First Night on the Road

Authors Note: I've updated Rina's image slightly, moving her hips up a little to make her torso look a bit more naturally proportioned. It's not perfect, but is better than before.

Krvavy rolls her shoulders and looks up at the sky. The twinkling stars are starting to become visible as the sun falls beneath the horizon.

It’s a pretty nice sight. Though it would be better without the lingering scent of horses hanging in the air...

“Quite the weapon you have there.”

Krvavy turns towards the source of that voice.

Standing just a few paces away is a knight, his visor raised and a friendly smile gracing his clean-shaven face. “Pardon me, I’m Piotr.” He bows his head slightly and holds out a hand.

“Krvavy.” The Drakling returns, shifting her axe over to her left before clasping the man’s offered hand and giving it an ever so slightly awkward shake. “Yours is pretty nice too. A lot fancier than mine.”

The knight almost absentmindedly glances at his ornate and decorated halberd. It is rather reasonably sized, with both a crescent axehead and dagger-like back spike that are not overly large or thick. The long and pointy needle of a spearhead reaches up to around Krvavy’s eye level as the metal cap on the far end of its haft rests flat on the ground.

“I suppose so,” Piotr shrugs, “though this is fairly standard around here: the Countess is quite generous in providing armaments to her men. But I understand that your weapon is your own?”

“Yup, completely and utterly mine.” Krvavy replies, smiling in amusement as she tells the truth. Its a Soulbound weapon, after all, so it is hers more than anything mundane could ever be.

“Does it function as a staff, with that foci at its tip?” The knight wonders, staring at the crystalline spearhead.

“Yeah, though the whole thing is really an axe first and foremost. The crystal does help with channelling and storing mana, but I can also stab with it just fine. Even if it is a bit... top heavy.”

“Perhaps we can spar tomorrow, when we stop for lunch?” The knight suggests, a hopeful tinge in his voice as he looks the large weapon up and down, almost ignoring Krvavy’s presence to do so.

“Sure, sounds like it could be fun.” It’d definitely be a nice break from Vera... “Tsk.” The barbarian clicks her tongue. Speak, or think, of the devil... “Looks like I’m needed elsewhere. Night.”

Krvavy rests her axe over a shoulder and immediately begins walking off.

“Yes, goodnight.” Piotr idly calls back, not sounding particularly bothered by the barbarian’s sudden departure.

The nearly two dozen carriages that make up this convoy have all been arranged into a layered circle. Pretty good for security, but it also makes it hard to tell which carriage is which. Especially since most of them are completely identical on the outside.

Luckily, Vera is standing in the doorway of one, glaring hatefully as she gestures for the Drakling to come over.

“Hahhh...” Krvavy sighs. It is only the first day and she has honestly had enough of that girl.

Sure, Vera is cute and has the bratty energy that Krvavy likes, but... She is just so hostile and cold. Not a particularly pleasant person to spend a lot of time around. And it really doesn’t help that she is terrible to play board games with. Not because she is bad – quite the opposite really, even if her moves can be a bit predictable – but because she is a sore loser and a sore winner. She just sucks the fun out... well, everything.

“The Countess requests your presence.” The albino maid coldly states, glaring through her glasses with such an intensity that it is almost as if she is trying to kill Krvavy with her eyes. Which wouldn’t be out of character for her.

Vera steps aside, clicking the door shut behind the barbarian.

Thmp. Thhh.

Krvavy places her Soulbound weapon on the ground and slides it under the couch. It feels a bit odd to store her axe like this, but the thing is rather large and cumbersome. So there are really not all that many places for it to go, unless she wanted to strap it onto the outside of the carriage...

The maid grumpily and impatiently herds Krvavy towards the Countess’ chamber.

“Hhahhh...” Rina dramatically sighs out, laying back on her opulent bed. Her beautiful and vibrantly pink skin contrasts with the lacy black lingerie clinging tightly to her alluring hourglass figure. “Such a long day... Now though, we finally have a chance to –” The elegant half-Elf abruptly cuts herself off. “Vera, dear, where do you think you are going?”

