Discussing the Job Offer

Silence hangs overhead, those present taking a moment to digest what they just heard. Even if it was, admittedly, not all that much.

Beryl’s dexterous fingers drum against the back of her Draconic lover’s hand. “Sooo...” She slowly speaks up, blue-green gaze sweeping across this gathering of Krvavy’s girls. “Wha’ do ya all think?”

“Is that all of the information that the Countess provided?” The busty Dwarf curiously tilts her head to the side as she asks that question. “Did you not think to ask for more?”

“I did,” Krvavy replies with a sigh, “but there wasn’t enough time for us to go over every little detail...”

“Hmph,” Thea rather dismissively huffs, going so far as to roll her soft-blue eyes. That brat’s beautifully bare breasts jiggle just a bit as she suddenly leans back against the strong black-scaled arm lazily wrapped around her body, trusting in it to hold her up. The soft embrace of her welcoming thighs squeezes around the Drakling’s semi-stiff shaft as she wiggles and makes herself as comfortable as can be in this seat that she so shamelessly stole barely more than a minute ago. “Do you want to take that job or not?” This bratty blonde asks, doing her best to act casual and uncaring... despite the faint little blush already colouring her cheeks.

“I...” Krvavy pauses as her cuddly puppy’s cuffed arms tighten around her torso. A pair of firm, green-skinned breasts press into her back, both off-center from her spine, as tusked teeth casually nibble at her shoulder. “I’m not sure.”

“Seriously?” The silver-blonde brat of a noble girl simply sighs at that. “You had a week to think about it, and you still have not decided?”

“I mean, yeah?” Krvavy quirks her brow and leans forward just a little, meeting her fiancée’s mildly exasperated gaze. “It would take me about a week to get to Raseyne, around three more for the actual job, and then another to get back home. That is a long time for me to be away from all of you.”

Inanna makes a soft hum of a noise. “Do you want to take the offer?” She plainly asks.

“Ehh... Kind of?” The Drakling shrugs her shoulders, earning herself a faint growl from the Greenskin she just disturbed. Her thick tail curls around the Were-Beast’s back, that peace offering more than enough to appease her spoiled puppy. “Looking at it as a job... Well, the pay is very high...”

“Aye, and don’t forget all those other benefits~.” Without even a second of hesitation, the Wood Elf reaches over and wraps her nimble fingers around Krvavy’s colossal cock. A playfully smug smile finds its way onto that teasing tomboy’s face as she pointedly ignores the brat’s glaring gaze, her hand slowly stroking along her lover’s length... Or at least along the substantial portion of that prodigious prick rising free from the warmth of Thea’s thighs. “Like the clothes and armour tha’ the Countess will ‘ave fer ya, o’ course~.”

The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip, more and more colour creeping onto her otherwise pale cheeks. “Yeah, but... five weeks...” she reluctantly groans, frustrated by just that thought alone. “I’m not sure if it is worth being away from all of you for that long...”

“Would you like to hear my thoughts, my Ushumgal?” Inanna leans forward as she asks for permission to speak, that simple action enough to put the vast expanse of her stone-grey cleavage on full display, those titanic tits squished against her thick thighs.

It takes a considerable amount of effort for the Drakling to lift her gaze up enough so that she can actually meet that Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes with her own emerald pair. “Yes.” She firmly nods, trying so very hard to keep her mind from wandering. Which is increasingly difficult with all of the distractions surrounding her... “I want to hear what all of you think about it.”

“Mm..” The grey-skinned shortstack hums, before slowly straightening back up. Which doesn’t even slightly subtract from the lewd beauty of her beyond bountiful breasts, dark-grey areola capping the peaks of those heavy, mountainous mounds. “From a pragmatic point of view, taking this job would be the best course of action. However, I must admit to a degree of selfishness... I would prefer us to not be separated for such a long time.”

“Ugh, are you incapable of acting normal?” Thea groans, bringing a hand up to her slightly flushed face to really make her exasperation obvious. “You just summed up the entire ‘problem’!”

The Dwarf levels her steady and seemingly emotionless gaze onto that brat sitting sidesaddle in their shared lover’s lap. “Which is why I was about to suggest that Krvavy look in her ‘points shop’ for an item or skill which would allow her to communicate over large distances.” She so plainly states, speaking in her normal neutral tone. “That does not entirely solve the issue of us being apart, but it does alleviate it considerably.”

