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“My dearest love~!” Those joyful and loving words echo throughout the dim cavern. “Ya’re finally back~!”

A certain Dryad, completely and utterly naked as usual, runs along the path towards her Draconic lover. Each jogged step causes her pert tits to bounce and jiggle in a truly mesmerizing way. They may not be large, hardly even a handful each, but that doesn’t matter one bit. Not with how perfectly perky those beautiful boobs are...

“I –” Krvavy shakes her head and glances up towards her sweet berry’s grinning face. “Don’t act like this is a surprise. I told you that we were close to home just a few minutes ago.” She dryly states, idly glancing at the two Far-Speaking rings on her horn. Soon it’ll just be the one there again.

Beryl playfully ignores that reminder. Her caramel coloured skin glistens faintly as she heads straight for... Khalia. “Thank ya fer keeping our dearest love safe~.” She softly coos, reaching a hand up to affectionately cup the Were-Beast’s unobstructed chin. “Such a sweet puppy ya are~...”

Khalia stands tall and proud by her Mate’s side, shaggy tail happily swishing back and forth. Her big toothy grin grows even wider as the slightly damp Dryad gives her a quick kiss.

The Drakling can’t help but feel a little jealous. And not just because she wants a kiss as well... It is pretty obvious that Beryl was just enjoying the hot springs. There are only a few things that Krvavy would like more right now than to sink into the water of those wonderfully hot pools and just relax...

“So this is wha’ yer armour looks like~?” A smile plays at Beryl’s verdant lips as she absentmindedly taps a finger against her lover’s dark metal breastplate. “Not bad, not bad~. Covers a bit much though~.” Her dexterous digits quickly find a much more appealing target to touch, brushing across the barbarian’s bare belly and slowly travelling even further down.

“Yeah, but I don’t need to wear the whole set all at once.” Krvavy does her best to act casual and unbothered by her tanned tomboy’s touchy teasing. Which is much easier said than done. A bit of colour is already filling her cheeks, though luckily her armoured mask does a decent job of hiding that.

“Ah wonder wha’ pieces ya’d keep on~? This one, surely~?” The Dryad circles the large metal ring at the very front of Krvavy’s loincloth, almost threatening the patch of bare skin that it surrounds. Suddenly, and without warning, she pulls back. “Maybe these too~?” She grabs onto both of the barbarian’s hands, looking over those two different yet very similar gauntlets.

The Drakling’s face flushes even further as her sweet berry’s palm presses against her own. Such a shame that she can only on feel that on her right hand...

“Quite the intimidatin’ claws ya ‘ave ‘ere... Sharp and pointy...” The dark pools of Beryl’s eyes glimmer mischievously as they begin to glow a bright blue-green colour. The wood grain texture on her arms grows more pronounced, shifting into thick and bulky bark as her fingers are reshaped into large dagger-like claws. “But mine are better~! Bigger and deadlier~! Don’t ya think, my dearest love~?”

Rather than respond with words, Krvavy simply slips her armoured fingers between those of her Dryad.

A soft green hue tints Beryl’s caramel coloured cheeks as she finds herself holding hands with her dearest love.

“You’re right~,” Krvavy softly breathes out, leaning in towards her tanned tomboy. “Your claws are better~.”

Without wasting even a second, Beryl rises onto the tips of her toes and eagerly mushes her leaf-green lips into the barbarian’s dark pink, almost grey, pair. “Mhhhhhwwwwwa~...!” The playfully exaggerated kiss ends all too soon. “My dearest love~... Ya are such a flirt~...”

“Am I~?”

“Aye, ya are~! Ya really are~!” Beryl heartily laughs out, eyes glowing once more as her hands return to their normal nimble appearance, slipping free from Krvavy’s grasp in the process. “Now come on, let’s get ya and yer sweet puppy ‘ome already~!”

The Drakling softly shakes her head and follows after her fiancée, smiling all the while.

“Hehheheh~...” Khalia quietly giggles as she claims Krvavy’s right hand for herself, hugging onto that half armoured arm. “Mate~... We naked soon~...!”

“Yeah~...” Krvavy wistfully sighs, longingly looking towards the wonderfully steamy hot springs as they pass on by. “I could really use some cuddling...”