Vera freezes in the doorway, halfway through pulling it shut with her on the other side. “My Lady...?” She hesitantly questions her Countess, cheeks flushing as she tries not to look directly at the lewdly dressed noblewoman.

“Come here.” The Countess of Raseyne orders, her tone regal and firm even as a warm smile plays at her painted lips. Her amethyst eyes glimmer with amusement as the door is softly shut. “Now now, no need to be shy~.”

The albino’s normally snow-white face is a rich crimson colour as she makes her way up to the head of the bed. She audibly gasps as Rina’s fingers touch and then trail along her chin, shuddering as her parted lips are swiftly claimed by her Lady. A thin string of saliva connects their mouths as the Countess pulls back far sooner than Vera would have liked. “M-my Lady...!” She stammers in embarrassment as her white bangs are brushed aside and a kiss is left on her forehead.

“Now, Vera, dear~...” Rina pauses for a moment, leaving a third kiss on her maid’s flushed cheek. “Be a doll and~...” Her lips brush against the albino’s reddened ear, whispering so quietly that not a sound can be heard, “help your coworker remove all of her armour, would you~?”

Krvavy lightly shakes her head, snapping out of the daze that this show left her in. “Oh, that’s not nece–” She quickly shuts up as the Countess gives her a stern look.

Vera scowls, glaring at Krvavy. But she isn’t one to argue with her Lady. So, with an immense amount of ****, she pulls away from Rina and all but stomps her way back towards the barbarian. Her pale pink eyes narrow behind the lenses of her glasses as her gloved hands grab at the overlapping plates that cover Krvavy’s arm.

Not wanting to cause any problems or start a fight, the Drakling does her best to remove her own armour without getting in Vera’s way. Which is easier said than done. Even just bending down a little seems to bother that bratty maid... Which is a pretty big problem when they seem to just be placing the various pieces onto the floor. Krvavy doesn’t want to just drop these relatively thick metal plates...

Vera’s pale lips, smudged slightly black from her kiss with the Countess, press together into a thin pouty line. She winces a little as her finger gets pinched between the front and back parts of the barbarian’s breastplate.

Krvavy sheepishly stops her slight shuffling, staying still so that the bratty maid can free herself.

Anger, annoyance, and of course hate quickly fill Vera’s face. There is a very, very, small tear along the seam of her silken glove.

It is quite the struggle for Krvavy to keep herself from smiling. Not because she is happy about what just happened, but because it is kind of hard to take the albino girl seriously with those black lipstick marks decorating her snow-white skin. They just stand out too much and make Vera’s pout look way too... adorable.

Without a word, Vera turns and steps towards the wardrobe, kneeling down and opening a drawer near the bottom.

The Drakling quietly sighs out in relief as she reaches beneath her arm and unclasps the straps holding her breastplate in place. She pauses briefly, watching Vera take off that slightly ripped glove. The albino maid’s hand is pale, smooth, and... oddly perfect. Her hand, her skin, is devoid of wrinkles and blemishes. There are barely any details on it beyond her glassy fingernails and... a ridge on her wrist, barely visible in the sleeve of her dress.

Krvavy quickly looks away, trying to hide the fact that she was staring, even if only for a second or two. She peels her breastplate off and carefully places it down on the ground. The fur padding in that thing is quite comfortable, but... it is still nice to have her tits free and unsquished once again.

“Hmph.” Vera pushes the drawer shut. A new glove, completely identical to the first, covers her hand. And presumably half her forearm, seeing how long the previous one was.

The barbarian does her best to ignore the bratty maid, trying instead to focus on removing the various pieces of armour that cover her legs. But Krvavy can’t quite forget what she just saw. That ridge looked like it led into a joint. A round, mechanical joint.

Is Vera missing a hand? An arm?

The Countess definitely has the resources to replace such a thing. She said so herself on Krvavy’s last trip to Raseyne, with Beryl. Another one of her maids – Lydia? No, Lynda – has prosthetic legs, hence why the girl was so clumsy. And Vera was supposedly the one who helped her fellow maid ‘get used to them’...

“Stop wagging your tail.” The albino coldly orders, trying to deal with the armour that covers that meaty thing. Disdain fills her face, pale pink eyes narrowed into hateful slits behind the thick lenses of her glasses. Though the fact that her pinkish-white lips, slightly flushed cheek, and pale forehead all still have black smudged kiss marks on them makes it hard to take that hate seriously.

