Hanging Around Home

Krvavy is getting used to entering and exiting the IVR again. It is still a bit uncomfortable, but she’ll take a slight throbbing pain over the splitting headaches that it gave her before.

Leanna’s body is still incredibly sore after exiting out, but that comes from sitting still in an uncomfortable seat for hours at a time. Nothing she can really do about that. And it isn’t even that bad, as she is used to her back feeling like shit.

Besides, she just exits out to have a meal or go to sleep, so it isn’t like she is sore for very long. If she somehow found the time to play before work, well, that would be a different story.

But that isn’t something she has to worry about today.

She has the day off, after all.

That means she gets to play through a few weeks before having to deal with whatever bullshit work throws at her.

Smiling to herself, Leanna sits in her IVR device as the headset descends on her.

The first thing that Krvavy feels when she reenters the game is a gentle tongue trailing up her dick. What a wonderful feeling to wake up to.

Lazily opens her eyes to see just who is servicing her, Krvavy is met with a surprising sight.

“Oh, ya finally awake?” Beryl purrs out teasingly, her hands gently holding onto Thea’s hair as the bratty noble licks the length of Krvavy’s cock. “Ah was just helping yer girl here practice pleasing ya!”

Thea’s eyes are filled with a mix of hate and shame as she glares up at Krvavy. But the sight of that just turns Krvavy on even more, causing her cock to twitch against the bratty nobles face. Curling her lip in disgust, Thea closes her eyes and seems to try her best to ignore the barbarian, while still licking along the length of Krvavy’s cock.

“How did you convince her to do this?” Krvavy incredulously asks.

“Ah have my ways~!” Beryl teases, before giving an actual answer. “She doesn’t want ya ta use her, ta take her maidenhood, so she wants ta service ya on her terms. Bit foolish, but kinda cute~! Ya should’a seen how bashful she was~! It’s like she has a crush on ya~!”

Thea’s eyes shoot open, burning with fury. “I DO NOT, YOU HORRID CRONE! I HAVE TO SACRIFICE MY DIGNITY TO MAINTAIN MY PURITY! I HATE THIS VILE BEAST!”

“Sure, sure.” Beryl dismissively says, her hands clenching to forcibly keep Thea from pulling back. The tomboyish elf’s eyes gleam mischievously before she suddenly slams the bratty noble’s face down, pressing it into Krvavy’s heft sack and mostly muffling the hate-filled shouting. “Oh, my dearest love, let me finish ya off~! Then we can spend the day together, like ya promised~!”

Before Krvavy can really react to that, Beryl moves up and wraps her lips around the head of Krvavy’s stiff rod, gently suckling at the tip. One hand leaves Thea’s head to begin stroking the girthy shaft, further adding to the pleasure of the steady vibrations and warmth provided by Thea’s muffled anger.

Krvavy has no idea how long these two had been working her shaft before she woke up, but she is already at the edge and it is only a matter of moments before she unloads into Beryl’s waiting mouth.

The tanned elf audibly gulps down Krvavy’s thick cream, struggling to handle the large load. A few seconds after the last rope of cum fires from Krvavy’s cock, Beryl pulls herself back. Opening her mouth, the elf shows that she still has a fair bit of cum that wasn’t swallowed, before winking playfully.

“Ugh!” Thea groans out as Beryl drags her head up and away from Krvavy’s hefty sack. The bratty noble’s eyes go wide in shock as she sees Beryl’s open mouth full of cum. “You would not dare! Let go of meeahmmph?!”

Thea’s response is muffled as Beryl’s lips press against her own, the tomboyish elf forcibly kissing the bratty noble. Thea is not happy about Beryl sharing the cum with her, but the noble girl is far too weak to push the elf off of her, so she has **** but to let it happen.

Beryl suddenly pulls back and grabs Thea’s face, forcing her mouth shut and pinching her nose closed. Thea stares hatefully, before begrudgingly swallowing the mouthful of thick cream Beryl **** on her. “Good girl~! Oh, what a good girl~!” The elf coos out as she lets Thea breath again, releasing her grip on the bratty girl.

“Guh!” Thea makes an annoyed noise as she falls back, coughing out and gagging dramatically. “Y-you! Harlot!”

The tanned tomboyish elf pats Thea on the head before using a finger to gently wipe some cum off the bratty nobles chin, bringing it up to her own mouth.

“Oh, dearest love~! Ya really have such a wonderful girl here~!” Beryl coos out. “She needs some work, but Ah can see her serving ya wonderfully~! But ya must be so hungry after all o’ tha’! So come on, Ah’ll get ya some breakfast!”

“So this is your garden?”

“Aye, it will be.” Beryl responds.

The two of them are standing beside a patch of rich dirt with little green stems sprouting up. Krvavy had expected the elf to choose a spot down near the lake, but Beryl had instead decided to start her garden along the stream of drinking water that falls down from Krvavy’s respawn point. Well, in a way it is near the lake, just kind of above it on a raised cliff to the right of the switchback path.