“And some cuddlin’ is exactly wha’ ya’ll get, my dearest love~!” Beryl’s teasing tone fades, becoming far more serious as she glances back over her shoulder. “Ya’ve more than earned a chance ta relax after everythin’ ya’ve been through these past few weeks! The fact tha’ ya even left ‘ome ta rush off ta Raseyne in the first place...!”

“I’d love to relax, but... I’m not sure if I’ll be able to...” Krvavy ruefully shakes her head.

“Ach, why not?” The Dryad swings open the front door to their home, ushering both the barbarian and Were-Beast inside. “Ya already told us just about everythin’ tha’ ‘appened. So it isn’t like we need ta ‘ave a stressful chat or anythin’.”

“You’re kinda right... It won’t be stressful, but we do still need to tal–”

“Ugh, finally!” Thea’s voice echoes throughout the lobby. The beautiful brat all but stomps over to her Draconic lover, the hem of her white sundress swishing around her soft thighs. “Took you long enough!”

“We were barely gone for a week.” The Drakling dryly returns. She kind of agrees with the girl, but Krvavy is not going to admit that. Acknowledging that she was gone for ‘too long’ makes her feel like she shouldn’t have even left in the first place... “If anything, we didn’t take as long as we should have. We rushed there and back.”

The first of Krvavy’s fiancées just rolls her eyes. With absolutely no warning at all, she suddenly thrusts both her hands out, placing one palm flat against the barbarian’s bare belly and the other against that of the Were-Beast.

“Rrh-hh~!” Khalia’s mildly annoyed growl is cut short as she sharply inhales.

A soft pink light flashes out from the bratty girl’s hands, sending a wave of tingling pleasure through both wild women. “Hha~!” Thea shudders slightly, forcing her eyes shut and clearly trying to ignore the rosy pink blush slowly spreading across her face. “Th-there! You are both clean now! Go upstairs and get out of that armour already!”

While a part of Krvavy wants to protest, as she’d rather relax in the hot springs and talk out there like they usually do, she doesn’t get the chance to.

“Arwwhooo~!” The Were-Beast happily howls, tightening her grip on Krvavy’s hand as she drags her Mate away. “Come~! Cuddles~! Now~!”

The barbarian stifles a sigh and smothers a smile as she is **** upstairs. The wonderful moss-covered couch barely comes into view before Khalia begins pawing at her armour, easily undoing the various straps and peeling the metal plates away. The backpack slung over her shoulders proves to be a slight obstacle to the eager Orc, but it isn’t all that hard to slip off.

“Aww, impatient, are ya~?” Beryl lightly teases, following after those two at a much more relaxed pace. “Puppy, let me ‘elp~.” The black pools of her eyes glimmer with amusement as she begins undressing Khalia.

Thea just shakes her head and walks past that. Or at least she tries to.

“Girlie~!” The Were-Beast woman grabs at the silver-blonde brat. “No clothes~!”

The pink hue filling Thea’s face grows a bit more red as she rolls her eyes again. “Hmph...” The girl simply huffs as Khalia carefully lifts her sundress up and over her head, leaving her completely and utterly naked in no time at all.

“There, tha’ is more comfortable, aye~?”

Thea completely ignores the comment that might have been directed towards her, continuing on towards the couch. She crosses her arms beneath her bare breasts, squishing those soft handfuls in such an alluring way, and drops down onto her mossy seat.

Clang...!

The very last piece of armour is removed and unceremoniously dropped to the ground. “Cuddle~!” Khalia excitedly demands, pushing her Mate forwards. “Hug girlie~!”

“Wha–?”

Krvavy nearly falls on top of the slightly pouty noble girl, hands slamming into the backrest as she just barely catches herself in time.

The blush filling Thea’s face grows even more intense as a pair of large pale tits very nearly smother her. She shuffles slightly in place, leaning back and glancing down past the barbarian’s buff belly at the sizable but still rather soft shaft hanging just above her glistening thighs.

“Ach, Khalia, ya’ve got ta be more careful...” Beryl softly sighs, vines grabbing at her Draconic lover and helping Krvavy safely settle down beside the brat. “As punishment, Ah’ll be claimin’ our dearest loves side.”

“Rrrghh...” Khalia grumbles unhappily as she watches the lithe Dryad slip beneath Krvavy’s strong arm, snuggling up into a nice half hug. A faint bit of frustration fills her slightly narrowed eyes, growing a little as her Mate’s meaty tail curls around that tanned tomboy’s waist. But that negative mood doesn’t last very long at all before she suddenly perks back up. “Hehehehh...”