“Vera, dear, be kind.” The Countess speaks up, an inscrutable look in her amethyst eyes as she casually watches on from her bed. “Your coworker here is likely just excited for what is to come. I know that you are~.”

A deep red hue fills the maid’s cheeks once more. She glares at Krvavy, as if the barbarian is to blame for that.

Krvavy gently shakes her head and removes her fairly fancy loincloth, dropping it to the ground and leaving her standing at the foot of Rina’s bed wearing just the skimpy underwear that was beneath it. That too soon joins her armour on the ground.

A cold, tingling sensation travels across Krvavy’s skin and scales. She suppresses an exasperated sigh. This isn’t the first time today that Krvavy has had a cleaning spell cast on her without any warning and completely unprompted. This rude maid is very... passive aggressive. And actively aggressive.

“Krvavy, Vera~. Come here, the both of you~.” Rina’s melodic voice is warm and almost teasing as she beckons both barbarian and albino towards her. “My dear Vera~,” the Countess’ thumb brushes over the lipstick mark she left on her maid’s cheek. “Will you be a doll and help me this eve~?”

The maid lightly bites her pouty lip, glaring towards Krvavy out of the corner of her eyes. “Yes, my Lady...” She quietly responds, nodding her head.

“Wonderful~! Please, fetch our toys from the drawer~. And you~...” Rina’s amethyst gaze locks onto Krvavy, smoky black lashes fluttering seductively. “Make yourself comfortable~.”

With a degree of awkwardness, the Drakling crawls across the bed and settles down within an arms reach of the Countess, sitting on her knees. Krvavy’s cock, semi-hard just from the sight of such a beautiful half-Elf, twitches slightly as it and her hefty sack rest atop her toned thighs.

A small, decorated wooden case is placed onto the bed. Vera’s gloved fingers nimbly unclasp the silver locks and lift the lid up. Nestled within the box, set into a layer of silken purple padding, is a white-gold dildo with a clear gem set into its base. And beside that rest two large rings of differing sizes.

“Do these look familiar to you~?” Rina playfully asks, smiling coquettishly.

The larger of the rings, with the four white gems spread equally around its band, is indeed familiar. It is the magical pseudo-pussy that she and Rina had used before. The other, notably smaller, silver ring with weaving geometric patterns and absolutely no gems on it does seem to be new though.

Of course, neither of those are what has caught Krvavy’s attention. No, that would be the dildo. It is, quite obviously, a copy of her cock. If an imperfect one: the six ridges and flared cockhead are a little more rounded and smoothed than in reality. And, of course, it has also been scaled down to a more reasonable, though still rather large, size.

“I hope that you do not mind the liberty I took in having this recreation of your penis made.” The Countess’ voice is steady and serious, losing its previous teasing tone. “If you find it objectionable, then I can have it melted down and destroyed after our journey. Or even after tonight, if it truly offends you.”

Krvavy lightly shakes her head. “No, its fine. I was just a bit surprised, that’s all. You can, uh...” A bit of colour fills her cheeks as she awkwardly drums her fingers on soft bed sheet. “You can keep it. I... don’t mind.”

Rina smiles thankfully, though the warmth in her expression quickly turns lewd and teasing as she trails a single delicate finger along the ridged length of that white-gold dildo. “Hahh~... What a shame it is that I had not gotten such a toy made earlier~. I am sure that Beryl and I could have had quite the fun time with this during your last visit~.”

The Drakling tilts her head. “I take it that, uh, that it has some hidden features? Or is it just...?”

“Patience, patience, my Draconic paramour~.” Rina’s amethyst eyes glimmer with amusement as her finger hooks into the smaller of the two rings. “This too is a surprise~. Hold your guesses now~.”

The albino maid’s ever-present scowl grows even more intense as her Lady leans towards the barbarian.

Krvavy’s cock twitches as the Countess’ breath softly brushes against its swollen tip.

“Mwah~...!” A black imprint of Rina’s lips is left atop the flared crown of that girthy cockhead. “Let me slip it on for you~.”

