A Request Before Departing Raseyne

“Heheheh...!” A rather sadistic giggle escapes past the Wood Elf’s lips as she looks her Draconic lover up and down.

Krvavy meets her evil Elf’s gaze with an unimpressed glare.

“Wha~?” Beryl tries, and fails, to look innocent. She doesn’t even bother to hide her smug grin as she reaches out and brushes her fingers against the fluffy pink fabric covering the barbarian’s body. “Isn’t tha’ bathrobe comfortable~?”

That playful mocking causes Krvavy to scowl ever so slightly. Without a word, she reaches out and lightly pulls at the towel wrapped around her Elf’s torso, causing it to fall down to the ground.

“Oh~?” The tanned tomboy stands naked and proud, her slightly damp skin still glistening after their shower. “Did ya want ta ogle me, or are ya just bein’ a little petty~?”

In a single motion, Krvavy flings open the embarrassingly bright bathrobe and lunges at her sweet berry, engulfing the Elf in its soft embrace.

“Ooh~...!” Beryl is utterly unbothered by that sudden attack, sighing happily as she relaxes into her lover’s embrace. “This is comfortable~...”

“And which part are you enjoying more?” The Drakling dryly wonders, reaching down to grab at her athletic Elf’s perfectly shaped ass. “The stupid bathrobe,” she gropes and kneads the caramel coloured cheeks held in her hands, “or me~?”

“Do ya really need ta ask tha’~?” The Wood Elf woman grins as she hoists herself up, lithe legs wrapping around Krvavy’s waist. Their noses gently bump together, lips hovering a hairsbreadth apart, as Beryl lovingly gazes into the Drakling’s emerald eyes. “It’s ya, o’ course~.”

No matter how often Krvavy may find herself in a situation like this, her heart always flutters as if it were the very first time.

Beryl’s dexterous fingers lovingly glide through Krvavy’s crimson hair, combing through those slightly damp strands. After a painfully short amount of time – hardly even a minute – her lips pull back and away from those of her Draconic lover. “Ya know~,” her playful tone is kept to a whisper, “this’d be the perfect position fer a little bit o’ fun~...!”

The barbarian blinks once, and then twice, before slowly sighing out. “Was getting pinned against the shower wall not enough for you...?” She dryly asks, resisting the urge to shake her head as she turns towards the bathroom door.

“It would ‘ave been ‘ad ya filled me wit’ yer seed instead o’ wastin’ it like ya did~.” The lithe Elf dramatically sighs out, her body goes a little limp as she relaxes into Krvavy’s embrace, making it quite clear that she does not intend to leave this carried hug any time soon.

“So you’d rather have cum dripping down your thighs all day? Kind of defeats the purpose of having a shower in the first place, doesn’t it?”

Beryl’s chin softly presses into the barbarian’s shoulder as she continues to make herself comfortable. “Still better than lettin’ it get washed away down the drain...”

The door swings open and the two of them step out of the bathroom. Well, Krvavy steps out of the bathroom. Beryl doesn’t really do anything but quietly grumble to herself while clinging onto the barbarian’s body.

“Wonderful, I was worried that I would miss the two of you.”

A rather intense blush rapidly fills Krvavy’s face as she abruptly freezes in place.

Rina’s amethyst eyes glimmer with amusement as her reflection looks the two lovers up and down. “We will not be able to share breakfast this morning,” she explains with a gentle smile, remaining seated at her vanity. The pink-skinned half-Elf does nothing to cover up her nude body, though the albino maid dutifully combing through her long raven-black hair does, stepping in the way of that alluring sight. “As such, this is our last chance to talk before the two of you leave Raseyne.”

The Wood Elf woman squirms in her lover’s embrace, her thighs tightening their grip around the Drakling’s waist as she bends backwards. Her fingers clamp down around Krvavy’s lower horns, preventing her from falling, and a wide grin makes its way onto her upside down face. “Oh~? Did ya want ta say goodbye in person~?”

“Of course,” the Countess calmly answers, hardly reacting to the tomboy’s teasing. The nebulous purple gemstone resting on her forehead gleams in the soft light of the room. “But I do not wish to just see you two off: I have a request for Krvavy, if she will hear it.”

“What sort of request?” The Drakling distractedly speaks up. Her brows furrow slightly as she struggles to pry Beryl’s toned thighs away from her body.

“A job offer.”

