Back Home Again

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A twig snaps underfoot, that sound blending into the background alongside the rustling of leafy ferns and rushing water... only for it all to soon be drowned beneath a near deafening noise.

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTEEEE~!”

That joyous and excited howl echoes through the grotto, carrying across the clear water of these little underground lakes and bouncing off the smooth stone walls. A cloud of dust and dirt rises from further ahead, reaching higher and wider as the single woman stampede that is its source grows ever closer, approaching at a worryingly rapid pace.

The weight digging into the Drakling’s shoulders suddenly feels a whole lot heavier. “Stop...!” She shouts, instinctively lowering her center of gravity and bracing herself for what is surely to come, one leg a little further forward than the other. “Stop! STOP!”

“Maaaa-aate...!”

Krvavy can’t help but sigh in relief as her precious puppy does as she ordered and skids to a stop, just out of reach. There may now be some rather noticeable furrows in the ground, the moss and lichen growing across this well-trod path uprooted and torn apart, but if that is the cost for avoiding being tackled by an overly affectionate Were-Beast... then so be it.

Unbothered by that near collision, Beryl so casually steps to the side and passes by her barbaric lover. “Khalia, would ya be so kind as ta take this bag off o’ me?” The Wood Elf woman warmly asks, raising hand and giving that wild Were-Beast’s head a nice pat. “Ya’d be quite the good girl if ya did~.”

That catches Khalia’s attention, the trailing line of fur that runs down her spine standing on end, looking a little bristly as it stretches from head to tail.

The glimmering light dancing across Beryl’s blue-green eyes glows just a bit brighter. “Ya want ta be a good girl, aye~?”

“Yes!” Khalia quite quickly nods, her black-brown hair bobbing up and down.

“Then ‘ere ya go~!” With wasting even a fraction of a second Beryl eagerly slips off the stuffed backpack and passes it into that precious puppy’s paw-like hands, rolling her slightly sore shoulders once she is finally free of that burden. “Nothin’ in there is too fragile, but do still be careful wit’ it!”

Krvavy simply stifles a sigh. “Really? 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’ ‘eavy bag 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 teasing smile tugs at the corners of Krvavy’s lips as she turns to look towards her precious puppy. “I think Khalia should be rewarded for helping you. She is a good girl, after all~.”

The Were-Beast struggles to stand still as the Drakling who so proudly praised her closes the distance between them with just a single step, her shaggy tail repeatedly thmping against the bottom the bag that now rests on her back. “Mate~...!” That joyfully moaned title is all that Khalia 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 scritches before lowering her hands down to that Greenskin’s strong 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 dragging that Drakling over towards the switchback path. “Hurry!”

“Were ya expectin’ me ta feel jealous o’ ‘er, my dearest love~?” Beryl playfully shouts after those two, letting herself lag a little behind. 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...!”

Beryl’s long and pointed ears wiggle with amusement, her caramel coloured lips curling into a wide smile. “Aww, look at tha’~! The poor puppy ‘as really missed ya~!”

“Mnnnhh! Maaaateee...!” Khalia’s paw-like hands tighten their grip as she picks up the pace, dragging her Draconic Mate 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 inhuman 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 almost scolds that misbehaving Were-Beast of hers, only to stop herself before even a single stern word can pass through her pale lips.

That frustrated Greenskin’s growl wasn’t directed towards her. Nor was it aimed at their ‘slow’ pace. No, the reason for that sudden shift in Khalia’s 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 to her hip, letting it rest atop the leather cord helping to hold her thick apron in place. Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side as she looks between Krvavy and Khalia, a single dense eyebrow raised. “Did you lose your Elf somewhere along the way?”

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

“Sorry,” an apologetic smile accompanies Krvavy’s much friendlier tone, “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 impatient puppy more and more on edge. Her body quivers with barely restrained excitement, her bare breasts heaving with each increasingly ragged breath she takes. The cuddling kisses that she is owed cannot come soon enough.

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 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, 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 finds its way onto Krvavy’s face. “I missed you too. Both of you.” Her smile turns into a bit of a smirk as she spots the checkered board resting between those two blondes. Thea’s side has noticeably fewer pieces remaining.

