Heading Out On A 'Big' Adventure

“You are disgusting.” Thea firmly states, her arms crossed over the blankets that she has wrapped herself in.

“How so?” Beryl absentmindedly replies, sitting on her knees completely naked.

“How so?! Knife-eared crone! You are trying to... to milk that beasts manhood into your stew!” Thea calls out, having almost immediately lost her patience.

“Aye, and how is tha’ disgustin’?” Beryl questions, one hand purposefully stroking Krvavy’s cock while the other holds her bowl at the tip of the barbarians length.

Krvavy had used Sculpt Stone to make a stool to sit on so that the elf’ work wasn’t too hard for her, as Beryl insisted on doing this.

“If it comes from my dearest love then it can’t be disgustin’.” The elf continues. “This thick and virile seed of hers is rich and creamy. It’d be great in this stew! Besides, ya gave me this idea.”

“I was warning you of what this monster made me do! What made your senile mind think it was a good idea!? To willingly take that vile s-stuff into you!?” The bratty noble indignantly whines.

The wood elf’s eyes pull away from Krvavy’s stiff rod, glaring critically at Thea. “Ya should be thankful tha’ she deigned ta even grace ya with her seed! Ta waste this precious cream on one as irreverent as ya! Just look at ‘er! This beautiful dragon! She is prime breeding stock! The perfect stud! Every load she wastes on ya could’a been the strongest, healthiest, and best child this world’ll ever see!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU EATING IT!?” Thea shouts out in frustration. “Senile crone! It is disgusting either way, but that makes even less sense! You are insane!”

Krvavy lightly moans at the elf’s ministrations, drawing Beryl’s attention back to the barbarian’s cock. “My dearest love doesn’t want children. Not yet.” She offhandedly replies. “That is ‘er choice, and Ah’ll respect it. But Ah don’t want her seed ta just go ta waste. No, Ah’ll show it proper respect, savourin’ it as much as Ah can.”

Thea’s response dies on her lips as Krvavy grunts out and unloads into Beryl’s bowl. The bratty noble gives up with an annoyed groan, obviously tired of arguing with the fanatically in love elf.

Krvavy ruffles Beryl’s short hair as the elf’s nimble hands caress every last drop of thick cream from her. She does find it a little odd that the elf is holding her cum in such high regard, almost worshipping it. How much of that is from the collar, and how much is from Beryl herself? The elf did say that her kind don’t breed easily, so could it be some cultural thing of not wanting any waste? If so, then it surely must have been heavily exaggerated by the collars influence.

Pushing those idle thoughts aside, Krvavy addresses the elf who is eagerly eating her freshly seasoned stew. “I’d like you to watch over this place, okay? Keep these two safe.”

“Aye, Ah’ll do that. This is yer home and these are yer girls. Ya needn’t even ask me ta protect them.” Beryl seriously states, placing her spoonful of stew down in the bowl. “But why are ya asking such an obvious thing o’ me?”

“Well... I like going outside and wandering around, enjoying the outdoors and getting a lay of the land as well. But I can’t exactly go out very far if I have to worry about these two.” Krvavy explains.

“Oh, Ah understand.” The elf nods her head. “Ya want me ta be a bodyguard o’ sorts fer them, right?”

“Kind of?” Krvavy shrugs out. “You’d probably have to cook for them too, as I don’t think Thea knows how to. Its just... I don’t want to have to rush back home every night. It would be nice to be able to spend a few days out there if I want.”

“So Ah’d be more o’ a caretaker then? Tha’ shouldn’t be a problem. Ah can be a little housewife fer ya~!” Beryl playfully teases, before getting a bit more serious. “But would these outin’s be somethin’ ya plan in advance? Not just ya being outside and decidin’ not ta come home tha’ night? And when do ya plan on doin’ tha’?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tell you if I’m planning on staying out overnight.” Krvavy reassures her elf. “As for when... well that’d be today.”

Beryl is visibly distraught at that last bit. “Today!?” She laments. “But Ah’ve barely spent any time wit’ ya!”

Krvavy sighs out. That reaction is part of the reason why she wants to head out for a while. She needs some time to herself. Her home here is beginning to get a bit stressful, and it is completely Krvavy’s fault. She keeps worrying about her Orc, Khalia, and if she will ever wake up. Dealing with Thea can be entertaining, but it can also be rather draining, especially if the girl is on the edge of having a mental breakdown.

And now there is Beryl. The elf has a lot of energy, and Krvavy feels terrible for having enslaved her. If this game had save files, she would consider going back and freeing the elf instead. At least to see what Beryl is actually like. If she honestly seemed depressed or talked to Krvavy in the same tone she uses with Thea, then Krvavy would feel better about claiming her. But that isn’t an option, and Krvavy has to live with the consequences of her actions.

Besides, she has enough time to play through a few more days before she has to exit out and go to sleep. She would rather spend that time exploring around and enjoying nature. But still, hooray for getting a day off, as Leanna can stay up a little later without hating herself and get back to the game soon after waking up. She’ll probably be more up for socializing and dealing with her girls when her mind is well-rested.

