Back Home Again

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTEEEE~!”

“Uh oh...” A shiver runs down the Drakling’s spine as that joyful howl echoes throughout the grotto. “Stop...! Stop!”

“Maaaa-aate...!”

Krvavy sighs out in relief as her precious puppy follows her orders and skids to a stop just in front of her. There may now be some rather noticeable furrows in the ground, but if that is the cost for avoiding being tackled by an overly affectionate Orc, then so be it.

“Khalia, would ya be a dear and take this bag off o’ me?” Beryl gives the Were-Beast woman’s head a good and affectionate pat. “Ya’d be quite the good girl if ya did~.”

That catches Khalia’s attention, causing the trail of fur that runs down her spine to stand on end.

“Ya want ta be a good girl, right~?”

“Yes!”

“Then ‘ere ya go~!” Beryl eagerly slips off the stuffed backpack, handing it over and rolling her shoulders once she is finally free from that weight. “Nothin’ in there is too fragile, but do still be careful wit’ it!”

“Really?” Krvavy stifles a sigh as she meets her Elf’s eyes. “Couldn’t have carried it the last little bit?”

“‘Last little bit’?” The Wood Elf genuinely sounds baffled by the barbarian’s choice of words. “Not ta be rude, my dearest love, but ‘ave ya gone mad? Our ‘ome is still quite a ways above us, and Ah’d rather not ‘ave ta lug tha’ extra weight all the way up there if Ah can avoid it.”

“Alright. I’m not going to make you take back the backpack, but...” A slightly cruel smile plays at Krvavy’s lips as she looks towards her precious puppy. “I think Khalia should be rewarded for helping you out. She is a good girl, after all~.”

The Were-Beast’s tail thumps against the bottom of the backpack as she struggles to stand still. Her whole body quivers as Krvavy steps forwards. “Mate~...!” That single, joyfully moaned title is all she can get out before the barbarian’s lips meet her plump pair. “Mmmmnhh~...!” She melts into that warm kiss, pressing her bare breasts against her Mate’s body as she leans fully into this loving embrace.

Krvavy gives her precious puppy’s fluffy ears a few soft squeezes before lowering her hands down to the Orc’s shoulders and pushing herself back. “Now don’t look so sad~. You’ll get more kisses and cuddles when we’re really home~. So –”

“Come! Move!” Khalia eagerly begins to pull at her Mate, eagerly pulling the Drakling over towards the switchback path. “Hurry!”

“Were ya expectin’ me ta feel jealous o’ ‘er, my dearest love~?” Beryl playfully calls out, lagging behind a little as she has no reason to rush. “Ah’ve ‘ad ya all ta myself fer long enough, so it’s only fair ta give yer puppy some time wit’ ya too~.”

“Maaate...!” The Were-Beast’s impatient whine cuts off any response that Krvavy could have made. “Move...! Faster...!”

“Aww, the poor girl ‘as really missed ya~.”

“Mnnnhh! Maaaateee...!” Khalia’s paw-like hands tighten their grip as she picks up the pace, dragging the Drakling along with all of her strength.

The tanned tomboy’s teasing giggles grow quieter as she falls further and further behind.

“Careful!” Small pebbly stones slide out from under Krvavy’s feet, nearly causing her to trip. “We won’t get up there any faster if you make me fall over a bunch!”

“Mnnnnnnnnnhhh...!” Khalia’s fluffy ears flatten against the sides of her head as her constant whining changes into a rumbling growl. “Rrrrrgh...!”

Krvavy is about to scold her precious puppy when she realizes that the Orc’s growling isn’t directed towards her. Nor is it aimed at their ‘slow’ pace. No, the reason for that sudden shift in tone is standing further ahead, just beyond the two columns that mark the top of the switchback path.

“Greetings, my Ushumgal.” Inanna gives a single slow wave before lowering that hand back down towards her hip, letting it rest atop the leather cord that helps to hold her thick apron in place. Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side as she looks between Krvavy and Khalia with a single thick eyebrow raised. “Did you lose the Elf somewhere along the way?”

“Slooowwwww....!” The Were-Beast gives a growled answer, snarling at the busty shortstack.

“Sorry,” an apologetic smile accompanies Krvavy’s words, “I promised Khalia some cuddles for carrying Beryl’s bag the rest of the way...” She barely has the time to give that quick explanation as she is dragged past the Dwarf.

Inanna nods in understanding. “I will wait for her to catch up, then.”

