Cuddling & Catching Up (on the Couch)

Verdant green lips delicately brush against a pale and pointy ear, pearly white teeth lightly nibbling at the black scales that line its top. “Comfy~...?” That warm, whispered word – spoken just firmly enough to carry the hint of a threat – sends shuddering shivers down the Drakling’s spine.

Krvavy lightly chews on the inside of her cheek, colossal cock twitching and steadily swelling in size, unable to help itself. Her heart beats just a bit faster as a nimble finger purposefully trails across her collarbone, creeping ever closer to the scar carved across her chest. Slowly, she leans her head back... sinking into the squishy cushion provided by the ‘body’ of a certain slime. “Yeah...”

“Good~!” Beryl cheerily chirps, the black pools of her eyes peering deep into her Draconic lover’s soul. “Because ya aren’t goin’ anywhere fer quite some time! Ah’m not lettin’ ya go out and collect even more scars!” Her dexterous hand jumps up, firmly grabbing onto Krvavy’s chin. “Ya leave ‘ere, all pristine and perfect, only fer... Ach! Just look at wha’ they’ve done ta ya!” That tanned tomboy’s touchy fingers trace along a thin line, following it from just beneath one cheekbone to just above the other, crossing a nose that surely must have been carved open in the process. “Is there any part o’ ya tha’ didn’t get all chopped up!?”

“You knew all about these scars beforehand.” Inanna idly comments, her palm gently pressing into Krvavy’s right thigh, touching a patch of pale skin unmarred by all but the littlest of marks... unlike its opposite, memories of a slicing sword and blitzing crossbow bolt carved into that other leg.

“Ach! Knowin’ ain’t the same as seein’!” Beryl rather aggressively shakes her head, branch-like antlers bumping into her Draconic lover’s much sturdier horns. “Ah mean, just look at all o’ these lil’ nicks and cuts!” The Dryad’s hand drops down to the muscled abs marred by a few harder to ignore scars... only to ignore them in favour of the almost unnoticeable specks and flecks left by countless weapons flung about with magic. “She didn’t mention those! And look, even ‘er arse ‘as been desecrated!” Barely, that little mark is closer to Krvavy’s hip than anything... “Branded, burned!” By a small trinket that couldn’t quite handle the magic it was blocking...

“Ugh...!” Thea exasperatedly shouts, slumping back onto the opposite side of this split ‘U’ shaped couch, leaning quite heavily against the Were-Beast’s body. “Can we get on with this already!? I would like to sleep in our bed tonight!”

Krvavy takes a long and deep breath, letting Beryl touch and trace her many, many new scars... while doing her best to not let her cock get its hopes up or be tricked by all those affectionate caresses... “Right...” She slowly exhales, pulling both her Dryad and Dwarf just a little closer. “So, we kept the two of you pretty up to date on everything that happened...”

“Aye,” Beryl nods, her passionate zeal tempering down quite a bit, touchy fingers getting drawn back to the large line stretching across Krvavy’s chest. “Includin’ the fact tha’ ya finally set a date ta get married ta tha’ brat o’ yers... even though ya still ‘aven’t proposed ta Inanna~! Or Khalia~!”

“Rrrgh...!” The Were-Beast pulls her plump lips back into a snarled sneer. “Already Mate!”

Thea rolls her soft-blue eyes, ignoring that Greenskin’s grouchy outburst. “You also need to do as much, for your own wedding.” She states, staring straight at the tanned tomboy.

Beryl blinks, pausing with her palm pressed flat above her barbaric lover’s steadily beating heart. “Aye, Ah... Ah know.” Her bark-brown brow furrows together. “Tha’ll ‘ave ta be in the winter then, if Adeline ‘as the spring...”

“I-I...!”

“Ach, no, no.” The Dryad softly shakes her head, denying that Halfling the chance to postpone her wedding. “Ya’re not pushin’ tha’ date back! Ah can make a winter weddin’ work just fine. We’d probably ‘ave the ceremony down in the shade o’ my tree, so its not like the cold and snow would’a been much o’ a problem anyway.”

The bottom-heavy bunny-mouse squirms in her seat, shrinking into the Were-Beast’s shadow. “Eeeeeiie...”

Khalia pats that adorable girl on the head, her comparatively giant paw-like hand ruffling some long strands of dark-blonde hair. “Ehehhheh...” She can’t help but quietly cackle, cuddling close to that cute girl, so nearly dragging Adeline into her lap

A smile plays at Krvavy’s lips, her heart fluttering from just that sight alone. It would be better if those three girls of hers were closer, but... she has spent more than enough time with them, in these past few days. She can handle a little bit of distance. “Anyway...”