Beryl’s long and pointed ears immediately perk up, happily wiggling and waggling away. “Tha’ is a wonderful idea~!” She cheerfully coos, cuddling up against her Draconic lover’s side in a way that would look rather innocent and wholesome... if not for the fact that her hand is still idly stroking the Drakling’s swollen shaft. “Our dearest love should look inta gettin’ somethin’ like tha’ even if she doesn’t take this job~! Which, fer the record, Ah think she should~!”

“Of course you do...” The bratty girl grumbles, more to herself than to that Elf. “You just want Krvavy to keep collecting women...”

A teasing gleam dances across that tanned tomboy’s bright blue-green eyes. “And is tha’ a crime~?” She playfully asks, the very tips of her nimble fingers glancing across Thea’s thighs.

The noble girl dryly stares Beryl down. “Depending on how she does it, yes. Very much so.”

“Rrrgh...” That rumbling growl reverberates through the barbarian’s back and body. “No want Mate to leave...” Having voiced her opinion, Khalia tightens her hug and returns to her nibbling... though that slowly shifts into outright gnawing. Luckily, Krvavy’s Base Armour is high enough to prevent her tusks and her teeth from leaving any permanent marks.

“I wouldn’t be going anywhere for... roughly two weeks. Probably closer to three, really. And that is if I decided to take the job.” The Drakling does her best to not grimace in discomfort as she tries to reassure her precious puppy. A subdued sigh of relief escapes past her pale lips when the clingy Were-Beast’s grip loosens up enough that her ribs are no longer in immediate danger of being crushed.

Beryl’s touch slowly trails over the ridges of the rigid rod she loves so much, stopping so close to the top of its turgid tip. She gives that swollen cockhead an affectionate squeeze before her hand ever so slightly drops down, fingers forming a tight seal just beneath its flared crown. “Aye~,” a teasing smile plays at her lips as she focuses her casual caresses on that sensitive spot. “And Ah’d bet tha’ our dearest love ‘ere’d use those weeks ta make up fer the time she’d be away~.”

A shuddering wave of blissful pleasure rolls through the Drakling’s very being. She does her best to ignore her growing lust – a job barely made easier by having gotten off just a few minutes ago – and tries to get the conversation back on track. “I’ll... definitely look into that, Inanna. But...” her lips twist down into a faint frown, “even if I find something, that doesn’t mean I’ll be able to get it. I can’t imagine that that sort of thing would be cheap...”

“Mhm.” The Dwarf nods in understanding. “Don’t worry about making such a purchase right away. Do keep it in mind though.”

“Of course.” Krvavy nods back.

Beryl’s caramel coloured cheek presses against her barbaric lover’s bicep. Unable to help herself, she plants a soft kiss atop those black scales, her dexterous fingers continuing to squeeze and caress that sensitive spot near the tip of her Draconic lover’s dick. “Wha’ about ya, sweetie~?”

“Eeiiie?!” Adeline jumps in her seat as she finds everyone’s attention suddenly turning her way. That the Elf addressed her in a rather lewd tone definitely hasn’t helped. Her shoulders slump as she tries to make herself even smaller than she already is, hiding behind the massive stuffed bunny just barely being held in her arms.

“Would ya be alright wit’ Krvavy goin’ out and doin’ tha’ job fer the Countess?” Beryl’s voice grows softer as she, very gently, verbally prods the tiny and incredibly timid blonde. “Even if she’d be gone fer a month?”

The Halfling peeks past her oversized plushy, looking adorably nervous with those big hazel-brown eyes of hers opened wide. “I-I-I-I-I... I d-d-don’t kn-know...” She deflates a little, buckling beneath that very small amount of pressure. “I-I... I’d mi-mi-miss Krvavy... And wh-wh-what if-if...!” She suddenly gasps, panicked fear filling what can be seen of her face. “WhatifIneedherhelpwithmyh-h-h-he-hea-heat?!”

“Sweetie, it’s alright,” the tanned tomboy tenderly reassures the tiny blonde, going so far as to let go of Krvavy’s cock so that she can lean towards Adeline instead. “We only just ‘elped ya wit’ tha’, and it’ll be some more time until ya need ta deal wit’ it again. So ya will be alright.”

“Mm. Actually,” Inanna begins to think aloud, apparently oblivious to the warning look that Beryl has levelled at her. “Adeline was able to last roughly one and a half months between leaving her family and succumbing to her heat. And if we were to assume that each bout of heat is equally, or close to equally, spaced out... Then we should expect the next flareup to happen at or around the time that Krvavy would be arriving in Raseyne, were she to take this job.”

