Digging a Well & Bugging the Brat

“[Aha! There, see,]” Inanna emphatically taps her foot, “[I knew it wouldn’t take much more digging.]”

Searing steam hisses out from various cracks in the rock as Krvavy lifts a brick from the ground, widening the shallow hole as a trickle of water bubbles up from it.

“[It isn’t very much.]” Krvavy idly comments.

“[Of course not. We hardly have a well yet.]” The Dwarf replies with a shrug. “[But the more you dig, the more area the water will have to seep out from.]”

“[Will all this steam be an issue?]”

“[No.]” Inanna shakes her head as she gives her curt reply. After a few moments of silence, she decides to elaborate. “[If we were using metal and machinery, then I would be concerned about rust. But, as we are not, the steam will not affect much. At worst, it may cause a gradual buildup of mineral deposits in this room.]”

Krvavy nods her head as she reaches down into the shallow puddle of scalding water, her scaled fingers feeling a little uncomfortable as she grabs onto another brick, lifting it free.

The Dwarf takes the brick and moves it aside, adding it to one of the many ever-growing piles. There are far, far more bricks than they really need. If Krvavy’s plans for their home didn’t involve digging into the cave wall then it wouldn’t be too bad. But as it is, she’ll have to find some place out in the cave to store these bricks until she finds a use for them. Or until she has enough spare mana to dispose of them all...

“[Do you know what you’re going to do with the pump yet?]” The barbarian asks after a few short minutes of work.

“[I have an idea, yes. But it is a bit... unorthodox.]”

“[Oh?]” Krvavy turns to the Dwarf and tilts her head curiously. “[What do you mean?]”

“[Considering the material constraints, I believe that a more traditional pump with any degree of moving parts is... simply untenable.]” Inanna’s thick brow furrows slightly in annoyance. “[Even with your magic allowing for parts exactly to my specifications, we would still run into many problems. Unnecessary friction, excess weight, and the durability of the stone, just to name a few.]”

The Dwarf sighs out and shakes her head. “[As a result, I propose that the pump should be almost entirely runic. That is less than ideal, I will admit, but it is doable. Though, were it just myself, then this idea would likely be just as much out of reach as a traditional pump. It will, after all, require considerably more mana to operate. But with yourself, your Wood Elf, and your Human, I do not believe that will be an issue.]”

“[How much mana will it need?]”

“[I am not entirely certain.]” Inanna replies with a shrug. “[It will almost certainly be more than I could maintain on my own, but I cannot imagine that it will be too much for the rest of you. And I will be able to improve it over time as well, either through constructing an actual pump to replace it or through simple improvements to its design based on observation. I would prefer if you had metal and a forge that I could use, but that isn’t strictly necessary. Having access to proper materials would result in a more reliable pump, but I should be able to make do without that.]”

“[Okay... I’ll keep that in mind.]” Krvavy slowly nods her head. “[But for now, I’ll be happy as long as it works. And if it can last long enough that it doesn’t lose power or stop working if I left home for a couple days. Thea would be... quite upset if that happened.]”

“[That will not be a problem.]” The Dwarf assures. “[I will be using quartz crystals to store power for the system. So even in the case that no one adds mana into it, the pump should continue to operate for a few days at least.]”

“[Quartz?]”

“[Yes.]” Inanna nods her head. “[Any crystalline structure will work, but quartz is both easy to acquire, comparatively, and rather effective at storing mana. I have a few amongst my belongings, though I must admit that they aren’t the most optimally enchanted. All but one of them, at least.]”

“[You have a bunch of quartz, uh, crystals in your luggage?]”

“[They are useful for my work.]” The Dwarf replies in a deadpan tone, before bitterly sighing out a few seconds later. “[I created them during my education as part of a practical test, and keep them mostly as a memento of that time. The one that stands above the rest in terms of functionality almost caused me to fail. I did not follow the traditional method and steps, instead inscribing runes that increased its conduction efficiency as well as increasing the amount of power that could be contained within its crystalline lattice. I had to retake the test and create the others to show that I knew how to do it the ‘correct’ way.]”

“[Ahh...]” Krvavy sighs out in understanding. She has had a few professors like that as well, always wanting things done their way. But they didn’t usually give second chances, unless it gave them a chance to lord over their students...

The barbarian shakes her head and puts those thoughts aside. There isn’t any point to dwelling on Leanna’s past. “[I didn’t know you could store mana in crystals.]”

Inanna raises an eyebrow. “[It is a fairly common practice.]”

“[Well, I... I’m pretty much self-taught when it comes to magic.]” Krvavy awkwardly rubs the back of her neck.

“[Mmm.]” The Dwarf hums out. “[It is an imperfect yet quite accessible method of storing mana. Not to mention that it is perhaps the safest as well. There is a reason why this ancient practice is still in common use today, and not just by us stubborn Dwarves.]”

Krvavy gently bites the inside of her cheek as a thought comes to her. “[Would I be able to use one as a... portable backup source of mana? To power spells and whatnot in the middle of a fight, for instance? Oh, and I mean generally speaking. Not one of yours specifically. Those are definitely more useful with you.]”

“[Yes,]” Inanna replies, “[though it would depend on how frequently and intensely you intend to use it. Quartz is not the most durable. Constantly completely draining and refilling one will damage its crystalline lattice. That is not a problem for what I plan with the pumps though, as that should be a fairly low intensity with a slow drain. If you wish to use one as a functional extension of your Total Mana, then I would recommend a more durable gem.]”

The barbarian slowly nods her head. That is also something to keep in mind, as it sounds like it could be very useful, though maybe not the most practical. If she had that Inventory she wants so much, then she could just carry around as many crystals and gems as she needs. But as it is, well, it isn’t like she has many pockets...