⟨♪♪♪⟩ The chiming, singsong sound of Lynn’s joy echoes through the minds of everyone present... except for Inanna, the sole one here without a sliver of Krvavy’s soul to call her own. ⟨♪♪♪⟩ That slime jiggles and sways, her large pearl of a core rubbing against the rich, blood-red hair on the back of this barbarian’s head. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

Beryl’s long and pointed ears wiggle quite happily, the iris’ within her dark eyes glimmering and gleaming their true blue-green colour. “Ya wanted ta talk about all o’ the stuff ya brought back, aye~?” This tanned, teasing tomboy knows full well that that isn’t the case. “Like those plushi–~?”

“Sh-shut up!” Thea suddenly shouts, her face flushing a deep shade of red. “S-stop trying to distract our degenerate of a Dragon from what she is trying to say! Also!” That brat’s soft-blue gaze snaps towards Krvavy. “How DARE you steal those!? I let you into my old home, into my old bed, and you pilfer and pillage and pinch all of those...!” Her blush only burns brighter as she tries to ignore the many little stuffed lambs sitting on one of the corner sections of this couch, alongside some clothes that haven’t yet been put away. “Th-those...! UGH!”

Leafy green lips press against the Drakling’s pale skin, planting a delicate and loving kiss where chest transitions into breast. “Don’t ya feel bad about gettin’ called out on yer thievin’ ways, my dearest love~.” A hint of lilting laughter underlines the Dryad’s beautiful voice, despite her attempts to keep a straight face. “Ya are a Dragon~. It is only natural fer ya ta swoop in and take as much livestock as ya’d like from these rural folk~.”

“Ugh! Hmph!” Thea simply sputters and huffs, unable to properly voice her bratty frustrations. Instead, she simply crosses her arms and pouts, simmering in bashful and indignant anger... which only seems to grow as the Were-Beast’s other paw-like hand comes to rest atop her head. “Ugh...!”

“Besides~,” Beryl’s nimble fingers trail down through Krvavy’s cleavage, the wood grain lines that texture her arm brushing against the big and bare boob she is nuzzling into. “It is not like ya took all o’ them, aye~? There’s still more than enough fer a second, or even third trip, aye~?”

The silver-blonde brat trembles and shakes, her kissable lips quivering with rage. “Y-you...!”

“Wha’~?” This tomboy of an Elf innocently asks, snuggling into the strong arm slung over her shoulders. “Adeline’s big bunny needs some more friends~!”

That seems to snap Thea from her outraged daze. “And it already has one! That one, there!” Her dainty fingers points almost accusingly at a homemade plushy in slightly oversized overalls, its long rabbit ears partially draped over a much softer looking sheep. “The ragdoll!”

⟨♥♥♥⟩ Waves of warmth and love wash over Krvavy’s soul, the purple-blue slime serving as her headrest rather tenderly massaging all that it touches. ⟨♥♥♥⟩ Lynn may not have a brain, and may not even be capable of thought, but she still clearly missed Krvavy.

“Anyway...” The Drakling rather heavily sighs, smiling widely and openly. “To get back on topic...” Mercifully, no one interrupts her this time. “I earned a lot of favour, and haven’t spent any of it yet.”

“Mm.” Inanna nods, almost mirroring Beryl as she leans into their barbaric lover’s embrace. “Those portals – that so called ‘Bridge of Shadows’ – saved you the need to purchase that Inventory, for the express purpose of bringing your spoils of war back home.”

“Oh, but then...” The dark pools of Beryl’s eyes turn back towards the pouting brat. “Wha’d ya pick when ya got yer Mark? Which, by the way, looks real good on ya. It’s very nice, so slutty and lewd~.” Her verdant lips spread into a smug grin as that grumpy girl simply scowls back at her. “Ach, come on~. It doesn’t take much ta know tha’ ya’d’ve just loved ta keep some clothes on ya at all times, if just so tha’ ya can always dress up all sexily fer our dearest love~.”

“Hmph!” Thea huffs and leans back into this rather comfy couch, arms still crossed beneath her modest breasts... lifting those beautiful boobs in such an alluring way... “I...” Her cheeks burn brighter and brighter as her voice grows more mumbly and harder to hear. “Su...ior... S...d...”

