Making Beryl Pay

“But first...” Beryl’s fingers dance along Krvavy’s jaw before slowly pulling back. “Yer puppy could use some love too, don’t ya think~?”

The barbarian’s lust-filled eyes jerk to the side to where Khalia is still bound. The Orc is visibly distressed, struggling against the vines with the same lack of success as Krvavy. Her eyes are wide open, darting back and forth between the puddle of cum and Krvavy’s stiff throbbing cock.

Beryl fingers suddenly snap together, drawing the Orc’s attention. As the sound rings out, the vines holding Khalia in place loosen and break apart, letting her spring free and lunge towards the barbarian.

But just as the Orc is about to straddle Krvavy’s hips, more vines burst from the ground and wrap around her legs, dragging Khalia to the ground with a squelch, her knees pressing into the cum soaked grass.

“AARWUUAAAAH!” She howls out in despair as the vines securely bind her between the barbarian’s legs. Her hot breath blows against Krvavy’s cock, causing it twitch as the vines caressing it crumble away. The movement abruptly ends the Orc’s despair, as she realizes that the thick meaty pole that she so desperately craves is standing tall right in front of her.

Khalia pounces forwards and presses her face into Krvavy’s slightly sore sack. The green-skinned woman breathes deeply, shivering as she takes in her draconic mate’s musk.

Beryl steps around Krvavy, her hair dripping wet and her toned body glistening in the light. She clearly took the chance to rinse most of the cum off of her, which is both a relief and a disappointment to Krvavy. Seeing her Elf so utterly marked was doing something for the lust-drunk barbarian, but it was also a little gross.

The Wood Elf’s hand trails through Khalia’s hair as the Orc worships Krvavy’s sack, kissing and licking all across the two round orbs. With a soft smile Beryl leans down and grabs onto Khalia’s arms, pulling them up above the Greenskin’s head and directing them towards Krvavy’s unattended shaft.

Khalia’s hands immediately begin to grope, caress, and jerk the barbarian’s length, moving with mindless instinct. The erratic movements on their own provide little pleasure to Krvavy, but the clear enthusiasm of her horny Orc makes up for that.

Whether it is the frantic loving kisses from her Orc or the magical sap that she was **** to drink, the soreness and aching between Krvavy’s legs gradually fades away. But as the pain leaves, she is left with an overwhelming desire and a lust that must be sated.

“Oh~! My dearest love~!” Beryl moans out in joy, eagerly rubbing fingers across her clit. She has taken a seat across and to the side of Krvavy, giving her a perfect view of the service that the barbarian is receiving.

Khalia firmly presses her face into Krvavy’s crotch, taking a very deep breath and not caring for the pre dripping down onto her hair. With a slight whimper she abruptly pulls her head back, staring up at the barbarian with a crazed look in her eyes.

The Orc opens her mouth, reaches her head up, and presses forwards. Wrapping her plump lips around Krvavy’s throbbing tip, Khalia moans out happily as her small tusks gently poke into its underside.

With ravenous desperation she begins to suckle away, drinking down all the pre she can get. Her wide tongue laps at the slit, frantically trying to coax cum from the cockhead. The remains of Krvavy’s last orgasm cause the Orc to shiver in pleasure, but a few drops aren’t enough for her.

Intense pleasure runs through Krvavy, her body tingling at the slightest sensation. Even the cold air dancing across her skin seems to heighten her pleasure. But this just isn’t enough to push her over the edge once more. And Khalia seems to realize that.

“MMUuuhMNN~!” The Orc’s muffled woof vibrates through Krvavy’s shaft as she begins to **** her head down further.

Khalia’s teeth and tusks graze across her draconic mates ridged rod as more and more cockflesh passes through her plump lips, stretched thin around its girth.

The Orc cannot handle the entirety of Krvavy’s length, but the horny hound doesn’t care.

Krvavy’s cock fully fills Khalia’s mouth, causing her to gag and slightly **** as the tip presses against the back of her mouth. She hardly gives herself even a moment to get used to the large intrusion before continuing to press her face forwards.

Khalia’s throat squeezes down all around the barbarian’s rod as she pushes it further and further into the tight tunnel. Each and every moan sends pleasant vibrations through Krvavy’s body, and the **** convulsions only elevate that pleasure.

Before either of their lust-addled minds realize it, Khalia’s nose is squished up against the barbarian’s crotch and her tusks are pressing into the base of the shaft lodged deep down her throat.

The Orc’s watery eyes look up at Krvavy with frenzied love. Her hands paw desperately at the barbarian’s muscled abs as she pleadingly stares past firm pale tits. Her body quivers and shakes ever so slightly as she fights against her instincts and holds herself in place.

The sight of her Orc **** and willingly suffocating herself on Krvavy’s cock is too much for the barbarian. The worry and concern mix with the love and lust she has towards Khalia, and pushes her over the edge just as the Orc’s eyes begin to roll back.