“Rrrrrghhhnnhh...!” Each hurried step closer to home puts the Orc more and more on edge. Her body quivers with barely restrained excitement and her breathing grows ragged in anticipation of the cuddling kisses that she is due.

Steamy mists caress Krvavy’s skin and scales as she is yanked towards, and then right on by, the hot springs. She can’t help but longingly gaze at those wonderfully relaxing pools of water. Maybe she’ll be able to convince Khalia to come back down here once they’ve dropped off the backpacks...?

“Mnnnnnnhhhhhnghhh...!” The Were-Beast woman shoots her Mate a heated, hungry, glare as they finally reach the entrance to their home. A short set of stairs is all that separates them from the main floor of their home, from their bedroom. And that is where Krvavy finds herself getting dragged.

Which is actually kind of inconvenient, really... The vast majority of what she and her Elf bought in Raseyne belongs down on the first floor, in the kitchen...

“Ugh, I should have known that you were the reason for all of that howling...” Thea grumbles and does her best to sound annoyed at Krvavy’s return. And she does a pretty good job at that: her act would be entirely convincing if it wasn’t for the happy gleam hidden in her eyes.

Adeline awkwardly shuffles in place, her little bunny paw feet dangling over the edge of her seat. She looks torn between running over to greet the Drakling with a hug and staying where she is seated to avoid being scolded by the brat. Ironically, her indecision makes that decision for her.

A warm smile fills Krvavy’s face. “I missed you too. Both of you.” Her smile turns into a bit of a smirk as she sees the board game placed between the two blondes. Thea’s side has noticeably fewer pieces remaining.

Khalia shrugs the backpack off of her shoulders, dropping it to the ground with just enough care to avoid breaking anything inside of it. “Rrrrgh...!” She growls impatiently, pawing at the barbarian’s body as she helps Krvavy take of her own backpack. That she also undoes her Mate’s pelt loincloth and removes the matching top is definitely just a coincidence. Definitely.

“Your letters were sent off, uh, just fine.” Krvavy’s attempt at easing the anxious Halfling’s worries is distracted slightly by the naked and needy Orc physically pulling her to the side. “I’m–mmmph...”

Whatever it is that the Drakling had to say is muffled by the Were-Beast’s plump lips. “Mmmnh~!” Khalia’s strong fingers dig into the barbarian’s body as she forces her Mate’s ass down onto a sturdy stool. The inner sides of her toned thighs squeeze around Krvavy’s legs as she quite firmly claims her spot in Krvavy’s lap.

“Hmph.” Thea audibly sighs. “Seriously? Could you not have waited a minute?” It isn’t quite clear who she is judging. Krvavy? Or Khalia? “Degenerates...” Or both...

“Mnnnhhhhmhh~!” The Were-Beast’s lips mash together with those of her Mate, growing more frenzied and more excited as her kiss is reciprocated. She shudders as a strong hand caresses across her toned back. Her hips grind and roll against the Drakling’s rapidly hardening dick. “Mmmmmhhhghhh~!”

Sloppy, lewd sounds and ****, muffled moans fill the air, punctuated by the occasional clack of a piece being forcefully moved across a board.

“‘Cuddles and kisses’~? Yeah, this is about wha’ Ah expected from tha’~.”

“Oh, great... I was hoping that Krvavy traded you for something more useful... Like ‘magic’ beans...”

“Aww, Ah missed ya too, girl~.” Clack. Another piece gets moved. “Ah see tha’ ya’re just as good at this game as ever~.”

“Shut up.” Another, significantly louder, clack.

“Sweetie, are ya... toyin’ wit’ ‘er~?”

“N-n-no...!”

“Then wha’ is wit’ all o’ this~? It looks like ya could’a won ages ago~.”

“Hey! No giving advice mid-game!”

“Ah’m not, Ah’m not~. Just commentin’ on wha’ Ah see~. And Ah’m not the only one who sees it, right Inanna~?”

“Don’t drag me into this.”

Khalia abruptly pulls her head back, breaking the heated kiss. “Maate~...!” Her amber-gold eyes shine with love and lust as she raises her hips. Her whole body quivers with anticipation as the tip of Krvavy’s cock sinks into her sopping slit. “Arwhoooooo~!” That howl of pure, blissful joy drowns out the loud slap that rings out as she spears herself fully onto her Mate’s thick shaft.

“Here.” Inanna presses a cord of braided leather into Khalia’s mouth, giving the Were-Beast something to bite down on.