Krvavy furrows her brow, not quite sure she caught that.

But Beryl, with those long and pointed ears of hers, seems to have heard the girl just fine. “Aye~?” She laughs, a beautifully joyful sound. “Really~? Out o’ everythin’, ya chose ‘er sex trait~?”

The silver-blonde brat sputters a bit. “S-sex trait!? Almost all of the traits I could have taken are sex traits! From her perverse nudist ‘blessing’ to that degenerate ‘lifestyle’ trait that encourages sleeping with as many sluts as possible! Even the language one has a lewd name!”

“Was neither Divine Potential nor Skilled Soul an option?” Inanna curiously questions, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side... bumping into the barbarian’s bosom as a result. “Those two are not sexual, and both have a fair bit of value to them. Either by ensuring that you have high – if not maxed – affinities, or by letting you get more out of each level. Even Touch of the Ancients may have been beneficial for you to get. Eromancy is quite the... primal... school of magic, after all.”

Thea squirms as five different pairs of eyes – and perhaps even Lynn’s attention – turn her way. “They... were... available...” She slowly answers, her flustered exasperation melting into bashful embarrassment. That noble girl peers down into her lap, dainty fingers nervously drumming atop her bare thigh, the band of a white silken stocking squishing that expanse of soft flesh. “But I felt that... that giving us a way to gain experience from sex even when our degenerate of a Dragon is not home was... more important than choosing something that would... benefit only myself...”

Silence hangs in the air for a few long seconds... broken only by the slime’s happy singing, those soft chiming sounds echoing through the connection of Krvavy’s soul. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

“Ya know... Ah’m not even gonna tease ya fer tha’.” Beryl so generously spares the brat from further harassment, holding their Draconic lover’s hand tight and close to her chest. “But Ah ‘ave ta wonder... is it still called Superior Stud even though ya aren’t a ‘stud’?”

The tips of Inanna’s fingers glance across Krvavy’s toned thigh, a bit too close to the towering cock twitching and throbbing away. “I would presume so.” The serious shortstack simply states. “Because that is the name of the trait being emulated. Replacing ‘stud’ with something else, no matter how apt, would simply risk confusing which trait is it mean to be.”

“And speakin’ o’...” Beryl’s steady heartbeat echoes through the Drakling’s palm. “Wha’ does it do, exactly? Does it ‘ave all the same features?”

Thea lightly bites her bottom lip, as if debating if she should just let everyone Inspect her to get this over with faster. But she doesn’t particularly like it when her privacy is invaded like that... “It has the same... or weaker... boost to sexual stamina and affinities, the same boost to pleasure, the same experience gain from sex...”

“Mm. We will have to test if it stacks with Krvavy’s original copy.” The Dwarf thinks aloud, glancing up at the Drakling. “Did you notice a difference in any of that on the way back home?”

Krvavy tilts her head to the side... only to subtly shrug hardly a second later. “Not really...?”

The tanned tomboy tightly squeezes Krvavy’s hand, her heart beating just a bit faster as she leans ever so slightly forward. “Did ya get the same childbearin’ boons too?” She curiously asks, a tinge of anxious anticipation audible in her tone.

Thea slowly shakes her head. “No. Just the fertility control and...” Her soft-blue eyes dart to the side. “And that is it.”

“I suppose that is for the best. If the boon it gave your future children wasn’t made redundant by Krvavy’s version – via not stacking with the original values – then this is a trait that we would all want to get, in time.” For a moment, it seems as if Inanna is going to leave it at that. “Mm...” A single one of her dense eyebrows raises up into an inquisitive arch. “But is that truly it? Is there nothing in the vein of improving relationships via sex? Though I suppose the strength of that effect was already so low that weakening it even further may well remove it all together...”

“Oh!” Beryl abruptly perks up. “This is the trait tha’ lets our Krvavy increase ‘er cum ta a wonderfully excessive amount! So do ya ‘ave an equivalent ta tha’?” A slightly sadistic smile spreads across her face, those long Elf ears wiggling with amusement. “Maybe somethin’ tha’ll make ya squirt like a fountain when ya cum~?”

“What?! N-no...” A rather defeated sigh passes through this noble girl’s kissable lips. “Just... I will not become dehydrated by cumming or... or drooling too much during sex...”