The colour drains from Adeline’s round face as she slowly sinks back down behind her plushy. A quiet, nearly silent, ‘eeeeee’ is all that can be heard as she disappears.

Inanna pauses. Her thick, coal-black brow furrows as she just now seems to realize that her words served only to heap even more stress onto the poor girl. “But that heavily relies on the assumption that a Halflings heat cycle is rather regular,” the Dwarf adds, trying to ease Adeline’s worries. “Which may not be the case, especially with the many factors that feed into it. For instance, the merchants that Adeline travelled with were all male, which likely exacerbated and accelerated her descent into heat. Similarly, the rather sexual lifestyle that our Krvavy lives could have had a similar, if not even greater, effect. Thus, Krvavy’s previous and potentially future absence could result in a longer period of time that needs to pass before Adeline’s heat returns.”

“Either way,” Beryl struggles to keep the annoyance out of her voice as she gives Inanna some serious side eye. “Both myself and Thea’ll be ‘ere ta ‘elp ya out if ya need it, sweetie.”

The silver-blonde brat scowls slightly, but doesn’t refute that.

“Perhaps Krvavy could try preemptively sating her heat before leaving?” The socially inept shortstack helpfully suggests. “That may push it back and delay it enough for her return. Or it may do the opposite...”

“Ach.” The tomboyish Elf shakes her head and slowly exhales. “Adeline, dear. Sweetie.” Beryl’s soft words coax the Halfling out of hiding. Well, not entirely, but at least enough for their eyes to meet. “It doesn’t look like ya’ll really need ta worry about all o’ this anyway. Krvavy isn’t all tha’ enthusiastic about goin’, and more o’ us seem ta be against ‘er leavin’ than fer it.” Her shoulders slump and relief fills her weary voice. “So –”

“Um, excuse me?!” Thea rather indignant crosses her arms, lifting her chin and glaring down at the presumptuous Elf. “You have not heard what I think of that seductress’ offer!”

Beryl visibly resists the urge to sigh, looking increasingly tired as she leans back against her Draconic lover’s body. “We can all guess ‘ow ya feel about it, but if ya want ta ‘url insults, or wha’ever, then go ahead...”

“Hmph! Do you think that I am against Krvavy taking that ‘job’?” The bratty noble sneers at that tomboy. “Well, you would be wrong!”

Inanna tilts her head to the side. “Really?”

“Yes!” Thea reaches down and swats Beryl’s hand away from Krvavy’s cock. Her squishy thighs give that stiffened shaft a soft squeeze before beginning to move, slowly lifting her hips up and positioning herself at the very tip of the Drakling’s dick. “Hnn~!” She can’t help but moan a little as her lower lips spread open around that thick cockhead. Her body shudders beautifully as she lowers back down, a noticeable bulge appearing on her belly as she settles back into her fiancée’s lap, staying seated sidesaddle with that strong arm serving as a backrest.

“Would you care to explain your reasoning?” Inanna calmly asks, acting as if that brat didn’t just skewer herself on a cock much thicker than either of their wrists.

“Mnnh~! It is quite si–ihmm~–mple!” Thea slowly rolls her hips around, forwards and back and side to side, as she makes herself comfortable once more. She leans back into the crook of Krvavy’s arm, quivering slightly as the stiff shaft fights to keep her upright. “I am of noble birth,” the bratty girl’s voice wavers slightly as she crosses her arms just beneath her bare breasts. “I am not an idiot. I may n–nhho~–ot have the highest opinion of this Countess, bu–uhh~–t I still know the importance of – hhnn~! – of making connections!”

“Oh?” Beryl quirks her brow and meets the arrogant brat’s soft-blue gaze. Her roaming hand finds a new target now that the Drakling’s dick is unavailable. “My, ‘ow mature o’ ya.” The faintest bit of a teasing tone can be heard in the Elf’s voice as she softly strokes Thea’s thighs, fingers threatening to graze against the girl’s spread slit.

“Mock me all you want, ha-ahh-ag~!” A scowl fills the silver-blonde brat’s face as her insult gets distorted by a pleasured moan. “I am willing to put our shared future ahead of my own desi-iihhr-res.”