“Hnnnnngh~!” The Orc’s teeth and tusks dig into that makeshift bit. She is still on the louder side, but these enthusiastic groans and moans are far from earsplitting, unlike her howls, so no one is going to complain about that.

“Enjoyin’ the consequences o’ yer actions, my dearest love~?” Beryl teasing asks as she pushes a stool right up next to the one her Draconic lover is sitting on. Her long and pointed ears wiggle with joy as the Drakling’s meaty tail wraps around her waist. “Ya should’a known tha’ she’d want more than just ta cuddle~.”

“Mm. I suspect that she expected this.” The Dwarf pats Khalia on the head before pulling the seated barbarian’s attention towards herself with a gentle but insistent tap on the shoulder. “Welcome home,” she leans in and gives Krvavy a brief but loving kiss, “my Ushumgal~.”

“Oh~? Feelin’ a little darin’ and forward, are ya~?”

“I said ‘goodbye’ with a kiss.” Inanna responds to the Elf’s teasing with her usual plain and neutral tone. “So it is only right that I say ‘hello’ with one as well.”

“Ya can admit tha’ ya love ‘er, ya know~.” Beryl happily hugs onto the Drakling’s arm, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it is moving in time with the Orc as it helps guide that horny Greenskin up and down.

“Ugh...!” The silver-blonde noble girl groans out in annoyance as Adeline hesitantly takes one of her pieces off of the board. “Did you seriously fall into debauchery the second that you returned home!?” Thea looks and sounds decidedly bratty as she shoots a glare over towards the Drakling. “What even was the point of bringing these bags up here if you are just going to ignore them!?”

“Ya complain when she wants ta go over ‘er loot right after comin’ ‘ome, and now ya’re complainin’ when she doesn’t do it right away~?” The Wood Elf playfully clicks her tongue. “Tsk, tsk. Ya should really make up yer mind~. A good and proper girl o’ noble birth shouldn’t be floppin’ back and forth like a fish at the edge o’ water, now should she~?”

“I did not ask you.”

Krvavy’s tail tightens its grip around the tomboy’s waist, keeping her from responding immediately. “We...” the barbarian takes a moment to make sure her voice remains rather steady despite the Were-Beast bouncing on her cock. “We brought back a few – haaah~ – a few gifts too.”

“Aye, somethin’ fer each o’ ya.” Beryl supports that with a casual nod, before deciding to kindly explain it in place of her slightly distracted lover. “Ah got ta enjoy a wonderful time wit’ our dearest love and the Countess, so these little gifts should ‘elp ta make up fer tha’~. Not completely, o’ course, as we all know tha’ a few trinkets can ‘ardly compare ta our Krvavy~.”

“The gifts were – hahhh~ – they were mostly impulse purchases.” The Drakling adds on, not wanting her girls to get their hopes up and expect some big or fancy gifts. “Just some things we saw while shopping and – mhhh~ – and thought would make a nice gift.”

“Except fer the one tha’ ya ‘id from me~.” Beryl playfully bumps her head into Krvavy’s shoulder. “Tha’ one is a proper gift~. One tha’ –”

“Ugh, which bag are they in?” Thea dismissively waves away the Elf’s prattling as she turns to look at the backpacks.

“Both, ya impatient brat~.” The caramel coloured Elf grins widely as the brat in question glares over at her. “They aren’t buried beneath anythin’ else, so ya should ‘ave no problem findin’ them yerself~. Might need ta open a few pouches first though~.”

“Hmph.” Thea rolls her soft-blue eyes. “Adeline, lend me a hand.”

The Halfling hastily gets off her stool and, rather adorably, scurries over towards the two backpacks. Her cheeks burn a bright red as she tries to focus on the task in front of her, but she just can’t help but keep glancing back at Krvavy and Khalia. Or, more specifically, she juts can’t help but keep glancing back at the Drakling’s dick as it keeps disappearing into the Were-Beast.

“If this is one of those ‘gifts’, then it had better not be intended for me.” The silver-blonde noble girl pulls a pair of sturdy leather cuffs from the first pouch that she checked, holding it up between finger and thumb.

“Tha’ is fer Khalia~. Toss it ‘ere, please~.”

“Quite the... peculiar gift.” Inanna idly comments, standing by and watching as Beryl carefully pries one of the Were-Beast’s clawed hands off of Krvavy’s shoulder.