“[Do you still have enough mana to continue?]” The Dwarf asks, interrupting Krvavy’s thoughts.

“[Oh, yeah, right.]” Krvavy shakes her head and turns back to the shallow hole.

“You are such a pervert.”

“Oh? Am I?” Krvavy playfully asks, nuzzling her nose against that of her brat.

“Yes.” Thea rolls her eyes with a sigh. “Is that necessary?”

The barbarian glances down between her legs, where Khalia is lovingly licking her semi-hard length, cleaning it of the intermingled remnants of Krvavy’s cum and Thea’s juices. “She’s enjoying herself.”

“Ugh...” The bratty girl groans out. “Just have a bath like a normal person...”

“We will, just after Khalia is done with this.” Krvavy tells the girl cuddling against her side.

Thea just rolls her eyes and huffs out, blushing slightly from the casual lewdness of this situation.

“How is your training going? And no, I don’t mean the hard fucking you just woke up from.”

The silver-blonde brat narrows her eyes as her face flushes red, glaring up at Krvavy’s innocent smile. “It is alright, I suppose. I am not the best with a bow, but I am slowly improving.”

“Isn’t archery a sport for you nobles?” Krvavy suddenly asks. “How come you’ve never even picked up a bow before Beryl suggested you learn how to use one?”

“I simply had no interest in it.” Thea declares, though the fact that she isn’t making eye contact tells another story. “Ugh... Fine...” Thea groans out in annoyance after a few seconds under the barbarian’s gaze. “No one trusted me with a bow. They were concerned that I would hurt myself. Or someone else.”

“Well, you haven’t hurt yourself yet.” Krvavy kisses her brat on the forehead.

“Thank you for the confidence.” The noble girl sarcastically rolls her eyes.

“You are welcome~.” The barbarian teasingly coos back.

“Ugh...” Thea shakes her head, before glaring over at Beryl as the Elf sits by the fire silently stirring the stew. “The bow that your Elf made for me is little more than a stick with a string strung over its edges. I could not hurt myself with it if I tried.”

Unable to resist Thea’s cute lips any longer, Krvavy abruptly leans in and kisses the girl. It starts off fairly chaste, with lips pressing against lips in a loving manner. But after a few short seconds Thea’s mouth opens and she gently nibbles on the barbarian’s bottom lip. With that clear invitation for more, Krvavy’s long tongue presses forwards into the mouth of her little princess, easily dominating Thea’s smaller tongue.

The two quickly lose themselves to the kiss, embracing each other fully. Thea’s arms wrap around Krvavy’s neck as she tightly hugs the Drakling, her moans muffled into the barbarian’s mouth. Krvavy’s hands trail across Thea’s body, groping the girl almost at random with firm squeezes and gentle caresses.

“Wuufh~!” A happy howl calls out from between Krvavy’s legs as the barbarian’s cock surges to its full size and flops against Khalia’s face. The Orc’s plump lips press against the tip, parting around Krvavy’s girth. Her little tusks graze along its underside as more and more of Krvavy’s length enters her warm and wet mouth.

Krvavy’s tongue presses against the back of Thea’s mouth, causing the girl to shiver in pleasure as her jaw is **** open by the meaty appendage. At some point this little princess has lost her gag reflex, likely due to the sex magic infusing her body. While that does make her mouth much easier to use, a part of Krvavy does miss hearing her girl gag.

Thea’s body shudders in pleasure, warm juices running down her leg along with some leftover cum that Krvavy had pumped inside of her earlier. The girl’s orgasmic moans are completely muffled as Krvavy’s slightly tapered tongue teases the entrance to her throat, sending pleasant vibrations through the barbarian's body.

Khalia gags slightly and pulls herself back a bit, whimpering in need as Krvavy’s tail curls around and presses between her thighs. The Orc stares up at her mate, eagerly watching Thea’s throat begin to bulge out while seemingly replicating it with the shaft in her own mouth.

Pleasure shoots through Krvavy’s body as her hefty sack pulls up against her body. Her cock throbs as it begins to unload into Khalia’s throat, the thick ropes quickly overwhelming the eager Orc.

Khalia pulls back with a **** cough, cum leaking from her nose as a final spurt sprays seed across her face. Her body convulses atop Krvavy’s tail, grinding it into the floor and soaking it with her juices as she scoops as much of the barbarian’s cum into her mouth as she can.

“My dearest love~!” Beryl bites back a moan, prompting Krvavy to reluctantly pull back from her kiss.

Thea shudders as the barbarian’s long tongue slides out from between her lips, panting heavily as she rests her flushed face against Krvavy’s shoulder.

Beryl’s thighs are slick with her juices as they desperately rub together, her needy slit left completely untouched and ignored. “Your food i-is ready, my dearest love.” She says with only the slightest bit of an aroused stutter.

“Thank you.” Krvavy replies, taking the offered bowls and placing one in Thea’s shaking hands. “Did you enjoy the show~?”

The tanned Wood Elf bites her bottom lip. “Aye, Ah... Ah did.”

“Well, I hope you didn’t enjoy it too much.” The barbarian stares intensely into her Elf’s blue-green eyes. “Remind me, how long is it until your punishment is over?”

“Five more days, my dearest love.” Beryl dutifully replies.

“Ahh, yes, that’s right. Your punishment has barely even started~.” Krvavy says with a sadistic smile, moving a hand down to ruffle Khalia’s hair as the Orc suckles the seed from her softening shaft. “But I’m sure that a proud Elf like yourself can handle it~. You spent the last few decades without cumming, so I’m sure you can handle a couple more days~.”

“Ah can.” Beryl breathes out, though the fact that she is unconsciously rubbing her thighs together makes that a little hard to believe.

“We’ll see.” The barbarian replies, bringing a spoonful of stew up to her lips. “We will see.”