“Mm. I suppose that is convenient, if nothing else...” Inanna idly muses. “Though that is, effectively, what Supernatural Stud currently does for Krvavy... so I wonder what boon you would have gained had you taken that instead...? Would it be the same, or different...?” She softly shakes her head, letting that thought slide aside. “Did you notice this effect on the way back, at least?”

Thea takes a deep breath, doing her best to calm herself down. The bright blush colouring her cheeks, neck, shoulders, and ears... dims, just a little. “I was not nearly as thirsty, but the return journey was... not nearly as intense... as the trip there...”

Inanna slowly nods, before suddenly blinking. “Ah. Apologies, my Ushumgal. We got thoroughly distracted and went on quite the tangent. You wanted to discuss how to spend all of the Divine Favour you gained, yes?”

“Yeah...” The Drakling slowly exhales. “I have ninety-two points of favour right now. And...” She pauses for just a moment, lightly chewing at the inside of her cheek. Certainty fills her emerald eyes as she peers deep into her Dwarf’s copper-orange pair. “And I am willing to spend all of it if I have to, anything to finally be able to fully fit inside of you. It isn’t fair that you and Adeline have had to wait so long for that. For us to even be capable of having proper and actual sex.”

The bunny-mouse freezes in place, her little heart no doubt frantically beating away. The cute nipples that crown her truly tiny tits poke out into the pleasantly warm air as she stares straight at Krvavy’s colossal cock. Eager excitement, anxious apprehension, terrified turmoil, joyful jubilation... A mix of emotions flash across her face, mingling and merging and moving from one to another...

Even just the thought that she may soon be able to take that gigantic, girthy thing inside of her... it is simply too much for Adeline to handle. Slowly, so very slowly, she sinks into the embrace of the Were-Beast’s big and bare breasts, making soft squeaking sounds all the while.

Inanna’s stout fingers steadily and thoughtfully tap at Krvavy’s toned thigh. “I should caution against that,” the shortstack slowly begins. “To encourage your Favour get put to better use, in strengthening yourself and helping you grow more powerful. But...” A long and heavy sigh passes through her dark-grey lips, her unwavering eyes staring straight into Krvavy’s soul. “I must admit that I can only be so patient. I wish to be yours, Krvavy. Fully and entirely. Even if the cost may be... considerable.”

“Ach,” the Dryad slowly shakes her head, peering past her Draconic lover to meet that Dwarf’s intense gaze. “Don’t get ‘ung up on the cost.”

“That is easier said than done.” The grey-skinned shortstack quite seriously states. “Especially as we are still not sure if Supernatural Stud will hold the solution to this ‘problem’ of ours. We would be gambling on that fact. And I do not like leaving anything up to chance, least of all this.”

“Neither do I,” the Drakling admits, “but I’m still willing to go through with it... if everyone else is.”

“Ya won’t see me complain!” Beryl quickly speaks up, giving the black-scaled hand held above her heart an encouraging squeeze. “Even if Ah don’t directly benefit from it, and even if ya could get somethin’ more powerful... like, say, the next and maybe final upgrade ta yer Naturists Blessin’... This is more important than tha’.” Her reassuring smile shifts slightly, verdant lips curling rather playfully. “Ah mean, Ah became a tree ta be able ta get wha’ Inanna and Adeline are now askin’ fer~! So go on, my dearest love, let those two know the bliss tha’ is takin’ yer whole length~!”

“Mate~!” The Were-Beast barks her support. “Take and breed Dwarfy and little bunbun~!”

Thea rolls her soft-blue eyes at that... enthusiasm. “Ugh... Do not get ahead of yourself, you horny hound...” The brat barely reacts as a big, paw-like hand palm her modest boob, squeezing and kneading that squishy tit. “Still... spending all of that Divine Favour on something so perverse is... exactly what we have come to expect from you, our degenerate Dragon~. So go ahead, not like I care...”

“I-I-I...!” Adeline trips and stumbles over that single word, wanting to speak up and voice her own opinion on the matter. “Eeeeiieeie...” She slowly, and squeakily, exhales... taking a long and deep breath immediately after. “It... It is e-e-ex-pens-sive... but if the oth-thers...” The bunny-mouse girl trails off, electing to simply nod her head, quite eagerly at that. The blush colouring her own cheeks, growing as Thea’s own fades, is quickly hidden behind her big and floppy bunny ears.

“Alright...” The Drakling audibly gulps, hoping beyond hope that this will work. “To start... the first upgrade. Or second, because it started at the first and...” That thought trails off into nothingness, the trait in question getting pulled up into Krvavy’s perception.