“Aye, as our dearest love said, we just picked up stuff tha’ we thought’d be a nice gift. And these,” the Elf gives the cuffs a little wiggle as she gently drags the Orc’s arms into position, “felt like they’d be fun~. Plus, they match ‘er collar~.”

“And this?” Thea pulls a spool of thick, belt-like fabric from another pouch. “It had better not be for binding hands together as well.”

Beryl’s eyes twinkle playfully as she briefly meets the brat’s narrowed gaze. “We could use it fer tha’, but no it’s... wha’ did ya call it again, my dearest love?”

“A sweatband.” Krvavy grits her teeth and tries to hold back her impending orgasm.

“Right.” The Wood Elf nods as she clasps the cuffs onto Khalia’s wrists, binding the Orc’s arms around the barbarian’s body. “It’s a bit o’ a borin’ gift, if a practical one, but tha’ fits who it is fer~.”

“Ngh~...!” The Drakling grunts as a particularly pleasurable clench of her precious puppy’s pussy pushes her over the edge. Her teeth gently graze against the skin of Khalia’s neck, nibbling lightly even as her mind blanks.

The conversation pauses as spurt after spurt of thick, creamy seed fills the frenzied Orc’s womb. Nearly all eyes in the room watch on with gazes filled with some degree of hunger or lust. Or both.

“Ghhhhnhhh~!” The Were-Beast’s blissful howls are still fairly loud despite how hard she is biting down on her leather gag. Her whole body quivers in ecstasy as she embraces her Mate.

“That gift is for me, I presume?” Inanna rather calmly speaks up, having waited just long enough that she doesn’t need to raise her voice to be heard over the muffled moans.

“O’ course~.” Beryl playfully replies, rubbing her cheek into Krvavy’s arm while affectionately patting the Were-Beast’s back. “Yer forge gets quite ‘ot, and our dearest love felt tha’ ya’d appreciate ‘avin’ somethin’ tha’ can keep sweat drippin’ down yer face and inta yer eyes.”

“Mm. I see.” The Dwarf slowly nods her head and glances towards the Drakling. A faint smile plays at her lips. “Thank you, my Ushumgal.”

“Nnho problem~...” Krvavy breathily slurs out, giving a weak thumbs up as the Orc’s tight insides squeeze down on her still-stiff shaft. The Were-Beast’s pace may have slowed down considerably, but those more relaxed movements still send jolts of pleasure through the Drakling’s sensitive dick.

“Hmph.” Thea rolls her eyes as she resumes pulling various packages and pieces of cookware out of the backpack. “And where are the other ‘gifts’?”

“Ya’ve already taken one o’ them out~.” The tanned tomboy teasingly points out. “Since it isn’t fer ya, Ah’ll be nice and tell ya which one it is: tha’ one~. Wit’ all the extra twine bindin’ it~.”

The silver-blonde brat skeptically glances at the misshapen package that Beryl is vaguely pointing towards. It is wrapped in the same tarp-like fabric as pretty much everything else that is covered up, but it seems to be straining at the many strings holding it into a relatively small size.

Without a word, Thea cautiously pushes it towards Adeline. The Halfling is the only one besides herself who hasn’t gotten a gift yet, so it is obviously for her.

“Be careful wit’ tha’, sweetie.”

Beryl’s gentle words of warning only seem to put the tiny blonde on edge. Adeline’s little fingers shake as she fearfully unties the numerous knots and bows holding the twine in place. As each string is loosened and removed, the package seems to swell, until –

“Eeeeeeip!” An adorable yet utterly terrified squeak escapes from the Halfling as she stumbles backwards, falling to the floor. The pressurized gift flings open the tarp-like fabric covering it up and, quite conveniently, springs out towards her. “Eeeeeiee!”

“Awww~!” The Wood Elf lovingly coos, leaning forwards as much as she can without pulling away from Krvavy. “Already cuddlin’ and ‘uggin’ it, are ya~?”

“W-wh-wha...?!” Adeline stutters and stumbles over her words as she struggles to understand what just happened, and just what it is that landed on top of her.

“Ugh, seriously? If I had suggested such a gift, you would yell at me...”

Adeline’s big hazel eyes repeatedly blink as she pushes against her gift, holding it at arms length. The blush colouring her cheeks intensifies as she sees a round, cutesy face staring back at her with big button eyes and a sewn on smile shaped like the number ‘three’ fallen onto its side.

“It’s not quite as cute as ya are, sweetie, but the resemblance is there~!”