“What are you growing?” Krvavy asks her elf, who is more than happy to answer.

“At the moment, just a few herbs and vegetables.” Beryl replies. “Ah’d also like ta plant some berry bushes around yer grotto, and introduce a few trees, if tha’ is alright wit’ ya?”

“Of course, you basically have free reign down here. This grotto is as much yours as it is mine.”

Beryl beams, happily hugging onto Krvavy’s strong body. “Oh, my dearest love~! Ya spoil me~! Ah’ll make it all as beautiful as Ah can fer ya~!”

Krvavy smiles back as she ruffles the tomboyish elf’s hair. “So what would you like me to do? This is your day, after all.”

The tanned wood elf blushes lightly, shaking her head lightly. “Ah’d like ta add a few more plots around here. It’ll be good ta ‘ave more food fer ya girls. Here, take this hoe tha’ Ah made.”

She then picks up a long wooden tool from the ground, which looks like it had been grown from a tree, before handing it to Krvavy. Guess it is time to do some garden work.

“Ya’re so strong~! Even wit’ my magic it would’a taken me days ta do all tha’!” Beryl coos out as she kneads Krvavy’s shoulders.

After a couple hours of digging in dirt, the two of them decided to clean up and take some time to relax in the hot spring.

“You still did a whole lot more than me though. I didn’t really do much beyond tearing up the ground.” Krvavy responds with a bit of a shrug.

“Aye, but tha’ is hard work fer me. Ah couldn’t have done all tha’ so quickly like ya did!” Beryl earnestly replies.

Krvavy knows that the elf will keep complimenting and flattering her if this goes on, so she shakes her head and changes the topic. “You said something about hunting earlier?”

“Hmm? Oh, aye, Ah did.” The elf idly states. “Ah was thinkin’ about how ya use rocks and, well, if it works fer ya it works fer ya. But Ah had an idea on how ta make ya hunting a bit more... effective. At least fer bigger prey. If ya’d like ta hear it.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Krvavy quickly replies.

“Well... ‘ave ya tried using spears, or javelins, ta hunt instead?” Beryl carefully asks. “We can try makin’ some together. Ya can shape stone fer the heads, and Ah can shape wood fer the shafts.”

That... is actually a great idea. “Yeah, we can do that. After we have lunch though, as I’m getting a bit hungry.”

Beryl presses herself up against Krvavy’s back, making a happy humming noise as she does so. “Yer not too hungry now, are ya? Can’t we stay here and relax together a bit longer?”

Krvavy chuckles lightly at that. “Sure.”

“You know four types of magic, huh?”

The two of them just finished off some nice bowls of stew, leaving the ever-pouting Thea alone up in the living area as they head on back down into the grotto. At least that bratty noble girl seems to have accepted her role as Khalia’s caretaker, even if she only begrudgingly feeds the Orc.

“Ach, not truly.” Beryl responds.

As they walk down through the cave, Krvavy has decided to subtly question her elf a bit. She wants to know more about this world, or really the system that governs it. One of her traits for being a player character is to have maxed affinity for everything, and that is obviously pretty powerful, but she doesn’t know just how powerful it is. Some games put heavy limits on how much a character can do, at least skill wise, and others don’t. She doesn’t know what category this game falls into.

“What do you mean?”

“Ach, well, ya know. Affinities and all.” Beryl replies with a shrug.

That doesn’t really help. But maybe Krvavy can work with it?

“I’m not sure if I do,” Krvavy begins, “at least not the same as you do. You are an elf, all wise and stuff. Your people probably understand all that better than mine do. So, why don’t you explain it to me?”

“Oh, sorry. Ah didn’t think o’ tha’.” The tanned elf sheepishly admits. “Affinities... They are, well, the rate tha’ ya learn things. Everyone has different affinities, though bloodlines and races do tend ta share some similarities amongst them. Ya wit’ me?”

“Yes.” Krvavy quickly responds. That little bit of info is more or less what she had already assumed.

Beryl nods once before continuing. “As ya level up a skill yer affinity fer it will decrease, get worse, so it’ll take longer ta level it up again. But tha’ isn’t all, as learning other skills will decrease the affinity fer the ones ya already know. Think of it all as a... a sponge. There is only so much wa’er it can hold, and the wetter it is the less wa’er it’ll pick up. Sorry if tha’ isn’t the best example. Ah don’t really know how ta explain it.”

“No, that’s alright. I think I get what you are trying to say.” And if Krvavy understands Beryl correctly, her Divine Potential is... really overpowered. Being able to learn so many different things without kneecapping her other skills is good enough, but this ensures that she will keep levelling up, keep getting stronger.