“Yeah, today.” Krvavy tells her elf.

“How long will ya be gone fer?!” Beryl worriedly asks.

“Hmm... I want to see how far out I can make it in a day,” Krvavy begins, “then I think I’ll turn around and start heading back around midday... So it’ll probably take me three days.”

“Three days!? Ya will be gone and Ah won’t see ya fer three full days!?”

The fact that Beryl is getting so upset over this makes Krvavy feel a little guilty. But it also makes her feel even more certain that she has to go out. Not just to get time for herself, but to get Beryl used to being apart from her. The elf can’t stay by Krvavy’s side 24/7, and she can’t act like this every time Krvavy steps away from her.

“No. You just won't see me tomorrow.” Krvavy tries reassuring her anxious elf. “You’re seeing me right now, and you’ll see me when I get back in two days. I’ll try to get back in the evening, alright?

“But we ‘aven’t even had...!” The wood elf protests, leaving that hanging in the air before quickly deciding to change tactics. “Yer girl, Theadosia, told me tha’ ya get all antsy and lose control if ya don’t get regular relief, so I’ll come wit’ ya ta help tha’!”

“No.” Krvavy firmly states, narrowing her eyes at the stubborn elf.

“But ya’ll lose yer mind!” Beryl worriedly cries out, laying her hands on Krvavy’s legs in supplication.

“I will be fine.” Krvavy forcibly tells the love-struck elf, before sighing out. “I’ve gone longer than that without ‘getting relief’ so don’t worry. I’ll be fine, especially without any temptations around me. And look at the bright side: if I’m all pent up when I get come home, then I will want to completely and utterly ravish you.”

That does seem to reassure the tomboyish wood elf a little bit, as she visibly relaxes, but she doesn’t give up just yet. “But what about the deer that ya brought back? If ya just wait a few day ya’ll have some dried meat ta bring wit’ ya, ta keep ya from going hungry!”

Krvavy shakes her head, rejecting the idea. “I already have some jerky. Should be enough left to last me about three days too.”

Beryl looks up at Krvavy with wide sad eyes, her lips pouting cutely as she continues begging. “Please? Ah just want ta spend more time wit’ ya...”

Leaning forwards, planting a kiss on the elf’s forehead and ruffling her hair, Krvavy declines once more. “It’ll just be a couple days. You can handle that. And when I get back we can spend a few days together, alright? Just take the time to yourself, get to know that cute little brat over there.”

The elf deflates a bit as she begrudgingly accepts what Krvavy is saying. “Can ya at least tell me what direction ya want ta head in? Ah promise that Ah won’t follow, it’s just that Ah might be able ta help ya, tell ya of anything ta look out fer.”

“West, through the forest where I found you.” The barbarian replies. She found the forest to be quite beautiful, and a lot more interesting than the rocky hills surrounding her cave.

Beryl pouts a bit at that, probably thinking that she could easily show Krvavy around the woods that she has been living in for a while. But again, the mind-controlled elf accepts defeat. “There shouldn’t be anythin’ out dangerous fer ya out tha’ way. There’ll be some beasts that’d normally be dangerous, but they’ll smell ya and keep a distance.”

The way that the elf said that feels odd to Krvavy. “What do you mean?”

The elf raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Ya’re dragon-blooded and ‘ave tha’ distinctive dragon scent ta ya. The little beasties know better that ta get close ta anythin’ that smells like dragon.”

“Stop fluffing up her ego!” Thea interjects, unable to stay quiet for any longer. “That monster is just an overgrown lizard, nothing more!”

Beryl looks critically at the bratty noble girl. “Irreverent girl,” she dismissively starts, “whether ya like it or not, my dearest love here is Draconic. Ah know tha’ ya little humans get all indignant at the idea that one o’ the ‘Beast Races’ is undeniably superior ta ya in every way, but ya just have ta accept it.”

The bratty noble girl sneers at that. “You expect me to even consider that savage beast, who does not wear clothes and who lives in a cave, is ‘superior’ in any way? Your mind really must be rotting with age!”

“The mighty Dragons o’ old once ruled this world, ya know. Long before the Elvish Gods even existed. And even longer before ya pitiful humans climbed your way out of the filth and into being.” Beryl derisively explains, talking down to Thea. “My dearest love has the scent of a dragon, so she is descended from them. Tha’ puts her above ya, no contest.”

“Ugh, whatever! Bring up your old myths all you want, crone!” Thea rolls her eyes, completely dismissing Beryl.

“Well, guess I’d better get moving.” Krvavy announces, rising to her feet. She doesn’t have all day to sit around.

“Wait!” Beryl desperately calls out, jumping up and clinging to Krvavy. “Ah have some travel food in my bag tha’ ya can take wit’ ya! And Ah can give ya some tips fer foraging! What ta eat and what no ta!”

“Alright.” Krvavy has no reason to turn her elf down. She needed to head up to the storage area to pick up the jerky anyway, so she doesn’t mind Beryl clinging to her side, frantically talking about various berries.