“Tryin’ ta keep us from leavin’, are ya~?” Beryl has more than enough practice at keeping her legs locked around Krvavy’s waist, so a few grabby fingers are really not enough to dislodge her.

“No.” Rina softly shakes her head, slightly annoying the brush wielding maid. “This offer is for the near future, Krvavy.” Her amethyst eyes focus on the barbarian. “In over a months time I will be attending a council held in Vratsa, and I would like you to accompany me as a bodyguard.”

“Oh,” Krvavy blinks in surprise. “That sounds... important.”

“That it may, but it is not truly.” Rina’s rather poetic tone quite quickly turns plain once more. “This ‘job’ is more of an excuse to spend time with you than a request for an actual bodyguard. That said, you would still be paid fairly for your time: two crowns per week that you are away from your home, plus an additional, negotiable, amount based on your performance.”

“When ya say ‘performance’ are ya talkin’ about bodyguard stuff, or ‘ow well my dearest love does in yer bed~?”

“Yes.” A lively smile plays at Rina’s painted lips as that single word serves as her answer. “Take your time to consider this request, Krvavy. I do not need an answer right away. And do not worry about upsetting me by turning it down either. As I said, this is not an important job. If you wish to instead spend your time at your home with those you love, then I cannot fault you for that.”

Krvavy idly slides the pink bathrobe off of her right shoulder, letting that arm slip free from its soft sleeve. With the fluffy fabric now out of the way, she has a much easier time grabbing at her Elf’s ankles. “Uh... can I have a few more details?” She asks, finally finding some degree of success in prying Beryl off of her body. Emphasis on some.

“Of course.” The pink-skinned half-Elf pauses for just the briefest moment as she gives the gloved hand of her oddly tense maid a soft pat. “I will be departing Raseyne in thirty-one days, on the twenty-seventh of next month. So if you wish to indulge this request of mine, please be here in time for us to depart together. You should aim to arrive at least a day early so as to not miss me: unless there are unforeseen delays, I will be heading out just after the dawn breaks.”

“And wha’ll ya do if she’s too late? Or if she doesn’t even show up at all?” Beryl curiously asks. “Will ya go without a bodyguard?” The tomboy’s tanned thigh brushes against the Drakling’s side as she continues to resist just enough to make the whole process of removing her kind of frustrating for Krvavy.

“No, but it would pose a very minor inconvenience to me.” Rina rises to her feet as she admits that. Her long raven-black hair falls down onto her bare back in waves, highlighting the glimpses of her vibrant pink skin seen between those silken strands. “The one who would usually fill that role, the head of my personal guard, will be unavailable at the time of this trip: he is awaiting the birth of his firstborn, and I cannot rightfully make him miss such an important event. So without Krvavy taking his place, I will need to find another.”

“Ach, are petty personal politics at play ‘ere?” A note of disdain fills Beryl’s voice as she is **** to straighten her torso, changing the odd position of her head from being upside down to simply looking back over her shoulder. “Would yer guards get upset by who ya’d choose ta replace ‘im, all thinkin’ tha’ they should’a been the one?”

Vera’s pale pink eyes shine with a spiteful, and rather protective, triumph as she brings a lacy bra up to her Lady’s chest, ending the unrestricted view that those two guests had of the Countess’ naked breasts. That her cheeks are a soft shade of pink is surely just a consequence of being the only person in this room who is properly clothed.

“No, not at all.” Rina almost laughs at the tomboy’s assumption. Her arms gracefully slip through the straps of her bra before the albino maid secures it in place. “The second in command would simply take his place. But in doing that I would miss out on the perfect excuse to play into an aspect of my reputation that I feel the two of you have taken for granted: I am seen as exotic, at least among the Human holdings in the region. And what is more exotic than having a strong giant of a woman, a Drakling at that, as a bodyguard when meeting with other rulers who will all have some variety of knight? That Krvavy would also serve as entertainment and stress relief when away from prying eyes is simply a bonus~.”

“So ya want ta parade my dearest love around like a trophy?” A contradiction of pride and judgment fills the Wood Elf’s voice as she asks that. Her incredibly mild annoyance may be exacerbated by the fact that her foot has just been made to touch the ground, meaning that Krvavy’s other hand is no longer needs to hold onto her body, which in turns means that the Drakling’s strong fingers are no longer cupping her sculpted ass.