Khalia swiftly 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 impatiently growls, 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 Were-Beast 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, muscles tensing and trembling beneath swarthy green skin as claw-like nails trace along the edge of her shaggy fur-covered spine. Heat rolls off of her in waves, her hips bucking and rolling forwards as she grinds against the Drakling’s rapidly hardening dick. “Mmmmmhhhghhh~!”

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

“‘Cuddles and kisses’~?” A lovely, lilting voice dances through the Drakling’s distracted mind. “Aye, this is about wha’ Ah expected from tha’~.”

A long and heavy sigh is released in response to those words. “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.

Silence follows, broken after a rather long second. “Sweetie, are ya... toyin’ wit’ ‘er~?”

“N-n-no...!” Comes the hasty, stammered response.

“Tha’ so~?” The tomboy’s already rather teasing tone only grows more mischievous, more impish. “Then wha’ is wit’ all o’ this~? It looks like ya could’a won ages ago~.”

“Hey!” Indignation underlines that single shouted word, the brat’s voice loud enough to pierce through the many moaning sounds being made not too far from where she sits. “No giving advice mid-game!”

“Ah’m not, Ah’m not~.” The dismissive gesture that Beryl makes can almost be heard. “Just commentin’ on wha’ Ah see~. And Ah’m not the only one who sees it, ain’t tha’ right Inanna~?”

It takes a good few seconds for that question to get its ‘answer’. “Don’t drag me into this.” The Dwarf’s tone is as neutral and emotionless as always, far more disinterested and distant than she truly is.

Khalia abruptly pulls her head back, breaking her heated kiss. “Maate~...!” Her amber-gold eyes shine with love and lust as she raises her hips high. 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 pierces through the air as a single thrust sees her Mate’s thick shaft spear deep inside her.

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

“Hnnnnngh~!” Four pointy tusks and a whole mouthful of sharp teeth dig into that makeshift bit. Khalia 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 pushes a stool right up next to the one her Draconic lover is sitting on, blue-green eyes gleaming with a teasing light. Her long and pointed ears wiggle so joyfully as the Drakling’s meaty tail wraps around her waist hardly a heartbeat after she drops her perfect ass down onto that seat. “Ya should’a known tha’ she’d want more than just ta cuddle~.”

“Mm. I suspect that our Krvavy 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~.”

Beryl’s bark-brown brow shoots up at that sight, her grin growing wider and wider. “Oh~? Feelin’ a little darin’ and forward, are ya~?”

“I said ‘goodbye’ with a kiss.” Inanna calmly responds, unbothered by that Elf’s teasing 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 her Draconic lover’s strong arm, even as it helps to guide the horny Greenskin up and down, bouncing with quite a bit of energy.

“Ugh...!” An annoyed groan is drawn from the silver-blonde brat 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 turns and shoots a glare in the direction of that Drakling, soft-blue eyes narrowed behind the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses. “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, caramel cheek nuzzling against a bicep covered in black scales. “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~?”

Thea does not even spare a glance towards that pest of a Wood Elf. “I did not ask you.”

Krvavy’s tail tightens its grip around the tomboy’s waist, keeping her from immediately responding. “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 so 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 anything big or fancy. “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 forehead into Krvavy’s shoulder. “Tha’ one is a proper gift~. One tha’ –”

“Ugh, which bag are they in?” Thea dismissively waves away that tomboy’s pointless prattling as she turns to look at the pair of backpacks resting nearby.

“Both, ya impatient brat~.” The caramel coloured Elf meets that noble girl’s glare with a rather smug smirk, long and pointed ears wiggling away. “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 repeatedly disappears into the Were-Beast.

The corners of Thea’s kissable lips twitch downwards, her scowl shifting into a sneer. With finger and thumb, she delicately pulls a pair of sturdy leather cuffs from the first pouch that she checked. “If this is one of those ‘gifts’, then it had best not be intended for me.”

“Don’t ya worry, tha’ is fer Khalia~.” Beryl so generously reassures, holding out her hand. “Toss it ‘ere, please~. Thanks~.”

“Quite the... peculiar gift.” Inanna idly comments, standing by and watching as Beryl carefully pries the Were-Beast’s claws 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 puppy’s strong 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.