“Oy~...!” The Dryad playfully complains as she is rather forcefully squished between the barbarian and Were-Beast. A slightly dopey smile plays at her lips as two large pairs of tits, one pale and the other green, surround her head. “Hahhh~... Never mind~...! Keep smotherin’ me, sweet puppy~...!”

“Ugh... degenerates, the lot of you...” Thea quietly mumbles and mutters, subtly shifting in place to make it easier for Krvavy’s other arm to wrap around her shoulders. She tilts her head to the side, resting atop the barbarian’s bosom as if it were a pillow.

“Here,” the barbarian leans in towards her beautiful and bratty fiancée, giving the girl a bit of a squeeze as she grabs one of the Far-Speaking rings and slips it off of her horn. “You can have this back now.”

The silver-blonde noble girl frowns faintly as she takes that piece of magical jewellery and slips it back onto the ring finger of her left hand. “... not right... kind...” Her half-spoken voice is almost completely inaudible, but it is still obvious to anyone who heard her to know just what she said.

“Sorry, I wasn’t really in the mood to shop for engagement rings.”

Thea tenses up and goes completely still. Slowly, very very slowly, she lifts her soft-blue eyes up and meets the barbarian’s gaze. “W-what...?” She weakly breathes out, her cheeks growing an even brighter shade of red. “Where d-did that come from!? I – mmph~...!”

Krvavy silences the first girl she asked to be her fiancée with a sudden kiss. Feelings of love, warmth, and joy swirl around her mind as her inhuman tongue gently dances with that of her brat. “Mhhhmh~...”

“Mhhaah haaahhh~...!” The silver-blonde brat gasps, shakily pushing her Draconic lover back. Her brow furrows faintly, leaving her looking adorably pouty. The fact that she can’t help but lightly bite her bottom lip only adds to that aesthetic.

“Mm. My Ushumgal,” Inanna’s voice carries through the living room, keeping Krvavy from immediately diving back in and kissing Thea again. Much to that girl’s relief and annoyance. “I apologize for not being here to greet you the very moment you returned home~.”

The faintest hint of mirth fills the Dwarf’s voice as she walks around the couch, guiding Adeline in front of her. Much like everyone else present, both the busty shortstack and the bottom-heavy blonde are completely naked. Though judging by Adeline’s blush, and the way she is trying to cover up her tiny little tits, she must have been wearing something just a few moments ago.

“Your Halfling has been getting... increasingly antsy these past few days.” The grey-skinned Dwarf calmly explains, pushing the bunny-mouse girl forwards and ‘helping’ her climb up into Krvavy’s unoccupied lap. That choice of a seat is quite clearly Inanna’s idea. Though the timid blonde doesn’t seem to be against it, quivering slightly as she turns around and rests her back against the barbarian’s belly. “Her heat will soon flare up again, no doubt.”

“Aye,” Beryl nods, almost idly trailing a hand down the tiny Halfling’s rather flat chest. “So ya can’t be leavin’ ‘ome again any time soon, my dearest love~.” A rather firm and stern undercurrent fills the Dryad’s otherwise warm and playful tone. “Understand?”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow as she watches the Dryad gently grab her mostly soft shaft, lifting that girthy thing up before pushing Adeline’s thick thighs closed around it. “Yeah.” She breathes out after a long moment. “I won’t be going anywhere for... some time.”

Inanna pulls herself up and onto the couch, settling down very close to Thea’s side. “I take it that you have plans for the coming days?” Her massive tits spill into that girl’s personal space, squishing against both the barbarian’s arm and the brat’s own considerably smaller boobs.

“Yeah. I...” Krvavy’s lips twitch downwards, struggling to properly frown with all five of her girls cuddling onto her like this. “I really need to get stronger.”

“Mm...” The Dwarf’s thick brow knits together as she gently grabs onto the barbarian’s hand, clasping it in both of her own. That simple action leaves the bratty blonde looking both annoyed and relieved, as it means Krvavy won’t be able to idly grope her. “My Ushumgal, do you have a specific level to aim for? Or is that goal more open-ended?”