“I... I think you’re expecting a lot more from this job than what it really is.” Krvavy idly speaks up, shuddering slightly as her fiancée’s perfect pussy lovingly squeezes down around her inhuman length. “It’s ju–”

“Nonsense!” The bratty noble rolls her eyes, cutting Krvavy off with a scoffed shout. “You have been offered the position of bodyguard to one of, if not the most powerful and influential women in the region! Tha–aAhht~! That the Countess wants you of all people to have that job, even if for only a single trip, is – hnng~! – a sign of trust!”

Inanna brings a hand up to her chin, elbow pressing into her thick thigh. “Mm. Thea does have a point.” The grey-skinned Dwarf hums in agreement. “Even if you do not go out of your way to network, you will still catch the eye of many influential people simply due to your proximity and apparent closeness to the Countess. Which could be beneficial even beyond your pursuit for revenge against the Duke. And speaking of,” Inanna’s thick eyebrows knit together, “perhaps you should have inquired as to his presence at this ‘council’? I doubt that you left enough of an impression to be recognized, especially when clad in whatever armour the Countess will provide, but the chance of that happening is still an important consideration to make when deciding whether you should take the job or not.”

Krvavy slowly exhales, doing her best to ignore the gentle pleasures assailing her mind. The firm green-skinned breasts squishing into her back, the tusked teeth gnawing and slobbering on her shoulder, the lithe tomboy cuddled so close to her, the pert tits pressed against her side, the beautiful brat settled in her lap... Not to mention the busty shortstack sitting across from her, putting those titanic tits on full display, or the adorable Halfling hiding off to the side...

“We... don’t really need to decide on this right now.” The Drakling takes the easy way out, pushing that decision off into the future. “I still have quite some time before I... haahh... before I would need to leave, so...”

“Aye, wha’ a wonderful idea.” Beryl sagely nods, acting rather serious despite the fact that her thumb is leisurely circling Thea’s clit. “Tha’ way we’ll be able ta straighten out any issues and decide if it is really worth all tha’ time apart.” An almost imperceptible tinge of tension underlines the Elf’s words.

Inanna’s intense copper-orange eyes turn to the side, looking towards the partially unpacked backpacks still resting on the ground... before glancing back at the incredibly casual sexual act being performed right in front of her. “I suppose that now is not the time to put away the cookware, ingredients, and everything else that you brought home, my Ushumgal?”

“Of co–ooouhhrshe nohht~!” Thea’s voice slurs as blissful ecstasy wracks her body, her convulsing cunt clenching around Krvavy’s cock with a desperate need. “I – hnnnhh~...! I am not giving up my seat so... so soon after taking it~!”

“Mm.” Inanna looks completely unsurprised by that entirely predictable response. “Speaking of seats... You had mentioned wanting to turn the other half of our bedroom, the area beyond the fireplace, into something ‘more comfortable’. Would you care to elaborate on that, Thea?”

A slightly incredulous look flashes across the brat’s beautifully flushed face. Her soft-blue eyes, which are beginning to grow hazy from pleasure, narrow at the Dwarf who seems intent on dragging out this conversation.

A Dwarf who simply tilts her head to the side, expectantly waiting for an answer. “Well?”

“Hnngh~...!” The silver-blonde noble girl involuntarily moans, struggling to stifle the various lewd sounds escaping past her parted lips.

That serious shortstack simply stares at the blissful brat, not even slightly surprised by what she sees. “Since she is clearly in no position to speak, I –”

“I’m f-ff-fiiiiiine~!” Euphoric ecstasy distorts Thea’s attempt at speech, her voice peaking alongside her pleasure. Her pliable rear grinds into the Drakling’s lap as she shudders and shakes and shivers so blissfully. One of her arms drops down from where they’re poutily crossed, palm pressing atop the prominent bulge on her belly. “Ihh’mnnh ffffffiiiiiihnne~!” She shudders and squirms as sweet juices squirt past the stiff shaft speared into her sopping slit.

“– I will speak for her, as best I can.” Inanna continues after a few seconds, having waited just long enough for the brat to quiet down a bit. “We no longer spend as much time up here as we used to, my Ushumgal, especially when you are not around. The fire up here is no longer for cooking, nor is the area around it for eating. Thus, what used to be the center of our home now stands barren and empty. Thea’s rather simple solution is to furnish it. To turn the space into a lounge or a proper living room. That way we will have somewhere other than our bed to sit and relax. Something better than these stools, which can be a bit... precarious... when trying to cuddle or sit close together.”

The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes pointedly trail over the odd arrangement of stools that allow for the Were-Beast to cling onto the barbarian’s back while Beryl presses into her side.

