Dinner & A Show ♥

A slightly embarrassed blush colours Adeline’s round cheeks, her little fingers idly fiddling with the ends of her floppy bunny ears. “Th-thank you...” She quietly mutters, glancing up at the older and rather stern looking maid looming above her.

Who simply gives the bunny-mouse girl a small but kind smile.

“Eeeip...!” Strong, paw-like hands grasp at Adeline’s wondrously wide hips, hefting that bottom-heavy blonde up before plopping her proportionally big butt down on the pillow that had been placed on her seat, making her seem... not quite so short compared to the others who will soon sit around this table.

“That will be all.” Those few words see all but one of the Countess’ servants leave the room. Rina raises an eyebrow and glances at the maid standing just a little off to the side, that visibly nervous girl staring at the floor. “Lynda?”

“Y-yes, my Lady?!” The clumsy maid jumps to attention... having to brace herself against a short cabinet to keep from losing her balance.

Gentle warmth fills Rina’s amethyst eyes. “You may take your leave as well. Enjoy the rest of your night off.”

For a moment it looks like that maid is going to question her orders. But a quick glance towards Krvavy, and then Khalia, changes her mind. Without a word, she bows her head and half scurries half stumbles off.

The Countess waits for the door to close with a solid click before lifting a hand and purposefully waving it through the air. Darkness sweeps around the perimeter of this room, shadows cast by the flickering fireplace and mana-fed chandelier stretching further, growing deeper. All sound from beyond these walls goes silent in the span of a single second.

“There.” Rina slowly exhales, a tiny amount of tension leaving her body as she lets herself relax. “We now have complete and total privacy. And to prove as much...”

For the briefest of moments, the air around this elegant half-Elf shimmers like a mirage.

A deep purple hue seeps into the Countess’ glossy nails, bleeding into her pink-skinned fingers like ink soaking into a page, spreading down her hand and over her wrist, that darkness disappearing into her lacy sleeve. The string of black onyx beads that holds the nebulous gem in place on her forehead splits apart as two cute little horns poke through them, sprouting hardly a fingers width above her delicate brow. She blinks, the whites of her eyes suddenly pitch black, her amethyst iris’ beginning to glow with their own internal light. Her dress rustles as a thin tail slips free from its different layers, the darkened tip of that twisting thing shaped like a stylized heart.

“Your girls were clearly aware of my true heritage,” the Countess casually states, stepping towards the table, “so there was no point in hiding –”

Clang!

Khalia’s silvery breastplate is carelessly dropped to the ground, alongside her pauldrons... vambraces... greaves... those thick cuisse plates on her thighs... the skimpy leather thong that barely contained her black-brown bush and which left her lewd mark visible for all to see... Really, everything that she was wearing – with the sole exception being her collar, of course – comes off. Quite quickly, as well.

This precious puppy’s shaggy tail swishes and sways away behind her now completely bare butt, the mostly nonsexual joy of a true nudist visible in every wagging move it makes. “Hhhehhehehhe~...” A sound somewhere between a satisfied sigh and softly snorted snickering whispers past four pleasantly pointy tusks, broken only by the heavy breaths that Khalia can’t help but take, her great green-skinned tits finally free after hours upon hours upon hours of being contained. “Hehhhehehehh~...”

Thea purses her pouty lips, almost looking jealous of that naked Were-Beast, before turning her harsh gaze towards the Hells-Cursed Countess. “For what purpose did you show us that portal?”

Rina pauses, ink-stained fingers hooked over the backrest of her chair. “My, I thought that you had wanted to get straight to planning your wedding~?” That bit of playfulness is not even slightly appreciated. A soft sigh accompanies a shift in this sociable noblewoman’s expression, her tone becoming far more serious as she gets straight to the point. “I would like to construct one such gateway near to your own home. So that you – all of you – may have access to Svaneti, Raseyne, and wherever else the Bridge may reach in the future, whenever you wish.”