“Hhh!” Krvavy sharply inhales as the cold metal ring encircles her hot and needy tip, slowly slipping further down her shaft. The woven geometric patterns covering that band shift, gaining and losing knots as the ring conforms to her girth. The metal expands as it climbs each ridge and contracts as it makes it past them.

The snug ring soon presses against her pelvis, nestled firmly around the root of her cock. The metal remains rather cool... But, much like its tightness, not unpleasantly so. Its coolness puts her nerves on edge, heightening each little sensation that her shaft is experiencing.

“Wonderful~. Now... Vera~?”

The maid jumps slightly, snapping to attention. It takes a second for her to realize just what her Lady wants. A surge of redness fills the albino’s cheeks as she reach forwards, gloved fingers glancing over vibrant pink skin. She closes her pale eyes and carefully begins to pull Rina’s lacy panties down past the swell of the Countess’ ass and hips.

Rina smiles as she moves to make that an easier task for her obedient maid. Her legs lift up, black stockings squishing into her supple thighs.

Vera’s eyes shoot open as she hears the quiet click of the Countess’ bra being unclasped. She shudders, taking in the sight of her Lady’s almost entirely bare body. Only Rina’s limbs are covered in a soft silken fabric, which serves only to highlight the half Moon Elf’s beauty.

Handing her bra to the maid, Rina grabs the inactive pseudo-pussy and Drakling styled dildo out of the wooden box. “Be a doll and place those aside.” Almost casually, she tosses the large band towards Krvavy. “You know how to use this~. Though please do hold off on doing so just yet. I know that I have already made you wait so long for relief – and for that I do apologize – but for tonight~... Tonight, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself~. Treat this eve as you would a day at the spa~. Albeit one far, far more sexual than the norm~!”

Krvavy slowly and deeply inhales. “Alright.” She breathes out, struggling to not stare at Rina’s bare breasts. They are just so... perfectly shaped... Large and alluring. She really wants to get her hands on them and – “Haah~!”

The Countess’ thick lashes flutter as her half-lidded eyes meet the Drakling’s gaze. Her delicate little tongue pushes past her painted lips, lightly touching the very tip of the white-gold dildo.

A gentle wave of pleasure spreads out from that very same spot on Krvavy’s cock. It feels as if a tongue is slowly licking at her tip, exactly matching Rina’s teasing actions. She can even feel fingers wrapped around her shaft, matching the placement of this half-Elf’s hand.

“Do you see the surprise now~?” Rina gently blows air onto the metallic toy, smiling as she sees the shudder that draws out. “Previously, I had the opportunity to experience, to some degree, what it would be like to have your truly colossal cock inside of me~. Tonight~,” the dildos recreated cockhead is pressed against her flushed skin, slowly travelling down through the valley between her titillating tits. “Tonight... shall be a reversal of what we have done before~. You will be able to experience the pleasures of my regal pussy squeezing around your girth~. An honour none before you have had~.”

The Drakling lightly chews on the inside of her cheek. Lust, pure and unfiltered, fills her hungry eyes. Her needy cock twitches and throbs as the dildo trails down Rina’s slim but soft belly. She can feel the warmth of this noblewoman’s pussy as the white-gold recreation of her rod trails over that plush pink slit.

“Mnhh~...” The Countess moans as her lower lips kiss at that metallic toy. She presses it ever so slightly into herself, teasing the idea of it – of Krvavy’s cock – entering her most precious of places. “I must admit~,” she angles the white-gold rod upwards, gently grinding its very tip against her little clit. “I do not take much pleasure in playing with such toys as this~. Not on my lonesome, at least~.”

Krvavy blinks in surprise as, without warning, Rina holds the dildo out towards Vera.

The albino maid mirrors the Drakling’s surprise, her pale pink eyes going wide in shock.

“No, I much prefer for someone else to use such a toy on me~. It is simply more fun that way~. Don’t you agree~?”

Vera’s whole face burns a bright red as she stares at her Lady, pinkish-white lips parted slightly. She quivers faintly, failing to find her words.