“Aye.” The Wood Elf nods as she clasps the cuffs onto Khalia’s wrists, binding those bestial arms around the barbarian’s body, behind that bigger dickgirl’s buff back. “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 carnivorous 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 Were-Beast’s more than willing 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, bound arms tensing and trembling and tightening their grip.

“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 any 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 playing at her lips. “Thank you, my Ushumgal.”

“Nnho prohblemnnh~...” Krvavy struggles to even speak those slurred words, giving a weak thumbs up as her still-stiff shaft is so intensely squeezed by the constricting cunt that it remains sheathed inside. 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 free from that backpack. “And where are the other ‘gifts’?”

“Ya’ve already taken one o’ them out~.” The tanned tomboy teasingly states. “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 against 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. Though there is also the chance that the brat is just treating that poor little bunny-mouse as a sacrificial lamb, giving her the obviously risky job of opening it up...

Beryl’s brow knits together, a degree of concern entering her expression. “Be careful wit’ tha’, sweetie.”

Those gentle words of warning only seem to put the bottom-heavy blonde on edge. More than she already was, at that. Adeline’s little fingers shake as she fearfully unties the numerous knots and bows holding the tangled mess of twine in place. As each string is loosened and removed, the package seems to swell, until –

“Eeeeeeip!” An adorable yet utterly terrified squeak escapes past the Halfling’s tiny little lips as she stumbles backwards, falling to the floor. The pressurized present bursts open, the tarp-like fabric that had wrapped it up tossed aside as the gift within springs towards her. “Eeeeeiee!”

“Awww~!” The Wood Elf lovingly coos, leaning as far forward as she can without pulling away from Krvavy’s side. “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.

Thea pushes her glasses up to her forehead, dainty hand coming to cover most of her face as she nurses her brow. “Ugh, seriously...? If I had suggested such a gift, you would yell at me...”

Adeline’s big hazel-brown eyes repeatedly blink as she pushes against her comparatively giant gift, holding that surprisingly light thing at arms length. The blush colouring her cheeks burns brighter and brighter as she sees a big and round face staring back at her, big button eyes positioned above a sewn on smile shaped like the number ‘three’ fallen onto its side.

Beryl’s pointed ears wiggle and waggle even more wildly, her grin so bright and happy. “It’s not quite as cute as ya are, sweetie, but the resemblance is there~! Aye~?”

The Halfling remains frozen for a few long seconds. “Eeeeee...” Embarrassment almost immediately overwhelms her. Her shaky arms let go of her giant gift, dropping that oversized plushy down onto her horizontal form. The sandy coloured fabric of its big and floppy ears overlap with her own as she is entirely engulfed beneath the sheer size of that thing.

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 accompanies that explanation with fairly dismissive shrug. “We didn’t win it or anythin’ though. All o’ those 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 can be heard in the Dwarf’s otherwise neutral tone 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.”

“Eeeieee...” The bunny-mouse girl’s weak squeaking is soon muffled again as her little hands reach up and clutch at her giant plushy, gently pulling it back down until it is completely covering her 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...” Genuine relief underlines the silver-blonde brat’s appreciative words, though that doesn’t stop her from shooting the Wood Elf one last glare before grabbing the package meant for her.

The tanned tomboy peels away from her barbaric lover, slipping from her seat and sneaking on 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 wrapping, 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, mostly recovered from her orgasm and acclimatized to the pleasure of having her precious puppy 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.

The corners of Krvavy’s lips curl upwards as she considers that question. “I mean, we can if you’d like.”

Beryl’s pert breasts press into the brat’s back, her hands teasingly caressing 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 that Elf off of her back. “No, it is my gift. You can read it once I’m done with it!”

The tomboyish Elf grins quite mischievously, quite 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 states, staring rather critically at the slight mess that Thea made in pursuit of those presents. Untied strings and loose wrapping has been scattered across the floor, along with some of the more mundane items that were purchased on that shopping trip.

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

Krvavy quirks her brow and glances down at her sweet berry. “I do?”

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

“Oh, right...” The Drakling herself slowly nods. “Rina offered me a job.”

“What sort of job?” Inanna curiously questions, her copper-orange eyes staring straight into Krvavy’s emerald pair.