The Halfling remains frozen for a few seconds. “Eeeeee...” She softly squeaks as embarrassment overwhelms her. Her shaky arms let go of her gift, dropping the oversized plushy down onto her prone form. Its big and floppy sandy coloured ears overlap with her own as she is entirely engulfed beneath its size.

Thea rolls her eyes and pokes at the giant stuffed bunny. Her finger sinks into its soft cotton body. “Where did you even find a children’s toy at this ridiculous size?”

“Raseyne apparently ‘as a lot o’ festivals around the solstice, and tha’ was a prize fer some carnival game.” Beryl explains with fairly dismissive shrug. “We didn’t win it or anythin’ though: all the festivities were over by the time we showed up. But fer some mysterious reason the merchants didn’t want ta ‘ave a few dozen o’ those adorable things fillin’ up their stalls all year round, and were sellin’ them off fer cheap~.”

“Adeline is not going to suffocate beneath it, is she?” A hint of worry is audible in the Dwarf’s voice as she gently nudges that giant plushy. Rather than wait the few seconds that it would take for anyone to respond, Inanna decides to check on the Halfling herself. She reaches down and grabs at the stuffed bunny, lifting it up enough so that everyone can see Adeline’s incredibly flushed face. “Mm. Suppose not.”

“Eeeiee...” The bunny-mouse girl’s weak squeaking is accompanied by her little hands clutching at her giant plushy, gently pulling it back down until it is completely covering her up once more.

“Ugh,” Thea makes her annoyance quite clear with that fed-up groan, “can this little ‘game’ end already? The last gift is meant for me, yes? Just where is it?”

“Ach, girl~.” Beryl meets the brat’s unimpressed gaze with a wide grin. “Come on now, tha’ is no way ta act~. Ya should be ‘appy~! Excited, even~! We –”

“It’s that one.” Krvavy points her finger past the Were-Beast’s slowly bouncing body. “To your left.”

“Thank you.” The silver-blonde brat breathes out in genuine relief, shooting the Wood Elf one last glare before grabbing the package meant for her.

The tanned tomboy separates from the barbarian, slipping from her seat as she sneaks over to Thea’s side.

The noble girl’s lips twist down into a faint frown as she does her best to ignore Beryl’s presence. Which is a bit difficult to do with that Elf hovering over her shoulder. Suppressing a groan, the bratty girl unties the strings of twine and unwraps the tarp-like fabric, revealing... a book with some bright, almost gaudy, words emblazoned onto the cover.

“Oooh~!” Beryl perks up as the bratty begins to blush. “So tha’ is why ya didn’t want me seein’ wha’ it was~!”

“And w-what made you think that I would want a gift like th-this?!” Thea tries her best to act outraged, but can’t quite keep her voice from quivering as she speaks.

Krvavy nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders, mostly recovered from her orgasm and acclimatized to the pleasure of her Orc still speared onto her shaft. “I just thought it’d be fun. Plus, it gives you something to do that isn’t training or housework.”

“You...” Thea hesitantly responds. “You do not expect us to read this together... do you...?” She looks equally excited, in a nervous sort of way, and worried by that thought.

“I mean, we can if you’d like.”

Beryl’s pert breasts press into the brat’s back. Her hands teasingly caress the girl’s shoulders and sides. “If ya don’t want it, then Ah’ll take it off yer ‘ands~. Ah’m sure it’ll be quite... entertainin’~.”

“Hmph!” The silver-blonde brat shakes the Elf off of her back. “No, it is my gift. You can read it once I’m done with it!”

The tomboyish Elf grins mischievously, triumphantly, as she returns to her lover’s side. “Ah’m not quite sure if tha’ reaction was worth the torment ya subjected me ta,” she idly states, resting her head back onto Krvavy’s arm. “But Ah trust tha’ll change once she’s started readin’ it, right~?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see~.” The Drakling returns, playfully ignoring her brat’s growing suspicion.

“We will need to bring all of this down to the kitchen.” Inanna calmly points out, staring rather critically at the slight mess that Thea has made in pursuit of those presents.

“Aye, but tha’ can wait just a moment longer. Because our dearest love ‘ere,” Beryl gives the barbarian a gentle nudge, “still ‘as one more important thing ta say about our trip ta the city.”

“I do?” Krvavy glances down at her sweet berry with an eyebrow raised.

The Wood Elf woman simply nods her head. Which somehow works in jogging her Draconic lover’s memory.

“Oh, right. Rina offered me a job.”

“What sort of job?” Inanna curiously questions.