The Drakling gnaws on the inside of her cheek. “I... I have no idea.” She slowly exhales, sounding and feeling rather defeated. “I’d like to be roughly the same level as Ri– as the Countess. Or even higher. But that’s a bit... ambitious. And unrealistic. So... reaching at least level thirty would be a good start...? Even if that doesn’t feel like anywhere near enough...”

“Wha’ about buyin’ some more strength wit’ yer favour?” Beryl suggests, rubbing her hand up and down the Halfling’s wonderfully squishy thigh. The way her fingers dig into that soft and yielding flesh as she gives the tiny blonde’s leg an occasional grope... It is enough to completely captivate Krvavy. “Ah’m sure there are plenty o’ potent traits tha’ll give ya a great boost in power. Or, at the very least, ya could upgrade Skilled Soul and get more attribute points tha’ way. A bit borin’, but... better than nothin’, aye?”

Adeline trembles and squirms in place, unconsciously clenching and squeezing her thighs around Krvavy’s cock, causing that girthy length to slowly swell up to its full size. The heat of her needy little pussy is impossible to ignore as it just barely avoids pressing into that ridged rod.

A red hue gradually fills Krvavy’s cheeks as she struggles to remain focused and composed. “I guess...?” She shrugs as best she can with both of her arms trapped as they are. “Favour isn’t all that easy to get though...”

“Mm. You earn favour by fulfilling your desires. So, my Ushumgal, is there anything you desire right now?”

The barbarian grimaces slightly. “Other than growing stronger...?” She slowly asks herself, closing her eyes and thinking. What does she want...? A lot of things. But are any of them achievable...?

“My dearest love, ‘ow about~...” The former Wood Elf’s voice lowers down to a soft and sensual coo. The feeling of her nimble fingers faintly brushing against the underside of her Draconic lover’s stiff shaft, teasingly trailing up towards its turgid tip, sends a shiver down Krvavy’s spine. “... finally gettin’ ta properly and fully fuck me~? In our bed, no less~? Just like Ah promised ya~?”

“Ugh...!” Thea loudly and exasperatedly groans out. “Can you keep your degenerate desires in check for even a minute?!”

“Ach,” Beryl clicks her tongue and glances across the barbarian’s bare breasts, staring at the beautiful brat. “Wha’ is so ‘degenerate’ about wantin’ ta be taken by my fiancée in wha’ will be our weddin’ bed~? Especially since we’d be couplin’ quite normally, usin’ the hole tha’ nature intended fer tha’~?”

The silver-blonde noble girl’s brow and nose scrunch up into an adorable scowl. Her gaze briefly darts downwards, right as the Dryad’s palm softly presses against the swollen and pre slickened tip of Krvavy’s cockhead, before snapping back up towards the tanned tomboy. “You know full well what I mean!”

Krvavy twitches as her sweet berry’s dexterous fingertips surround her shaft, slowly massaging and caressing the sensitive spot just behind its flared crown.

“Well, my dearest love, ‘ow about it~?” The tanned tomboy’s whispered words come out as breathy moans full of desire and need. “Do ya want ta take this new body o’ mines virginity, my dearest love~? Ta fill me fully~? Completely~? So tha’ even the Gods know tha’ Ah am yers~?”

“Hhhh~!” The Drakling sharply inhales as another hand grabs at her cock, soft fingers failing to fully wrap around the part of her girthy length just barely poking past her Halfling’s thick thighs.

“Stop trying to seduce this degenerate Dragon into doing what you want her to!” Thea sternly scolds the Dryad, insistently squeezing her inhuman lover’s throbbing length perfectly in time with each syllable that makes its way past her pouty lips. “This lout of a lizard has not gotten even a single point for building our home, yet you are arrogant enough to assume that she would gain some from having sex with you?! Something which she has done already?! Even if only before you became a tree?!”

“Ah’m ‘ardly tryin’ ta seduce ‘er~!” As expected, Beryl is utterly unbothered by her fellow fiancée’s accusation. “Our dearest love’ll end up takin’ me just the way Ah want regardless o’ if she gets favour fer it or not~. She doesn’t need convincin’ ta do it~!”

“Exactly! So there is no need to try forcing it to happen right away!”

“Ach, Ah’m not tha’ impatient~! If a was then Ah’d’ve claimed ‘er cock before this sweetie even ‘ad a chance ta sit in ‘er lap~!”