“Be a doll and do this for me~?” Rina’s melodic voice drips with love and affection as she grabs her maid’s gloved hand, gently wrapping the girl’s fingers around the metallic shaft. “Now, I know you just love to stand by and watch,” she teases her blushing albino, “but is this not better than that~? To be involved~? For you to provide us – to provide me – our pleasures this eve~?”

Krvavy is as conflicted as Vera seems to be. Perhaps even more, as the maid’s resolve is quickly crumbling under the Countess’ gentle insistence. She just... isn’t quite sure how to feel about Vera joining in. They do not get along all that well, and this will not fix that. If anything, it’ll make their ‘relationship’ even more awkward and uncomfortable...

The maid’s fingers tighten around the metallic shaft, her thumb brushing over a sculpted ridge.

The barbarian bites her bottom lip as that sensation sends shivers through her shaft. A soft and smooth, quite literally silken, touch glides across her sensitive length. “Hhh~...”

Vera suddenly freezes, snapping out of her daze and realizing just what it is that she is holding. Disgust blossoms across her face, mingling with the myriad of other emotions that fill her flushed skin. She closes her eyes.

“Well~?”

“Anything for you, my Lady...” A degree of **** fills Vera’s voice. Her downcast eyes open again as she takes a moment to straighten her glasses and dress, before gently kneeling down beside the bed. She pointedly avoids looking at the Drakling.

Rina reaches a hand out and gives her obedient maid a soft pat on the head, lightly tussling the girl’s straight bangs. “Good girl~...” Her quiet, cooing words cause Vera to visibly shudder. “Tomorrow~. You will be rewarded tomorrow, my doll~... My toy~.”

The maid looks up at her Lady. Her pale, pouty lips twitch and ever so faintly curl upwards.

With utmost care and duty, the white-gold rod is moved between the Countess’ parted thighs. Its sculpted tip presses into her puffy mound, gliding and rubbing over her slick and sensitive skin. “Mhhhmn~...”

Krvavy jumps slightly as Rina’s delicate hand grabs onto her own. Amethyst eyes, playful and affectionate, gaze directly into her own emerald pair. Her heart flutters and her cheeks burn as an almost inappropriately intimate air surrounds the three of them.

A warm wetness soon engulfs the entirety of the Drakling’s dick, even as it remains completely dry save for the trickling stream of pre leaking from its tip. It... is a mildly disorientating feeling. But as long as she focuses on the feelings and not her actual cock...

“Mhhh~... Yes~...” Rina gently, and elegantly, moans as her pussy is slowly spread open by the invading toy.

A tight embrace, burning hot and delightfully slick, engulfs the very tip of Krvavy’s cock. She can feel the beautiful half-Elf’s swollen labia part around her girthy cockhead. She can feel the Countess’ soft and luxurious folds cling to its flared girth. She can feel the warmth of Rina’s love tunnel beckoning her deeper and deeper.

It almost feels real.

The layered sensations weaken the illusion. The stiff and solid nature of the white-gold dildo make it easy to tell what is and isn’t real if she truly focuses. Her cock, were it actually inside the Countess, would be getting squished and compressed, even if only a little. As stiff as her shaft may be, it isn’t made of metal.

But... that isn’t to say that this experience isn’t enjoyable. That it doesn’t feel good. Pleasure is pleasure, regardless of its source.

“Yesh~... Like tha–ahht~! Dear~...!” Rina openly moans, her voice slurring slightly as her maid diligently guides the dildo deeper and deeper. The gentle, leisurely pace is... relaxing. Lovely.

And torturous.

Krvavy’s breathing grows ragged and impatient. Each thrust, every single movement no matter how small, is deliberate. Methodological. Vera is entirely focused on pleasuring the Countess. On grinding this rod against the pink-skinned half-Elf’s most sensitive of spots. That the maid’s gloved thumb is caressing and rubbing Rina’s clit further proves that.

And while Krvavy doesn’t mind that in principle... She is rather pent up. It has been days, a week even, since she has last gotten off. Travelling by foot, and hurrying as well, had kept her occupied and distracted. But the relative boredom of spending all day with Vera only exacerbated her frustration.

It may be greedy and selfish, but Krvavy wants more, more –!