Krvavy’s carnivorous teeth catch the inside of her cheek, lightly chewing that soft flesh.

Were she less charitable, were she as hostile as Thea, then Krvavy would call that a deal with the devil. It is tempting. Incredibly so. Currently, a simple shopping trip sees her gone and away from her girls for weeks on end. But this would fix that. It would turn what is now an arduous journey into a small outing that can be done in a single day, in a couple hours.

Not to mention that Thea will be able to visit her family whenever she wants. And Adeline’s family will be closer as well, a short trip from Svaneti rather than the roughly weeklong hike from their home that it would otherwise be. Perhaps Inanna could even reconnect with her mother, if one of these portals could ever be built in or near that Dwarven Hold? Beryl’s parents and siblings wouldn’t be so out of reach either...

It is just... the isolation of her home provides a lot of security, and losing that... is terrifying.

Sure, some random person couldn’t just walk through one portal and exit into their living room. Rina did a good job at reassuring that fear with her practical demonstration. But the same cannot be said for the Countess herself. Her sneaking Shadows could ‘visit’ whenever they like...

“Hmph!” Thea’s haughty huff draws the Drakling from her thoughts. “That would make... what you wished to spend your Favour on... less immediately useful, yes?” The noble girl isn’t so much as asking a question as she is pointing out a fact. “Fine...”

Krvavy blinks, watching as her first fiancée’s attention turns to something in the air that she herself cannot see, a bit of a blush slowly colouring that brat’s cheeks. So this is why Thea didn’t immediately copy one of Krvavy’s current traits... The girl was waiting to see if she could get an Inventory of her own... But then... “Wait...!”

“Too late.” Thea flippantly replies, waving a hand towards her Draconic fiancée. “As little as I trust this scheming succubus, the convenience of that treacherous doorway of darkness is too great. The others would say the same. And!” The sheer force behind that single word stops Krvavy from speaking. A slight scowl plays at Thea’s kissable lips, her hand reaching up to pluck the currently silver rimmed glasses off her face. “If you are going to rightfully worry... then do not put this portal directly in our home. It can be a fair walk away. That will still be an improvement compared to what we must endure now.”

A slightly metallic taste fills Krvavy’s mouth. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “We’ll need to discuss this. Properly.” Whether she is speaking to her girls, herself, or even the Countess isn’t quite certain. Not to Krvavy, at least.

“No problem.” Rina reassures once more, her voice patient and not at all pushy. “Take your time, you need not decide on this now. And, even if you were to turn it down, the offer will remain ope...n...”

That the Countess suddenly trailed off is a little concerning. Krvavy opens her eyes. And immediately sighs.

“What?!” Thea indignantly huffs, pausing partway through the process of peeling off her ridiculously tight dress, stocking clad thighs half revealed. “We have complete privacy here! And if your puppy can strip down, then so shall I!” The bratty blonde raises her chin, trying to act as if her face isn’t burning a deep crimson. “Ngh...!” The clinging skirt of her dress bunches up just below her hips, just below the swell of her ass. “Ugh! Do not just stand there and watch, all slack-jawed as you are!”

“Eheheh~...!” Khalia’s softly cackled laughter grows louder and more intense as her Mate helps to drag that dress up and up and up some more. “HaheahahAHAHA~!”

Adeline jumps just a little as that howling hyena drops down onto the seat beside her own, a bestial arm covered in beige-brown fur getting slung around her slim shoulders hardly a second later. If her fellow fiancée’s assisted strip show wasn’t enough to make this little bunny-mouse blush... more than she already is... then the strong, furred fingers slipping beneath the hem of her suspiciously lingerie-like dress would do just that.

It doesn’t take long for the adorable Halfling’s big, hazel-brown eyes go hazy and half-lidded. Each breath she takes seems a bit more laboured than the last, her nearly flat chest rising and falling at an unsteady pace as her wondrously thick thigh is kneaded like dough, aggressively squished and massaged.

