet fruity flavour of Beryl’s juices assail Krvavy’s mouth, filling her with the desire to dig in and devour this delicious delicacy in front of her. But Krvavy resists that urge. Her mind isn’t clouded by a haze of lust just yet, mostly due to her cock being left unattended, throbbing in the cool air. And so, the barbarian decides to simply take it slow and just enjoy herself.

Krvavy kisses her Elf’s lower lips, gently pressing her mouth against the tanned tomboy’s slit again and again and again. Beryl wordlessly cries out, frustration clear in her voice as the barbarian plants soft kisses all across her needy and swollen slit but seemingly refuses to do anything more. That **** frustration is almost as delicious to the barbarian as her Elf’s juices are.

After a few excruciating minutes, Krvavy moves her head up as much as her horns permit and wraps her lips around Beryl’s clit.

“AAAHNNNNGHH~!” The tomboyish Elf’s gasping moan immediately rings out as pleasure wracks her body, her thighs clamping down around the barbarian’s head.

A mischievous twinkle fills Krvavy’s eyes as her teeth graze against the sensitive nub. Sliding her mouth down a bit, Beryl’s clit is once again left out in the cool air. But it isn’t completely ignored, as each breath Krvavy takes blows warm air from her nose down onto it, causing Beryl to twitch from the teasing sensation.

The seconds pass as the barbarian remains like this, not moving and simply breathing onto Beryl’s most sensitive spot. It is **** for the Wood Elf, especially since Krvavy’s hands are still holding firmly onto her hips, preventing her from grinding against the barbarian’s face and finding true relief.

“You know,” the barbarian slowly speaks up from between the Elf’s legs, “I thought about asking Thea to help out with this. But that little brat would have just called me a pervert and said no. Still though, could you imagine how **** you’d be if she zapped you~?”

“P-please! My, dear-AHH-ssst lo-UHH-ve~!” Beryl begs, her pleas interrupted by gasping moans as the Drakling’s long tongue sticks out and gently prods at her soaking slit.

“Please what~?” Krvavy teasingly asks, her warm breath grazing across the Elf’s desperately flushed flesh.

“NNGH~! Ple-EAAH-shhe~! HAAHH~! USHE MEE~!” Beryl desperately shouts out, her words slurring together with her moans.

“How can I say no to that~?”

“YESH~! MY LOHVE~!” The Elf screams out as Krvavy’s mouth descends upon her.

But the barbarian keeps her fairly subdued pace, tormenting Beryl with the anticipation of even more pleasured. Rather than use her inhumanly long tongue to pound against the entrance to Beryl’s womb, Krvavy simply licks, kisses, and even nibbles on her Elf’s lower lips. In other words, she is eating Beryl out rather normally, using the tip of her nose to put some occasional pressure on this tanned tomboy’s twitching clit.

Beryl’s needy moans, pleasured gasps, and **** cries are like music to Krvavy’s ears. A debauched symphony of lust fills the air, gradually growing to a frantic crescendo. “AAAUHH~!” The Wood Elf wordlessly shouts out, her fruity juices gushing out into Krvavy’s mouth as she is brought to orgasm once more.

Krvavy slows down to an almost languid pace, giving Beryl the chance to recover a bit. A few idle thoughts pass through the barbarian’s mind as her tongue trails around the Elf’s entrance. This whole act of eating her Elf out is oddly relaxing. It isn’t mindless, as Krvavy is paying close attention to how Beryl reacts to each slight sensation, but it doesn’t require much concentration either. More importantly, it is enjoyable.

The barbarian likes seeing her girls squirm in pleasure. She loves knowing that she is the one sending them to such ecstatic heights. But it isn’t just a selfless desire driving her enjoyment of this lewd act, as she is getting a fair bit out of it as well. Not as much as if she was fucking one of her girls, of course, but shivers of pleasure are running through her body, building anticipation for when she does decide to use her Elf.

Krvavy isn’t in a rush for that though, as she is more than happy to continue indulging in the benefits that she doesn’t get to experience all that often. Namely the feeling of toned legs wrapping around her head and firm thighs pressing against her cheeks, surrounding her in a comforting warmth. And she can’t deny that the flavour itself is drawing her in. That is something she can experience with a kiss, but the wonderful fruity taste is much more pronounced down here, between Beryl’s thighs.