“Good. Ah’ve never been the best at explainin’ things or teachin’ people.” Beryl admits with a shrug. “But then fer magic... Well, all o’ tha’ is even more noticeable. Yer lineage and race matters a whole lot more fer magical skills. Fer example, a Wood Elf like myself is almost guaranteed ta have miserable affinities fer things like Fire Magic, but we ‘ave a much higher chance at ‘aving high affinities fer Nature Magic.”

That sounds like some sort of balancing thing to Krvavy, though more for the world building then game-play, considering that it doesn’t effect her, the player, and all. It does make Divine Potential even more overpowered though, especially for mage builds...

“Tha’ isn’t all though,” the tomboyish elf continues, “as learning one school o’ magic really knocks down ya affinities fer all the others. And tha’ only gets worse the more schools ya know. Because o’ tha’ most people who ‘ave it in them to learn magic can only progress in two o’ them.”

“But you know four.” Krvavy points out.

“Ach, it isn’t tha’ simple.” Beryl replies with a shake of her head. “There is... a fair bit o’ bleed over between the schools. Ah only truly have an affinity fer Nature and Beast Magics, but both o’ those are intertwined with Earth, Wind, and Wa’er. So my capability with those three schools is limited ta what is close ta where my true affinities lie.”

Beryl stretches her arms above her head, drawing Krvavy’s attention to her pert breasts. The elf has really taken to the nudist life, it would seem, as she has no issue walking around like this and almost seems more comfortable without her clothes. Krvavy doesn’t know if the elf is doing that for her own pleasure, or if she is trying to arouse Krvavy. Either way, it is honestly pretty hot.

“Fer Earth Magic,” the tomboyish elf continues on, snapping Krvavy’s eyes away from her lithe body, “my affinity is limited ta soil, what the plants live upon, and is rather low... Less than ten percent, last Ah checked. It ‘as been a few decades since it ‘as last levelled up. My affinity fer it started at around forty percent, if ya’re wondering.”

“Is that normal?” Krvavy asks, as that affinity seems really low. Especially her current affinity, as Beryl is only level thirteen in Earth Magic, so it went down really fast.

Beryl takes a moment to think before answering. “In a way? Most people don’t bother with skills if their affinity fer it is too low, as it is a lot o’ work without much reward. But Ah felt that being able ta make the soil better fer whatever is grown in them would be worth it. Ah was born ta a pair o’ farmers, don’t forget.”

That does make sense to Krvavy. If she started doing something and was given definitive evidence that she would never be good at it, no matter how hard she tries, then she’d just give up. Kind of depressing to think of it that way, but in a way it is like ripping off a bandage: get the pain over with quickly and not looking back with regret for wasting so many years trying only to fail.

Krvavy shakes her head lightly as she puts those thoughts behind her. “Well, what about the rest?” She asks. “You mentioned water magic, but you don’t have a skill for it.”

“Aye, my affinity fer it must be miserably low. Ah can do a bit o’ Water Magic, just ta make a small amount clean and safe ta drink, but tha’ isn’t enough ta get a skill.” Beryl answers with a shrug. “It’s an annoying thing, isn’t it? Only being able to really know yer affinity once ya get the skill. At least ya know it is low if it takes ya ages ta get the skill in the first place, but it’d still be nice knowing before.”

“Yeah,” Krvavy easily agrees, “but I guess this way you have to try new things. If everyone already knew what they would be good at, then that is all they would do.”

“Oh, my dearest love~!” Beryl laughs out, gently slapping Krvavy’s arm. “Tha’ is what my Ma always told me when Ah complained as a kid! Almost word fer word!”

“Well, guess I am as wise as an elf then.” Krvavy playfully returns, smiling down at her tomboyish elf.

“Ah wouldn’t call my Ma wise, but if ya say so~!” Beryl teases, before clearing her throat and getting back on topic. “Anyway, my affinity fer Wind Magic is much the same as fer Earth, just not quite as low. But as Ah said, Nature and Beast Magics is where my magical talents lie. They both started off around ninety percent and are still pretty high, with Nature being around eighty and Beast being in the sixties.”

The tanned wood elf sighs out, suddenly sounding a bit sad. “Ah really don’t use them as much as Ah should be... Ah’m just letting all tha’ talent go ta waste...” She shakes her head and looks up to Krvavy, briefly locking eyes with the bigger barbarian. “Ah was a bit of a prodigy when Ah was younger, but... Well, ya know how life is. It takes ya places tha’ ya don’t expect it ta.”

The sudden somber mood causes the conversation to die down, as Beryl reminisces and Krvavy gives her some quiet to do so. She doesn’t know for certain what her elf is thinking about, but she would be willing to bet that it at least relates to how Beryl lost the love of her life to slavers, and how she had to kill said love to put her out of her misery.

So Krvavy will give her some peace and quiet to sort through those thoughts. No point in ruining Beryl’s day by being insensitive. Even if the elf wouldn't really mind.