Apparently, this wild Were-Beast is feeling quite gropey today. Her other paw-like hand palms one of her plump and puffy nipples, pressing flat the swollen peak to that faintly freckled mountain, treating that tit of hers like a mere stress toy to squeeze. “HAHHAHA~!”

That loud, cackling laughter reaches a point where it begins to border on being obnoxious.

“Sh-shut up!” The brat’s slightly stammered shout isn’t the most audible, mildly muffled by the clingy dress currently covering her face. Thea squirms, her beautiful – and utterly bare – boobs jiggling a bit as she finally slips free from the single article of clothing that she wore... beyond her stockings and heels. The latter of which are quickly kicked aside, one after the other.

“Hhh!” Krvavy sucks in a sharp breath as that noble girl’s dainty fingers immediately get to work on loosening her too tight pants, tugging the front of them down just enough to free her steadily swelling shaft and heavy sack. Compared to that hard work, it takes no effort at all for her tits to be popped free from her top.

“There!” Thea snatches her glasses back up from where she placed them on the table. A table covered in plates, cutlery, and food. “Now sit down! We are supposed to be eating right now!”

The reminder that there is an entire feast sitting in front of them is enough to snap Khalia out of her molesting mood. Well, partially. Enough to get that Were-Beast to stop groping herself. It isn’t like she ever really bothers to cut her own food, so her other hand can stay where it belongs, on Adeline’s thigh.

Rina softly shakes her head, appreciative gaze peeling away from the gaudy, glowing mark which rests just above Thea’s cute little heart-shaped bush. “Yes,” with help from a few Spectral Hands, she takes her seat. “It would be a shame for this meal to go to waste.”

A rosy hue colours Krvavy’s cheeks, her meaty tail slipping through a slot beneath the backrest of her chair. It is a bit of a tight fit, the armrests pressing into her toned thighs, but –

Thea grabs onto the Drakling’s lower left horn, using that as a handle to climb into Krvavy’s lap. The fingers of her other hand take hold of her Draconic lover’s dick, grasping it just beneath the flared crown of its cockhead. With practiced ease, she lines that oversized shaft up with her sopping slit, and sits down on it. “Mhhhgh~...!” The brat blissfully groans, her soft belly bulging as she sheathes her lover’s oversized sword deep inside of her, its tip pressing right into the entrance to her womb.

Surprise fills the Countess’ face, amethyst eyes going wide as she stares straight at that distended outline, clearly not having expected this lewd girl – Eromancer or not – to have been capable of taking Krvavy’s entire cock. Or at least as much of its length as is possible in this position, that brat’s butt squished into the barbarian’s lap and abs like.

“Hhnnnnghhmmh~...!” But despite that... the lewdest moan in the room comes from Khalia, her teeth and tusks sinking into a slab of meat intersected with a big t-shaped bone, succulent fat dripping down her chin.

Krvavy’s jaw clenches, pale lips pressing into a thin line as she shoots her silver-blonde brat a slightly dirty look. Not that the girl sees it. Biting back a pleasured sigh, the barbarian accepts her fate. The ‘damage’ has been done, so she may as well serve as her first fiancée’s seat... She scoots her chair just a little further forward and –

“Mghk~!” Thea’s spine straightens as her noticeably bulged belly presses into the edge of this table, her defenceless womb all but being squished up against the tip of her Draconic lover’s dick.

“I...” Rina delicately grabs a knife and fork, cutting into a braised... carrot, by the look of it. “I heard that your armour received a fair bit of damage while fighting the Duke, Krvavy.”

The barbarian blinks once more, that attempt at a casual conversation feeling slightly disorientating with her dick sheathed inside of Thea’s shuddering slit. “Uh... yeah, it did. The breastplate got carved open.” A little more of a blush colours her cheeks as those amethyst eyes drop down to the scar on her chest, peering past Thea as that brat bends forwards, shakily pulling a plate closer. “The rerebrace... left arm... got a bit banged up too.”