“OHH~!” The Elf gasps out, causing those thoughts to drift from Krvavy’s mind as easily as they entered it. “YEASH~! M-AH~ LO-UHVE~!”

Without realizing it, Krvavy’s long tongue had ventured further out past her lips, delving deep into this delicious delicacy in front of her. The bumpy appendage twists and turns inside the Wood Elf, rubbing against the receptive walls of Beryl’s constrictive cunt.

The tanned tomboy’s whole body shudders in pleasure as the tip of Krvavy’s tongue touches the barrier at the end of her drenched tunnel. The entrance to Beryl’s womb is as sensitive as always, the slightest of contact sending ecstatic sensations through the Elf.

The barbarian presses her long tongue forwards, firmly caressing the tender barrier as the rest of her meaty appendage wiggles and squirms, luxuriating in the delicious taste assailing it from all sides.

Beryl’s thighs squeeze down on Krvavy’s head, her juices gushing into the barbarian’s mouth. And as the Elf comes down from yet another orgasm, Krvavy decides that she has had enough. And by she Krvavy doesn’t mean Beryl, she means herself.

The barbarian’s cock is steadily dripping pre into the cool air as it throbs in need. The underside of her shaft feels completely soaked as the slick liquid flows from the tip all the way down to her hefty sack. Krvavy has spent enough time selflessly pleasuring her Elf, and now she is the one who needs some relief. Not that Beryl would really complain, of course.

Her hands slowly slide over Beryl’s hips and down the Elf’s thighs, digging into the firm flesh as she forcibly pries the legs off her head.

“Nnnhoo~...” Beryl moans out, resisting as much she can though ultimately unable to stop Krvavy from pulling away her weak and twitching legs. The Elf makes some unhappy noises intermingled with lustful gasps as the thick tongue slowly slides free from her folds, immediately trailing upwards over her clit.

Krvavy slowly licks along the Elf’s toned belly, climbing the slight rise of her tomboyish tits, and ending with a gentle nibble on Beryl’s long pointed ear. One of the barbarian’s hands has found its way to the Wood Elf’s firm ass, giving it a strong squeeze.

The barbarian’s oversized cock throbs in need as it presses against Beryl’s drenched slit. The Elf’s legs clamp down around Krvavy’s waist, trying desperately to pull her in.

Krvavy just clicks her tongue and smiles as her free hand slides up Beryl’s side. Her scaled fingers trail along the faint muscles, feeling their sinewy strength, before coming to a stop beneath Beryl’s shoulder. Firmly gripping onto her, the barbarian lifts her Elf up off the thick stone hook.

Beryl’s arms immediately fall down around Krvavy’s neck, her wrists still bound together as she hugs onto her Drakling lover. The toned Elf leans in towards the barbarian, her blue-green eyes glazed with lust and her lips parted ever so slightly as she pants heavily.

The two remain like this for a few seconds, simply gazing into each others eyes. The tomboyish Wood Elf slowly moves her head in even more, the tip of her nose grazing against Krvavy’s as she gently nibbles on the barbarian’s bottom lip.

“MMPGHHH~!” The toned Elf moans out as her body is abruptly penetrated on both ends, her soaked slit getting speared on Krvavy’s colossal cock and her throat bulged out by the barbarian’s dominating tongue.

Krvavy hungrily devours her Elf’s mouth while simultaneously lifting the lithe woman up and down to batter against her womb. Beryl’s beautiful eyes roll back in her head as her body quivers uncontrollably, wracked with mind-melting pleasure.

The tanned Elf’s pert breasts rub against Krvavy’s much larger pair as she is bounced on the oversized shaft, her dark nipples stiff and hard as they rub against the barbarian’s pale skin. Her inhumanly tight pussy clenches and clamps down with each orgasmic shudder, trying desperately to keep Krvavy’s cock inside of her.

With a muffled grunt, the barbarian’s hefty sack pulls up against her body and her cock begins to throb. Krvavy continues to bounce the Elf on her shaft as it unloads spurt after spurt of thick cum into Beryl’s slit, though her movements grow slightly more erratic from the sharp spikes in pleasure.

A wet warmth drips down Krvavy’s shaft from where they are joined, her seed leaking free from the constant motion.

Breathing deeply, with her lips still pressed to those of her Elf, the barbarian steps back and carefully heads towards their bedding. The haze of lust within Krvavy’s mind strengthens and grows, leaving the only thoughts of pleasure in her head.