Feeling the first spurt of cum being deposited directly into her stomach revitalizes Khalia, giving her a second wind. Her eyes are filled with nothing but love while her throat convulses and constricts, continuously **** as her face takes on a purple tinge.

Beryl enters the barbarian’s hazy vision, her hand grabbing onto Khalia’s hair as she forcibly begins to drag the Orc back.

But Khalia resists with all of her might, making the process excruciatingly slow and difficult for the Elf.

Krvavy’s cock fills the Greenskin’s throat with cum, and then her mouth, before finally popping free from her plump lips.

Khalia chokes and coughs as thick seed rains down onto her body. Her lips are pressed tightly together and her cheeks bulge out, cum leaking from her nose as she refuses to spill any of this precious reward.

The barbarian’s mind is drowning in ecstatic agony, trapped once more in a heavenly hell of overlapping pleasure. Her clawed fingers dig trenches in the wooden armrests of her seat as she thrashes against the unyielding vines. Right now she wants nothing more than to break free and hilt her lengthy cock inside the nearest hole.

It felt great to be inside Khalia’s throat, but it was over far too quickly. And even then it paled in comparison to the Orc’s eager pussy wrapped around her, to the sensation of battering against a willing womb. Oh, how she has missed that this past week.

Krvavy’s consciousness slowly returns to her, and the sight she sees resurrects her semi-spent cock. Her beautiful Orc is lying down in a puddle of cum, writhing in pleasure and completely cum-drunk. Khalia’s belly is visibly distended, not by a whole lot but it is noticeable as she lies back on the ground, and it sends the barbarian’s lust into overdrive. One day she will breed her Orc, and then she’ll get to see that belly swell with life.

Beryl suddenly re-enters the barbarian’s vision, carrying a freshly filled jug of water. The vine in Krvavy’s mouth immediately begins to leak out more sickening sweet sap, and she bides her time waiting for the water to wash it down, not even attempting to swallow the sap on its own.

With this brief respite comes a flash of lucidity, searing through the haze of lust clouding her mind. Krvavy immediately does what she should have done after coating Beryl in her seed: tone down the amount that she cums. She has no idea what an ideal volume would be, but she definitely has a thing for large cumshots. Just not eight fucking liters per load. That is fun enough for a one-off thing, but she probably would have died if not for Beryl’s magical sap. Though she wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for that Elf...

It’ll take a while, and a fair bit of experimentation, until Krvavy finds an amount that she is satisfied with. But... this clearly magical trait kind of pisses her off. She definitely didn’t have sixteen liters of cum just churning away in her balls. She probably doesn’t even have half that amount of blood in her entire body. So why is she feeling sore if her magic trait can bullshit that obscene amount out of nowhere!? Where does it draw the line!? And why is there even a line!?

The vine abruptly cracks and breaks, snapping Krvavy out of her increasingly angry thoughts as Beryl holds the jug up to her lips, letting the barbarian drink the much needed water.

“Oh, my dearest love~! Ah am in awe~! Ah really am~! Ta think tha’ ya would still be ready and eager after all o’ tha’~!” Beryl lovingly coos out. “Ya really are blessed~! Now, how about we satisfy each others’ lusts~? Ya’d like tha’, woul–”

The Wood Elf’s words are cut off by the tearing pop of vines being torn apart and uprooted. The many long minutes of struggling have finally paid off for Krvavy, her right arm breaking free from its leafy prison.

Krvavy swats at the stone jug, sending it flying to the side where it crashes into the ground, miraculously staying in one piece. Her hand immediately grabs onto the Elf’s throat.

“Never. Do. That. Again!” The cold rage clears Krvavy’s mind enough for her to hiss out that warning.

“Ghhk!” Beryl chokes and nods her head with an apologetic look on her face.

The barbarian narrows her eyes angrily, ignoring the static creeping in at the edge of her vision. She has gotten far too worked up to just leave it at this. The remaining vines begin to loosen, but Krvavy doesn’t have the patience to wait for them to be removed, instead tearing through the rest of her weakened bonds.

With her hand still tightly wrapped around Beryl’s neck, Krvavy rises to her feet. Her gaze quickly lock onto the patch of moss that Beryl is cultivating down here in her garden.

Krvavy drags her unresisting Elf over to the substitute bedding and roughly tosses the tanned woman onto it.

Beryl lands on her hands and knees, bouncing slightly off the springy moss. She barely has the chance to catch her breath before Krvavy is on her, pressing down on her back and squishing her face into the ground.

3.2 Damage dealt to [Beryl]

“Nnhhh~!” Beryl moans out in surprise as the barbarian’s strong hand roughly slaps down onto her ass, fingers digging into her firm flesh. “Yesh–GHHK!”

“This. Is. Not. A. Reward!” Krvavy furiously growls out as she wraps an arm around Beryl’s neck, dragging the Elf into a **** hold. She is squeezing a bit too tightly for it to be pleasurable, but she still has enough presence of mind to not injure the Elf. At least not seriously.