“Mh. I can have those mended and remade for you.” Rina returns, growing more comfortable and casual with each passing second... despite the quite carnal scene in front of her. “That whole kit was meant as a gift, so it is only right I make sure it remains in good condition.”

In complete contrast to the Countess, Krvavy is finding it increasingly difficult to focus on this conversation. “I... Sure, thanks...” Thea may not be moving all that much in her lap, but that brat’s cunt is still clinging around her cock, velvety folds squeezing and massaging and all but kneading her inhumanly long length.

“Her other shirt~...” Arousal underlines Thea’s fairly composed, if a little breathless, voice. “The one with sle-eehves~...!” Every word that passes through her kissable lips also reverberates through her body, rumbling through the swollen shaft sheathed inside of her. Which, naturally, causes that colossal cock to throb, its tip grinding into the entrance to her womb. “It got cut open~... earlier~...”

Rina doesn’t seem to mind that incredibly unsubtle attempt at getting more free clothes. The fact that it is only a single shirt probably helps. “My, Krvavy~. You do not take the best care of what you wear, do you~?”

A piece of meat skewered at the tip of a fork is lifted up to Krvavy’ mouth, bitten in half, chewed, and then swallowed down. This food tastes great, but... she isn’t really focused on that. She isn’t even sure what kind of meat this is, so distracted as she is by the subtle tensing, slight twitching, and soft shuddering of her first fiancée...

“I presume that you will all be visiting Adeline’s family once you are done here in Svaneti?” The Countess casually comments, correctly guessing why the rather protective Drakling brought her Halfling along on this dangerous trip in the first place. “Do you know when you would be heading off?”

A look of what can only be described as pure dread fills Adeline’s round face as she realizes that, of those present, she is really the only one capable of answering that question. Krvavy and Thea are both a bit busy right now, their attention split between eating their food and staving off their shared bliss, and Khalia... is Khalia. Even if she weren’t stuffing her face with prime cuts of meat, that Were-Beast isn’t exactly much of a talker.

“Y-yes...!” The bunny-mouse bravely stammers, swallowing her anxious nerves with an audible gulp. “W-we’ll be leav-leaving... t-tomorrow...?” Her big, hazel-brown eyes turn towards her Draconic fiancée, as if looking for confirmation on her claim... despite knowing full well how hopeless that is.

This elegant Hells-Cursed half-Elf slowly nods. Her vibrant pink cheeks are a little more red than usual, but other than that it is almost as if there isn’t anything lewd happening in front of her. “Will the visit be a long one?”

The very thought of that fills Adeline with panic. “N-n-no!” She quickly shakes her head, floppy bunny ears slapping into Khalia’s clingy arm... and exposed tit. Which hardly bothers the Were-Beast.

Rina raises a single eyebrow at that reaction. Only to blink a second later, a knowing smile playing at her painted lips. “Nervous to be finally introducing Krvavy to your parents~?”

Adeline pointedly looks towards the terrifying(ly uncivilized) Were-Beast sitting so close to her right, then at the haughty (and slutty) brat to her left, before shrugging in a way that just screams ‘maybe’.

“I am sure it will go alright. She can be quite charming, despite appearances~.” Rina playfully reassures, amethyst eyes glimmering with amusement. “But if the trip will just be a brief one, perhaps I could make the journey a bit easier and more comfortable by offering all of you ride over there? My Shadow will need to accompany you all back home, if Krvavy were to take my offer to build her a gateway into my Bridge of Shadows, so starting that journey together only makes sense. And on that note... It may not be the most strategic of locations, but we could also construct a gateway in –?”

“N-no thanks!” Adeline quickly turns down that kind offer, clearly rather nervous about her family having such easy access to her new, and quite lewd, home.