“Mm... Beryl’s suggestion may have some merit to it.” Inanna speaks up, earning herself a quick glare from the beautiful brat. Which she ignores. “My Ushumgal,” her intense copper-orange eyes pierce into the barbarian’s emerald pair. “You are rather possessive and quite lustful. There is no denying that. Thus doing something which satisfies both of those aspects of yourself would indeed have a high likelihood of providing Divine Favour as a reward. But Thea also has a point. You appear to earn favour not just according to your desires, but according to how much work and effort is required to fulfill said desires. So if you wish to earn Favour from merely having sex – proper penetrative sex – then you would be better served focusing on those of your girls with whom such an act is currently a physical impossibility. Namely myself and Adeline.”

“Y-you...!” Thea stammers out in shock, staring at the dutiful and relatively dull Dwarf with wide and surprised eyes.

“Ahahaha~!” Musical laughter dances through the air as the tomboyish Dryad nuzzles her face into Krvavy’s chest, bumping her branch-like antlers into pale skin and black scales alike. “Wha’ do ya say, sweetie~? Want this~,” she gives the very tip of her Draconic lover’s dick an affectionate squeeze, “ta go inside o’ ya~?”

“Hhhhhhee~!” A sharp, gasped squeak is the only response that the horny Halfling seems capable of giving right now. She shuffles and squirms in the Drakling’s lap, grinding her sopping slit against the colossal cock held firmly between her soft and squishy thighs.

“Do not get too excited.” The busty shortstack calmly cautions. “As I said, for either myself or Adeline to fit that... wonderfully large penis... inside of ourselves is physically impossible at this moment.”

“Aye, aye, o’ course~.” The Dryad almost dismissively states, stretching out her long legs and casually resting her feet up on the coffee table. “But ya wouldn’t bring it up, and ya wouldn’t stress the fact tha’ it isn’t possible right now, if ya didn’t ‘ave an idea on ‘ow ta make it ‘appen~!”

“Indeed.” The large and voluminous mass of Inanna’s coal-black hair bobs as she nods her head. “But the method may be... a bit counter productive. It all depends on how much Favour could be earned from achieving the impossible.”

Krvavy’s mind is a little hazy, clouded with pleasure and otherwise occupied by the many beautiful distractions around her. But she still picks up on what her Dwarf is talking about. “Superior Stud...”

“Yes, my Ushumgal. Long have I suspected that trait to be the key to finally taking your length. For, as I have said before, how can a stud truly be superior if she cannot fit her member inside each and every one of her girls?” Inanna’s tone remains steady and neutral as she leans further forwards, massive tits squishing even more into the silver-blonde brat’s body. Her stout fingers tighten their grip on Krvavy’s hand. “This is a gamble, I will admit. It pains me to know that much of my input in how you spend your Favour relies on chance... Yet... it may well be worth it.”

“Hmph!” Thea huffs out, crossing her arms as best she can while squished between the Dwarf and Drakling. The fact that her nipples are pebbly and stiff is definitely not something she would want acknowledged. “I still doubt that this lout of a lizard would earn enough favour from fucking you and the mouse for that to be worth the cost.” She quite plainly states, staring at Inanna with narrowed eyes.

The grey-skinned shortstack shrugs. “Perhaps. Hence why it is a gamble.”

“Ooh~!” Beryl suddenly perks up, unconsciously tightening her grip on Krvavy’s cockhead as she grows even more enthusiastic. “My dearest love~! Ah’ve ‘ad an idea~! If finally fittin’ all o’ yer cock inside o’ me and finally gettin’ ta fuck these two shorties would get ya some favour –”

“Which might not even happen!” The bratty noble girl loudly interjects, somehow acting as the voice of reason. Sort of. Her hand remains wrapped around the Drakling’s dick, squeezing and caressing its stiff shaft. Which undermines her ‘restraint’ just a little. “We do not know if that will even work!”

“– then surely ya’d love the idea o’ fully claimin’ each and every one o’ us~!” The tanned Dryad continues on despite that interruption, her voice growing increasingly husky and moaned. “Wouldn’t ya just love ta fully sheath yer cock in all o’ our holes~? Ta truly and properly claim our mouths, pussies, and arses as yer own~? Does tha’ sound like somethin’ ya’d want, my dearest love~? Does it sound like somethin’ ya’d earn favour from~?”