The barbarian’s **** cock clumsily presses against her Elf’s ass, the position making it a bit awkward to line herself up. But it only takes her a couple of tries to find her mark and plunge straight in.

Beryl is incredibly aroused, her insides slick with her sweet juices. But no matter how wet she is, Krvavy’s cock is still too large for her. Barely half of the barbarian’s oversized shaft makes it into the Elf before she slams against Beryl’s womb.

“NNHHHH~!” The Elf quivers beneath Krvavy, ecstatic pleasure flowing through her toned body.

Fucking her Elf is always a fantastic yet torturous experience. Beryl is so wonderfully tight, her folds lovingly caressing and massaging the barbarian’s length, just not all of it. If only Krvavy could get all of her shaft into her Elf’s fuckhole...

With a bit of anger and pent-up frustration, Krvavy begins to violently pound down into Beryl, being a fair bit rougher than she normally is. But the Elf doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seems more than happy to take Krvavy’s aggressive arousal, even with her moans being muffled as the barbarian chokes her.

While Krvavy normally loves it when her girls are enjoying themselves, that isn’t what she wants right now. At least not with her Elf. And it is actually kind of pissing her off. The lust-drunk barbarian is trying to punish Beryl right now, and it isn’t a punishment if the Elf enjoys it.

And so, she abruptly stops.

Beryl gasps for air as Krvavy frees her from the **** hold, dropping down onto the moss with a grunt. She groans in frustration as Krvavy’s cock pops free from her fuckhole, shaking her hips and trying to coax Krvavy back in.

An idea forms in the barbarian’s lust-addled mind, and Krvavy turns her gaze over to Khalia. The Orc is still lying in the puddle of cum, looking very content with a dopey smile on her face and a loving expression in her glazed eyes.

If Krvavy can’t punish Beryl, then she will reward Khalia. The poor Orc was just as much a victim of this Elf as Krvavy was, after all.

Khalia doesn’t resist as the Barbarian scoops her up off the ground. The Orc is completely cum-drunk, but even in this fairly lazy state she is eager for anything Krvavy can do to her, wiggling excitedly in the barbarian’s arms.

“Wha–aH!?” The Elf doesn’t get a chance to speak as Krvavy uses her foot to roughly push and roll the Elf over onto her back.

The cum-covered Khalia is immediately dropped on top of Beryl’s midriff, knocking some air out of her as the Orc begins grinding herself across the Elf’s toned tummy.

That doesn’t last for long though, as Krvavy isn’t in the mood to simply watch.

Krvavy quickly grabs onto her Orc’s shoulders and pushes Khalia down, making the Greenskin woman’s cum-coated face hover above the Elf.

“AARWHOOOO~!” Khalia howls out in pure joy as the barbarian plunges straight into her, jumping right to a fast-paced fucking.

This is much more satisfying for Krvavy’s lust-addled mind. Her Orc isn’t as tight as her Elf, and her insides don’t massage Krvavy’s cock quite as well, but the fact that her whole length can fit snugly inside of Khalia more than makes up for that.

Khalia’s whole body presses and rubs against Beryl’s lithe form, pinning the Elf in place beneath her.

Krvavy’s heft sack repeated slaps against Beryl’s ignored slit, causing the Elf to moan out in frustration.

This is nowhere near enough to get Beryl off, and with Khalia in the way the Elf can’t even use her hands to change that.

It is absolutely perfect.

For Krvavy, that is.

It is as good as **** for Beryl. Just like she deserves after what she pulled.

Each powerful thrust pushes Khalia down onto the Elf, constantly knocking the air out of Beryl’s lungs and keeping her from fully forming any words. Her begging complaints die on her lips, drowned out by gasps and frustrated moans.

But those noises don’t last for very long, as the Elf’s panting mouth draws Khalia in.

With a ravenous hunger the Orc presses her plump lips against Beryl, forcing her into a sloppy kiss.

The sight and sounds push Krvavy over the edge once more. She slams her hips down against Khalia’s firm rear, squishing Orc against Elf as she begins to unload spurt after spurt of thick seed straight into the Greenskin woman’s womb.

A feeling of relief washes over Krvavy as her balls clench against her body. The barbarian hunches over her two girls, letting the satisfying bliss wrack her body as she unloads a huge amount of cum into her Orc. It might still be a bit much, but it is definitely better than the ridiculous volume that she was spraying out before.

Krvavy slowly comes down from that pleasurable high. This has been... an experience, to say the least, and the exhaustion is beginning to set in, leaving her whole body feeling heavy. A part of her still wants more, it always wants more, but...

“Wuuhf~!” Khalia desperately moans out as she wiggles her hips and presses her ass back. Her folds burn with need as they squeeze around Krvavy’s softening cock, milking every last drop of cum out of it and slowly coaxing it back to full hardness.

Well... one more round won’t hurt. Especially if it makes Khalia happy.