Supernatural Stud II: 10 Divine Favour. When applied to the skin, your semen imparts numerous health benefits that lead to improved longevity and encourage a youthful appearance. When ingested orally, your semen provides all of the nutrients required for those who consume it to live a healthy life. Upgradable.

Inanna tilts her head slightly, recalling the details that they had previously discussed. She has a good memory, but... “That was... ten points of Divine Favour, yes?” It still doesn’t hurt to double check.

“Aye,” Beryl nods, answering before her barbaric lover can. “It was the cum focused one!” And that is why she remembered it... “Which already ‘as made the cost worth it, fer me~. Ah can just imagine slippin’ beneath the dinner table fer my delicious and fillin’ dessert~... or layin’ back in a tub, bathin’ in all o’ tha’ creamy, virile seed~...”

A rather rosy hue creeps onto Krvavy’s face. Her cock throbs as dexterous fingers casually wrap around its base, simply helping to hold that toweringly tall shaft up. “Well, I bought it, so the next one is...”

Supernatural Stud III: 15 Divine Favour. When deposited vaginally, your semen provides a bonus of up to +50% experience gained from all sources, increasing in intervals of 5% per load. This experience bonus will persist for seven days before beginning to fade, decreasing by 10% for each subsequent week that passes without another load. When deposited anally, your semen restores energy proportional to the size of the load, restoring both Stamina and Mana as needed. Upgradable.

Khalia perks up before that is even done being read aloud. “Wuuhf~!” She makes a happy bark of a sound, shaggy tail wagging as best it can while squished between her butt and the couch. “Mate~! Fuck us even stronger~!”

“Aye, tha’ first part is great~! We’ll ‘ave plenty o’ fun buildin’ up tha’ bonus~! And wit’ it, well, maybe we’ll all be able ta catch up ta ya, my dearest love~?” The tanned tomboy’s caramel coloured cheek nuzzles against her barbaric lover’s bare bosom, verdant lips planting the occasional kiss onto that expanse of pale skin. “The second ‘alf sounds like it’ll be a lot o’ fun too~... Oooh~...!” She suddenly squeezes Krvavy’s cock quite tight. “Do ya think we could replace sleep wit’ gettin’ our arses pounded~?”

“Hmph!” Thea huffs, ignoring that Wood Elf’s perverse, and quite playful, question. “It is quite the potent upgrade~.” A fair bit of excitement underlines this blushing, silver-blonde brat’s voice, the noble girl not even bothering to hide that.

Krvavy nods. “Yeah...” A tinge of anxiety clings to her heart. If Supernatural Stud is anything like Superior Stud... there will only be five levels of it. So if the next one doesn’t do what her Dwarf so desperately desires... They will only have one more chance.

“My Ushumgal,” Inanna’s stout hand slowly glides back and forth across Krvavy’s thigh, that reassuring caress made a little less wholesome by the dexterous fingers currently stroking along the Drakling’s dick. “Do not feel as if you are wasting Favour here. What we have gotten thus far is incredibly valuable. And I did not expect that third tier to be our salvation. When last we went over this, I had – correctly – theorized the method in which it would provide its boon, that being through vaginal and anal intercourse. After all, the second tier was focused on topical and oral applications of your seed, so such an assumption was the logical next step.”

“Ugh, just what is the next upgrade?” Thea impatiently cuts short that droning Dwarf.

Supernatural Stud IV: 20 Divine Favour. Your cock can now comfortably & pleasurably fit into any orifice commonly used for sexual intercourse, with no ill effects regardless of how drastic the difference in size may be. Those that you regularly perform sexual acts with will age more gracefully, enjoying greater longevity and a moderately lengthened lifespan. Upgradable.

Hardly a sound can be heard as Krvavy finishes reading that aloud, the Drakling as dazed as the rest of her girls. Her pale lips continue to move, muttering quietly and to herself as she mouths that description, reading it again and again... almost unable to believe what it says.

The Dryad’s dexterous fingers squeeze tight around her Draconic lover’s swollen shaft. A dollop of viscous pre oozes from its twitching, turgid tip. “There it is, Inanna~! Exactly wha’ ya wanted, and more~!” Beryl excitedly cheers, her verdant green nipple poking into the large palm that she just guided down towards that perky tit of hers. “We won’t ‘ave ta worry about our brat witherin’ away as she grows inta an old ‘ag! Though if wha’ Ah ‘eard about ‘er mum is anythin’ ta go by, then tha’ wasn’t goin’ ta be a problem anyway~...!”