“Yessh~! Vera~! Love~! YESHHHNGHHN~!” Rina’s delicate fingers tighten their grip on the Drakling’s hand. Her pink skin flushes as her thick thighs quiver and shake, threatening to clasp down around her maid. “YHHHGHSHH~!” Her lewd moans come out as hissing gasps, bare breasts heaving with each noise she makes. Her hips buck, desperately trying to **** more of that white-gold toy inside of her.

Pleasure assails the Drakling’s dick. She can feel Rina’s love tunnel clinging to her cock, caressing and convulsing around her stiff shaft. But she can also feel the feel warm air on her unsheathed length. She can feel the steady stream of pre dribbling down the underside of her cock.

The ridged rod, the real one, throbs impatiently. Her sack feels heavy, more so than usual. She is so, so very close...

“Hhaaahhhh~...!” The Countess slumps slightly, leaning into Krvavy’s side. Her head rests against the barbarian’s shoulder, long raven-black locks of hair falling over the bigger woman’s scale covered arm. “Haaaahhhhh~... Ap...apologies, where are my manners~...?” Rina gazes up at Krvavy, her half-lidded amethyst eyes filled with arousal as a moan underlines her every word. “Here I am, enjoying myself and neglecting you, my Draconic paramour~.”

Krvavy shudders, struggling to hold herself back. A ****, burning, need is consuming her very being. Her huge, hard cock twitches, its swollen and engorged tip bobbing up and down in the air.

“Sshhhh, now~...” Rina softly and teasingly coos, her body trembling faintly as the albino maid gently rubs the very tip of the white-gold dildo over the swollen lips of her puffy pussy. “Breathe~... Relax~...” She gives Krvavy’s hand a reassuring squeeze as her other reaches up, delicately wiping away a line of drool dripping past the Drakling’s parted lips. “Do not forget the other toy we have on hand~...”

With an almost frenzied intensity, Krvavy’s gaze snaps down to the soft bed. Resting by her side is the large golden ring with four white gems equally spaced along its band. Before she can even consciously acknowledge its presence, Krvavy is tightly grasping onto the thing as a pleasant silvery glow extends out into a soft cylinder of translucent false-flesh.

“Mhhh~... Excited, are you~?” Rina helps guide the magically projected pseudo-pussy towards the Drakling’s dick, stopping with its slick and gooey entrance hovering just above that needy cockhead. “Want to know what it feels like to have two pussies on your cock~? Well then, my Draconic paramour, go wild~...!”

Krvavy hardly needs permission to do just that. In one smooth motion, she slams the lewd toy down onto her shaft, skewering it in a single violent thrust.

Reacting to her Lady’s desire, Vera perfectly mirrors that maddened movement with the metallic replica clasped in her gloved hand.

“OAAAHHHH~!” The Countess’ gasp is more of a shout. Her elegant and incredibly lewd body spasms as she all but jumps in place. And, in this moment of surprise and ecstasy, she makes a momentous mistake: her delicate fingers involuntarily dig into the softly glowing false-flesh of the toy still clutched in her hand. The toy that is directly connected to her senses. To her own pussy.

The plush mana projection is squished and squeezed around the sizable shaft speared inside of it.

Rina seizes, her spine straightening. The feeling of her love tunnel being grasped so firmly, so tightly, is enough to rekindle her recent orgasm. That the magical pseudo-pussy is constricting around a sizable shaft as it throbs and pulses in need only serves to heighten her pleasure. But what truly fans the faded flames of her desire into an intense inferno is the fact that her actual pussy, regal and technically virginal, is frantically and desperately clenching around a near-perfect copy of Krvavy’s cock.

For all intents and purposes, this exotic noblewoman is being fucked by two identical cocks at the same exact time and in the same exact space. Her nerves flash and tingle as that, understandably, overwhelms her.

“NGHHH~!” A choked moan is drawn past Rina’s parted lips. The air goes thick and heavy as all sounds grow muffled and then cease to be. The magically talented half-Elf thrums with power. Her vibrant eyes shine with a purple light, as does the ever-present gem held against her forehead by a string of onyx beads. Her bright pink skin sends waves of tingling sensations throughout the barbarian’s body, strongest and most intense where her wonderfully soft and vibrant breasts squish into a strong and toned arm.