“Saying ‘parade’ makes it sound a lot more interesting than it truly is.” Rina responds with a sigh, stepping forwards into panties that match her bra with their sheer amount of decorative lace. She hardly reacts as her maid’s gloved hands gently glide up and over her thighs, dragging the slightly stretchy waistband up over the swell of her hips. “This job is one where I share the misery of dealing with petty nobles and ambitious lords, for Krvavy would have to silently stand by my side as I endure negotiations and small talk alike. All with those who hold little to no respect for me as a person. And the few who hold far too much respect my position than is healthy.”

“You’re really not selling it very well.” Krvavy idly points out.

The Countess’ tone grows rather dry, and honestly a little tired. “That is why I am offering a tidy sum in payment, along with additional clothing, a full set of armour, and the promise of a copious amount of sexual relief.”

“Wait, clothing and armour?” The Drakling questions, sounding slightly bewildered. She nearly lets Beryl jump back onto her body in that brief moment of confusion.

“Why yes,” a bit of energy returns to the elegant half-Elf as she sits back down and puts on a playfully haughty act. “If you were to take on the role of my bodyguard, then you would need to look the part.”

The albino maid kneels down just as her Lady lifts a leg up, making it an easy affair to cover that supple pink skin with a silken black stocking. That process then repeats for the Countess’ other leg.

Krvavy gently bites the inside of her cheek. “Oh, well...”

“As I had said before, there is no need to make your decision now.” Rina stands up once more, letting a garter belt get clipped on around her trim waist.

“Ya’ll probably ‘ave tha’ armour made in advance, right? And the clothes too?” One by one, Beryl’s fingers are gently pried away from the Drakling’s horns. “So will they all go ta waste if she doesn’t take tha’ job?”

“No, no, no.” Rina smiles warmly and steps forwards into what appears to just be the first layer of the dress that she’ll be wearing today. “I will hold onto them, if that were the case. After all, Krvavy is bound to visit me again at some point in the future, and it would be wise for me to keep some gifts at hand so that I can entice her into fulfilling some other request of mine~.”

“Oh~?” The teasing tomboy’s long and pointed ears wiggle in amusement. “So ya plan on bribin’ my dearest love wit’ clothes~? And by givin’ them ta ‘er instead o’ just takin’ off yer own~?”

“Who is to say that I would not do both?”

“Tha’ so~?” A worryingly smug grin spreads across Beryl’s face as she steps away from the Drakling and leans in towards the Countess. “In tha’ case, ‘ow about ya~...”

Vera’s glasses slip down her nose just a little as her face scrunches up into a scowl. She is, quite clearly, not happy about the naked Elf whispering some undoubtedly degenerate words into her Lady’s ear.

The Countess’ painted lips spread into a subtly seductive smile as her amethyst eye’s meet Krvavy’s in the mirror. “Now that is something which I will have to keep in mind~.” Her intense stare sends a shiver down the Drakling’s spine.

“Ah’ve got many more words o’ advice,” Beryl lets herself get shooed away by the albino maid, “but Ah think tha’ ya’ll be able ta figure most o’ them out yerself~. My dearest love isn’t the most complex o’ women~.”

“Like you’re any better...” Krvavy lightheartedly grumbles, grabbing at her Elf. “Now come on, get dressed already.”

“Wha’, so tha’ ya can be the only naked one in ‘ere~?”

Krvavy blandly stares at her sweet berry.

“I suppose that now is as good a time as any to say goodbye.” Rina interrupts the lovers’ impromptu staring contest, speaking even as a full corset is placed around her waist. “Have a safe journey home, and I hope to see the both of you again someday soon.”

“Haahhh...”

Krvavy glances at her sweet berry with a slightly suspicious look on her face. “You’re not trying to trick me into carrying your bag as well, are you?”

“Nah,” Beryl gently shakes her head, “gimme at least a day or two before Ah try tha’~.”

“Now come on, you knew that having to carry all of that stuff was the price you’d have to pay for tagging along.” Krvavy smiles playfully as she ‘scolds’ the tanned tomboy.

“Ah’m just a delicate lil’ Elf though~. Ya can’t expect me ta carry such an ‘eavy load fer days on end~. It’s not like Ah’m a beast o’ burden~.”

“Don’t try to weasel out of this.” The Drakling’s tone goes flat and exaggeratedly deadpan, even as a smile plays at her lips. “You have more stamina than I do.”