Thea’s attention snaps back towards that teasing tomboy, a silver-blonde braid whipping into Khalia’s side. “Hey...! Why are you singling me out!? What about Adeline!? She is already older than me! And a Halfling does not live any longer than a Human!”

“Ah, but see, she’s a cute lil’ bunny~!” Beryl grins, a single vine stretching out from her back and reaching across the stone table set between this ‘U’ shaped arrangement of couches, just to pat that adorable Halfling on the head. “So obviously she’ll stay this way fer the rest o’ time~!”

“That is...! You are delusional~...!” The noble girl gasps rather lewdly, unable to keep the arousal from her voice as her nipple is pinched and squeezed. “Delusional~...!”

“Eeeeiiiee...!” Adeline squeaks, hiding so completely behind her floppy bunny ears. But that doesn’t stop Khalia’s other paw-like hand from finding her tremendously thick thighs, kneading and groping at those wondrously plush things.

⟨♪♪♪⟩ Lynn sings just a bit louder through the connection of Krvavy’s soul, that slime overwhelmed by the excitement in this room. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

“My Ushumgal...” The Dwarf softly exhales, her intense copper-orange eyes peering straight up into the Drakling’s emerald pair. “Did you...?”

Krvavy simply nods.

A lewd, overjoyed smile finds its way onto Inanna’s normally neutral face. “Splendid~.” Her hot, needy breath brushes against the throbbing, swollen tip of her Draconic lover’s dick, that towering pillar of meat held steady by her and Beryl’s hands. “Then let us put it to test~.”

The Drakling’s heart skips a beat, watching on in awe as her Dwarf’s dark-grey lips press into the very tip of her oversized shaft. “Hhh~...!” She can’t help but suck in a sharp breath of air, a small but sturdy tongue flicking at her drooling cockslit, licking at the stream of pre steadily flowing free. With hardly a thought, the hand that was – up until just a few moments ago – slung around that shortstack’s shoulders moves in, scaled fingers brushing dense strands of coal-black hair away from Inanna’s face.

“Oh~!” Beryl gasps, her long and pointed ears wiggling with joy as she takes in that lewd sight, abandoning her attempts to bully the brat as she so fully focuses on what is happening beside her.

Inanna’s teeth gently glance across Krvavy’s colossal cockhead, her thick lips spreading wide as her jaw slowly stretches open. That turgid tip, bulkier and bigger than even her fist, squishes down as it is squeezed into her mouth... not quite shrinking yet somehow still fitting somewhere it should never be capable of, so effortlessly defying reality.

With ease, its flared crown pushes past the seal of that Dwarf’s dark-grey lips.

“Mmh~...” A lewd, rumbling hum echoes through the shortstack’s suckling mouth. Her jaw rolls slightly, not stretched to its limit... despite appearances. “Mhmm~...” She subtly nods, bobbing her head just a bit. Her stout fingers dig into the Drakling’s dick, holding it far more firmly than needed as she effortlessly pulls back, the tip of that cock slipping free with a wet pop.

“That... looked so odd~...” Thea softly moans, utterly unable to hide her arousal. Her thighs squish together, the mark above her womb pulsing in shades of pink and blue.

Adeline seems to share that beautiful brat’s thought, the Halfling’s big hazel-brown eyes peeking past her trembling fingers, no doubt rosy cheeks obscured by those floppy bunny ears of hers.

Inanna’s sizable chest rises and falls with each rather heavy breath she takes. Her thumb glances across her lover’s swollen cockhead, smearing saliva and pre alike across that glistening, throbbing thing. “My Ushumgal... would it be impatient of me to ask that we... that we have sex, proper and actual penetrative sex, right now?”

“Ach, o’ course not~!” Beryl rather emphatically answers, in place of their barbarian. “Go on, ‘urry on over ta our bed~! Experience true bliss~! Ya can even ‘ave some privacy, ta enjoy yer first time wit’ our dearest love wit’out any distractions~! We’ll join ya a little later on, if tha’ is okay~?”

The shortstack’s truly titanic tits utterly engulf her Draconic lover’s dick as she leans across Krvavy’s lap, pressing her lips into Beryl’s verdant green pair. “Thank you~. Now...”

Krvavy’s heart flutters as those intense copper-orange eyes turn back towards her, peering deep into her soul.