The energies coalescing within the Countess find an outlet at the end of her own arm.

The pseudo-pussy begins to vibrate at an almost violent pace. Its insides begin to rapidly shift in shape, constantly changing as that tight milking tunnel sprouts ridges and rings and bumps and nubs and tendrils and –

Krvavy can do nothing when faced with such a sudden and intense spike of pleasure. “MGHH~!” She sharply grunts as the feeling of two wet and needy pussies simultaneously surrounding her shaft utterly overwhelms her senses. The magically projected toy could be entirely static and she would still have no chance of resisting such sensations. And so, as it is now, she is left utterly at the mercy of the sheer bliss burning away at her brain.

The Drakling’s heavy sack clenches against her body as thick and virile seed rushes up through her swollen shaft. White static clouds her vision, her perception of reality, as a steady stream of creamy cum rushes forwards, filling the fake womb of this gooey mana projected toy.

Time loses all meaning as the seconds stretch on into an eternity.

The far end of the glowing mana construct swells further and further, its false-flesh pulsing and ballooning out as it is stretched to its limit by a truly prodigious amount of cum. The membrane keeping that virile liquid contained is thin and almost completely transparent.

Just before it looks as if it is going to burst, that swollen orb is dragged down by its own considerable weight, separating from the glowing false-flesh with a slurping pop and dropping onto the bed with an even wetter splat.

The final few squelching spurts of Krvavy’s cock cause another, much smaller, pocket of seed to form at the tip of her dick.

““Hhhhhnhh~...!”” Both barbarian and noblewoman breathe out in unison, shuddering together as even the slightest of movements sends aftershocks jolting through both their bodies. The faintest throb of Krvavy’s semi-hard shaft causes the Countess to weakly gasp and moan. The faintest trembling quiver of Rina’s tight love tunnel causes the Drakling’s muscles to tense up.

It takes a good few minutes of constant rocking aftershocks before either of them can even consider forming even a single coherent word.

“Mhhhhh~...” Rina nuzzles her bright pink cheek into the side of the barbarian’s big bare breasts. Her black painted lips leave a messy smudge mark as she gives that pale-skinned tit a clumsy kiss. “En...enjoy the sho–ohh~! D...dear~?”

Vera is completely and utterly still as she remains kneeling beside the bed. Even her hand is frozen as she holds the white-gold dildo in place, keeping it buried deep inside of her Lady’s precious pussy. Her other arm is out of sight, leading down towards her lap. The smooth snow-white skin that covers her face is almost entirely unrecognizable with how bright a shade of red she is.

“Well~?” Rina asks again, her breathy voice sounding marginally more steady and even. A small pulse of light manifests beside the maid’s head, shifting into the shape of her hand.

A glowing purple copy of the Countess’ delicate index finger softly pokes the albino’s flushed cheek, before gently trailing down beneath the girl’s chin.

Vera’s pale pink eyes are hazy and half-lidded behind the thick lenses of her glasses. Her pouty lips part as she lolls her little tongue out, eagerly accepting a mere magically projected copy of Rina’s thumb into her mouth.

“Mhhhm~...!” Pride and satisfaction oozes from the half-Elf’s moaned hum. “I will take this as a yes~... And you, my Draconic paramour~?”

Krvavy, just barely coming back to her senses, stares down at the Countess’ painted lips. It takes everything she has to avoid leaning down and claiming those beautiful painted lips with a hungry kiss. Enough of her mind has returned for her to remember that that is one of the few boundaries that Rina has set.

“Another ‘yes’~? Rina’s amethyst gaze lowers down, looking directly at the still sizable shaft that the pseudo-pussy toy and her own hand remain firmly on. It twitches, which in turn causes her to shudder. “Or do~... do you still want more~?”

Saving her the need to speak, the Drakling’s flagging dick slowly begins to stiffen back up, swelling with each beat of her heart.

“Hahaha~!” Rina lightly, if weakly, laughs. “I see~...” She softly sighs out. “Then please, let me handle the pace~. I do not have the stamina you quite clearly do~... I have no delusions over being able to withstand such an... intense... experience so soon after the first~.”