“Was the brat really complainin’ about tha’?” The tomboyish Elf asks, a teasing glint in her eyes as she glances at the girl in question. “We already ‘ave a great big bed tha’ we can lounge about on. Is tha’ not enough fer ‘er~?”

“I waas nnnnnhhot com–cummmming~!–complaaaainnnihhngh~!” Thea’s slurred defence wouldn’t be believable even if she was composed and completely coherent. They are all far too familiar with her to know that she complains all the time, about even the most meaningless of things.

Krvavy bites down onto the inside of her cheek with enough force for it to genuinely hurt, though not quite enough to deal any damage. That flash of pain is all that keeps the Drakling from filling her fiancée’s womb with a thick load of creamy cum. A part of her desperately wants to give in, to bask in blissful ecstasy alongside her princess, but she also feels like she has to at least try to follow along with the conversation. Even if that is getting progressively more difficult...

Beryl impishly grins, taking pleasure in the noble girl’s increasingly dishevelled state. Though, to be fair, Thea has been reduced to quivering mess rather easily. Especially since she is pretty much just sitting on the Drakling’s dick, shuddering and grinding on it but hardly moving up and down.

“Well,” the Wood Elf casually grabs onto one of Thea’s trembling thighs as she gets back on topic, “Ah suppose tha’ is just another job fer Krvavy ta ‘andle.” Her hand aimlessly caresses the brat’s supple skin, slowly moving back and forth as if she were simply petting a cat or a dog. “Not tha’ our dearest love already ‘as enough on ‘er plate, or anythin’~.”

“Mm. It is also a job for you.” Inanna plainly points out. “The seats will need cushions, after all.”

The Wood Elf woman simply shrugs. “Ach, tha’ is easy. Ah’d just need ta transplant some moss from our bed and leave it ta grow.”

“Hnnghhh~!” Thea’s fingers frantically rub at her needy clit as her other hand gropes and kneads one of her soft tits. Her love tunnel convulses and constricts around Krvavy’s colossal cock, her undulating insides desperately squeezing and stroking that sizable shaft, attempting to milk out its virile seed.

“Mmm... I suppose that we should ask if Krvavy has anything else planned.” Inanna idly muses. “The next two to three weeks may already be rather busy for her, depending on if she were to accept that job offer or not: there is much that should be done before leaving for over a months time.”

“Well, my dearest love~?” Beryl’s cooing voice is hardly audible over the silver-blonde brat’s shaky moans. “Do ya ‘ave anythin’ ta say before losin’ yerself ta pleasure~?”

Krvavy bites her bottom lip as her hazy eyes meet the busty shortstack’s expectant gaze. “I – hahhh~!” Her mind is awash with waves of ecstasy, each one threatening to wipe away the last of her cognizance. “I hhaven’t – mnhh~! – levelled up in – ahhhn~! – a while...” Forcing those words past her lips is a herculean task, one which the barbarian barely succeeds at.

The Dwarf nods her head. “Reasonable. You –”

“Ach, enough o’ this farce.” The Wood Elf interrupts Inanna, rather sharply clicking her tongue. “Our dearest love isn’t in any state ta ‘old a conversation, so stop wastin’ yer breath and... come shove yer tits in ‘er face instead~.”

The busty shortstack simply raises a single thick eyebrow. She holds that position for a few seconds, before shrugging and stepping forwards. She isn’t anywhere near tall enough to engulf Krvavy’s face in her vast expanse of cleavage, not even with the Drakling sitting down on a fairly short stool, so she instead does the next best thing and rests those titanic tits of hers into the noble girl’s lap.

That added weight draws a sharp moan from the brat. And the pair of huge, puffy nipples so nearly pressing into the barbarian’s buff belly heightens her pleasure as well. If just from their warmth, from the knowledge that those titanic tits are close enough to touch...

“It wouldn’t be right ta leave ya out o’ this, sweetie.” Beryl softly addresses the Halfling, slowly slipping her hand from between Thea’s thighs and the Dwarf’s more than bountiful breasts. “So why don’t ya come over ‘ere and join in wit’ all this cuddling~? Or, if tha’ is too much fer ya, then ‘ow about ya ‘old Krvavy’s ‘and~? It’s not doin’ anythin’ other than ‘oldin’ onta me, and Ah don’t mind sharin’ wit’ ya~.”

“Eeeeeiiii...” Adeline’s squeak grows increasingly nervous as she shakily rises to her feet. The tiny blonde gives her giant plushy one last look before scurrying over towards the clingy pile that all the others have already joined.