A jolt of pleasure abruptly arcs through Krvavy’s body. “Hhha~...!” The thoughts drifting through her hazy head, drawn out by the Dryad’s lewd and corruptive whispers, prove too much for her. Try as she might, Krvavy simply can’t hold back the bliss. Her colossal cock throbs and pulses within the prison of Adeline’s soft thighs. Both of her fiancée’s can feel the frantic beat of her heart through that ridged rod. Yet neither remove their hands.

“Yes~! My dearest love~! Cum fer me~! Cum fer us~!” Beryl coos and moans, grinding her palm against the very tip of her Draconic lover’s dick. “Let it out~! Yes~! Let it all out~!” Her fingertips press in just behind the engorged cockhead, rubbing and caressing those sensitive spots. “Give us yer seed~! Yer thick, virile, delicious seed~!”

A wet, squelching sound echoes out as the first sticky rope spurts into the Dryad’s hand, splattering out towards... the Halfling.

“Eeeep~!” Adeline squeaks out in shock as globby droplets of cum cover her soft belly. The tiny blonde shudders and stifles a moan. Her squishy thighs clench even harder as she bucks her hips forwards, grinding her needy little pussy against rigid rod’s ridges. “Yeesssh~...!”

White static flows through Krvavy’s mind, washing away all thoughts beneath waves of euphoria. Her clawed toes curl, digging into the mossy carpet beneath her feet.

“How~... dis...disgusting~...” Thea’s bratty moans only serve to heighten the pleasures assailing the Drakling, elevating the feeling of her soft stroking hand even further. “Degenerates~... All of us~...”

“Wwwhmmphhmn~...!” Khalia whines in need, pawing at her Mate’s strong arm and inhuman tail as she struggles with her waning patience.

“Tha’ is it, my dearest love~...!” Beryl’s cooing continues as creamy cum drips down her fingers, pooling in the cramped valley between the Halfling’s thighs and sopping slit. “Cum fer us~...!”

Inanna pulls the barbarian’s hand into her expansive bosom, sharing the warmth of her titanic tits. Her steady heartbeat echoes through that arm.

Krvavy’s cock twitches, shooting out its last messy spurt. Tension leaves her body as clouds of bliss float through her mind. She sinks into the couch and the embrace of all five of her girls.

“Ah think tha’ was a yes~...!” The teasing tomboy stifles a laugh, lifting her cum-coated hand away from her lover’s still-shuddering shaft. “You’ve been a good girl, so ‘ere ya go puppy~...!”

“Arwhoohhmphh~!” The Were-Beast’s happy howl is quickly muffled as she grabs at Beryl’s wrist and begins eagerly licking up her treat.

“Mm.” Inanna idly strokes a thumb over the black scales covering Krvavy’s arm. “I do not think that our love is in any state to make such an important decision~.” Amusement tinges the Dwarf’s normally neutral tone. “We should leave that until later, after she has had time to recover~. Especially as there may be other ways for her to earn Divine Favour. As Thea mentioned, she has not yet received a single point for building our home. So perhaps some finishing touches –?”

“Oy! No business talk!” The caramel coloured Dryad rather sternly demands. Her authoritative tone is slightly undermined as she scoops a handful of cum out of the Halfling’s lap, bringing it up to that tiny girl’s parted lips. “Let our dearest love relax in ‘er bliss!”

Adeline happily gasps as she eagerly accepts that meal. “Eehhhhh~...!” Her bottom-heavy body trembles, thighs and pussy rubbing against the Drakling’s still-stiff dick.

“Hmph,” Thea huffs out, “what about the sl–”

“Ach, wha’d Ah just say?!” Beryl exasperatedly exhales, staring down the blushing brat. Whatever annoyance she felt quickly fades away as a rather smug smirk begins to play at her green lips. “Be a good wife-ta-be and keep doin’ wha’ ya’re doin’~.”

The silver-blonde brat’s fingers tighten around a certain sizable shaft, staying still for a few long moments. Her flushed face grows even brighter as she slowly resumes her soft stroking without uttering a single word.

“Good~. As fer ya, my dearest love~...” Beryl warmly smiles up at her Draconic lover, cuddling back into the crook of Krvavy’s arm. “Just sit back and relax~... Ya’ve been busy recently, rushin’ all about. But now ya’re ‘ome again~. Ya’re ‘ere, by our sides once more~... Where ya belong~... Shhh~... Don’t think... Don’t worry... Just... relax~...”