The delicate fingers of this rather demonic looking noblewoman curl around the stem of her wineglass. With practiced grace she brings that crystal chalice up to her painted lips, taking a sip of the near golden liquid within. “Wel–”

Again, the Countess is cut off. Not by the stuttering bunny-mouse this time, but by the barbarian.

“Ngh~...!” Krvavy grunts, biting down on her fork with enough force for that metal thing to bend. Pleasure pulses through her prodigious prick, clawed toes curling as the perfectly pliant pussy that her sizable shaft is so snugly sheathed inside suddenly tightens even further, squeezing down around her with an almost unbelievable strength.

For a second, silence hangs overhead. The three women who make up this impromptu audience – two clothed and one utterly nude – watch on with a mingled mixture of appreciation, awe, and arousal.

“Yeesshh~...!” Thea smugly cheers, fingers clenching into fists as she grips her utensils tight. This exhibitionistic brat lifts her chin high, bare breasts puffed out as she rolls her hips front to back and side to side, all but dancing atop her fiancée’s Draconic dick. “Yeehsshhh~!” Even the slightest movement that she makes sees the entrance to this needy noble girl’s womb so closely kiss Krvavy’s throbbing cockhead, that intimate and vulnerable barrier of hers swallowing the drooling slit at its very tip. “Fiiihll mheee~!”

Tingling static washes over the barbarian’s very being, breath catching in her throat as rolling waves of speckling white surge into her vision. Her heavy sack clenches close to her body, those weighty orbs squished between her and Thea’s thighs.

Krvavy’s mind goes blank, a bolt of intense bliss briefly wiping all thoughts from her head. Heat, intense and needy, shoots through her swollen shaft, spurt after spurt of sticky seed stuffed straight into the womb of her wonderfully wanton wife-to-be. The clatter of a silvery fork sent tumbling to the ground goes ignored, a long and inhuman tongue lolling past her pale, parted lips.

Sweet juices soak into lacy stockings and tight pants alike, those lewd liquids gushing from this greedy and gluttonous girl’s overfull fuckhole in a seemingly endless stream, if one that waxes and wanes as her pleasure is pushed from peak to peak.

Yet despite how ridiculously wet she is, despite how much and how violently she is leaking... Thea does not spill even a drop of her Dragon’s entire load.

Rope upon rope of thick and creamy cum is crammed into her covetous cunt, into her more than willing womb, the sheer amount of which causes this bratty blonde’s soft belly to bulge out, bit by bit.

Not by much. But enough to be noticeable to the three women so closely watching this lewd and loving show. Neither the table’s edge nor the black-scaled hand resting atop a certain heart-shaped mark, fingertips lazily circling a twitching little clit, are enough to block off that beautiful but subtle sight.

“Hhhheennngghsshhh~...!” Quivering tremors, aftershocks of intense ecstasy, wrack through the silver-blonde brat’s body for minutes on end. Her shuddering muscles go slack, shoulders slumping and head thumping back into the pleasant pillows that are her barbaric lover’s breasts.

The chair that these two lovers are seated upon creaks as Krvavy leans into its backrest. Her heartbeat echoes through her ears, each breath hot and heavy.

With hardly a thought, her other hand finds itself trailing up a trembling thigh, passing by weakly wiggling hips and ascending over that slightly swollen stomach. The tip of her tongue licks tears of euphoric joy from Thea’s flushed cheek. Her strong fingers find their mark, sinking into yielding titflesh as she shamelessly palms a perfectly sized and perfectly shaped boob, massaging it with as much tender love as she can muster in this near-mindless state.

“My~...” Arousal underlines that single word, low and husky. “It has gotten quite hot in here~...” Amethyst iris’ glow within a sea of black sclera as a delicate hand is so elegantly raised.

The mana-fed lamps scattered throughout this room dim, as does the fireplace. Shadows flicker and dance, rising around Rina like a twilight tide. A shroud of impenetrable black seeps into the layered fabric of her regal dress.

Without warning, this Hells-Cursed Countess snaps her fingers together.