“Tha’ is just a number. And ya’re catchin’ up ta it as well... Tsk,” Beryl clicks her tongue, “why’re ya even bringin’ tha’ up? Ya’re more than twice as strong as me~! My legs’ll give out long before my lungs do!”

“Your bag isn’t that heavy.” Krvavy plainly points out.

“Fer ya.”

The barbarian just shakes her head at that. “But really, what was that sigh about? Happy about leaving the city?”

“Aye,” the Wood Elf slowly breathes out, “it’s like a weight ‘as been taken off o’ my shoulders. Not fer real, sadly, but it almost feels like it.”

“You know, I would love to call you dramatic, but... I know what you mean.” Krvavy grabs her sweet berry’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “It felt crowded and stuffy, like the whole city is looming above just casting its shadow and watching... Kind of weird, really. It isn’t actually that crowded, unless we’re in a market, and I can see the sky if I ever want to just look up.”

“It’s the streets.” Beryl quite confidently states. “Each one is a narrow pass. If ya want ta go from one place ta another, ya ‘ave ta follow the streets. Maybe ya’d be able ta cut through an alley or two, but ya’ll still be usin’ the streets. Not like the wilds, not like a forest, where ya can go wherever ya please.”

“Well,” Krvavy briefly glances back over her shoulder, looking towards the large walls standing on the horizon. “We’re not in the city anymore, even if we aren’t that far away, and we’re still using the road.”

“But we don’t ‘ave ta.”

“I feel like the farmers wouldn’t be happy about us walking through their fields.”

“Aye, they’d be quite cross about us tramplin’ their crops.” Beryl gives her Draconic lover’s hand a squeeze, pulling Krvavy’s attention back down to her. “But we could still do tha’, if we wanted ta be a couple o’ arses. And tha’ is my point. We could leave the road if we wanted ta.”

The Drakling lazily shrugs her shoulders. “I mean, to be fair, we can kind of do that in the city as well.”

“Wha’, by takin’ shortcuts through peoples’ ‘ouses? By climbin’ over them? Or by just smashin’ through them?” Amusement fills the Wood Elf’s voice as she playfully rolls her eyes. “Ah feel like the consequences o’ tha’ are just a little bigger than cuttin’ through a farmers field.”

“And I feel like we’re getting a bit off topic here.”

“Oh~?” A smug smirk fills the tomboyish Elf’s face. “Didn’t realize we were ‘avin’ a proper conversation wit’ an actual topic. My dearest love, ‘as rubbin’ shoulders wit’ the Countess made ya too good fer talkin’ about wha’ever comes ta mind~?”

“It’s only been a couple hours and you’re already bringing Rina up?” Krvavy can’t help but smile as she teases her sweet berry back. “Do you miss her that much?”

“Wouldn’t ya want ta keep such a lovely woman fresh on yer mind~?” Beryl bumps her elbow into the barbarian’s side. “Especially if ya won’t be seein’ ‘er again fer a long, long time~? Oh, but Ah suppose tha’ tha’ isn’t an issue fer ya, now is it~?”

“If I take that job, sure.” Krvavy idly readjusts the strap digging into her shoulder, making it slightly more comfortable.

“Wha’, ‘aven’t made up yer mind yet?”

The Drakling glances down at her Elf with a single eyebrow slightly raised. “Of course not. I’ll need to hear what all the other have to say first, and even then...”

“Ah’m sure yer brat will be quite ‘appy ta ‘ear tha’ ya aren’t just mindlessly runnin’ after tha’ seductress~.” Beryl’s blue-green eyes playfully glimmer as she grabs onto Krvavy’s arm, pulling it up against her lithe body in a clingy hug. “Instead, ya’re doin’ the much more responsible thing and waitin’ fer permission before ya do tha’~.”

Krvavy’s gaze slowly gets pulled down towards the tomboy’s pert tits, which are currently being squished and rubbed against her arm. “Are you sure that Rina is the seductress?” She dryly asks, not bothering to look back up at the Elf’s undoubtedly smug face.

“Oh~? Wha’ever could ya mean by tha’~?” Beryl’s tone is far too teasing for her innocent act to even be slightly believable. “Talkin’ about Thea, maybe~?”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Right, tha’ brat is a bit too snooty ta be properly seductive~.” The caramel coloured Elf tilts her head to the side. “Maybe ya mean Inanna instead~? Those tits o’ ‘ers sure are eye catchin’, and tha’ is a pretty big part o’ seduction~!”