In an instant, the flames contained within that fireplace flare back to life, roaring and raging with violent intensity. That warm and intimate light banishes the darkness that had surrounded Rina, those obscuring shadows sent away... alongside her clothes, leaving that noblewoman in nothing but her lacy fingerless gloves, her stockings, and her jewellery.

“There~...” A soft, satisfied sigh passes through the Countess’ painted lips. “That is much better~.” Her piercing gaze turns towards the tiniest girl at this table, the only one in who is still wearing clothes... even if the skimpy dress of that adorable Halfling has been hiked up by the paw-like hand lingering between those tremendously thick thighs. “Would you not agree, Adeli–~?”

“Eeeeeiiieep!” The heavily blushing bunny-mouse jumps in place, tossing down her silvery spoon and sending some finely diced vegetables flying off her plate. If not for the Were-Beast’s molesting mood, furred fingers each nearly as wide as her wrist lazily rubbing at her swollen slit, then she may well have fallen off her pillow-padded seat right then and there.

“My, you are quite skittish~.” Four moon-like pearl earrings quietly jingle away as the Countess stifles a soft laugh, delicate hand held up to her painted lips. “Apologies for startling you.” Compassion fills those words, if not a lot of remorse. “I was merely wondering if you wished to stay dressed, or if you would rather join the rest of us in baring our bodies~? I presume that such a naked state has become the norm around your home, but if you are more comfortable as you are...”

Adeline takes a long and deep breath, shaking quite intensely all the while. “I-I-I...” The scare of suddenly being addressed has left her unable to speak, but it hasn’t stopped her trembling hands from grabbing at her ill fitting outfit, loosening what few laces it has and –

“Yes~!” With a bit too much excitement, Khalia thumps her cup down onto the table – partially spilling its contents in the process – and spins towards that bottom-heavy blonde. “Little bunbun~! Little meat~! Naked, now~!”

Those loud, howling words draw the two joined lovers from their shared euphoric daze.

“Ugh...!” Thea grimaces and groans, annoyance overpowering pleasure as she is made to helplessly watch those filthy, paw-like hands spread grease and sauce all over Adeline’s lingerie looking dress. “Disgusting dog! At least wi-iiipe~!” Her raised voice and her slight squirming coaxes another intense throb from the still-stiff shaft she is sitting atop. “Wipe your hands first! Hmph~!” Knowing that her demands are going to go unheeded, Thea is left with no choice but to make use of her magic, waving her unsteady arm through the air.

A glimmering light washes over Were-Beast, bunny-mouse, and that quickly discarded dress, cleaning up the slight mess that had been made. Likewise, the deluge of lewd liquids puddling between the Drakling’s digitigrade feet, and soaking into the legs leading down there, disappears as well.

“Hhh~...!” Krvavy sucks in a sharp breath, the bratty cocksleeve sitting in her lap clenching tight around her length as a consequence of casting Climactic Cleansing. That may be the least perverse of Thea’s spells, but it is still under the umbrella of Eromancy.

“Oh, I see that the two of you are present once more~.” A teasing glint dances across those amethyst eyes, which look all the more vibrant surrounded by darkness as they are. “Did you enjoy –~?”

“Sh-shut uhp~!” Thea shakily orders, arms crossing beneath her bare breasts as she slowly straightens back up. That she still looks so dishevelled, glasses askew and braids slightly loose, doesn’t help her look composed. But that hardly bothers the brat. “Stop distracti-ihng us from the only reason we c-came here: my wedding! The one you promised to pa-ahyy for~! And you are~! Hnh~! Are not weaseling out of that~!”

“I would never dare to do such a thing~.” The Countess solemnly states, her lips curled into a warm smile. “So if you wish to finally get to business...” Hands of purple light appear near the edge of the room, hefting a few worryingly thick stacks of paper – along with some quills and an ample amount of ink – into the air, quickly carrying them over. “Then let us waste not a second more.”