Brought to Bed by Beryl ♥

Authors Note: This chapter probably could be a full ♥♥ instead of a single ♥, but most of it is setup followed by what is basically foreplay (because I got carried away writing it all). Even though the entire chapter is lewd, it doesn't exactly feel like a proper sex scene, so I'm just giving it the one ♥.

Gentle beams of soft sunlight filter down into the grotto below, indirectly filling their home high up on its jutting cliff.

“Is everyone ready~?” Beryl eagerly asks, quivering in excitement and anticipation as she bounces on the balls of her feet. Her pert breasts jiggle and dance with each movement she makes. She is, after all, completely and utterly naked. As usual.

A faint flush fills Thea’s face. “Hmph... that degenerate Dragon... perverted trait...” The pouting brat grumbles and complains, her voice so quiet that half of what she says is no more than an inaudibly mumbled murmur. She shoots Khalia a slightly annoyed glare as the Were-Beast’s wagging tail repeatedly slaps into her side.

“Eeeeeeeeieeiiee...” Adeline trembles as she shifts her weight back and forth between her bunny paw feet. Her shaking hands press down over her tiny tits, arms crossing over each other to do so, and her fur-tipped tail has twisted around her thick thighs to cover up her crotch. The timid girl is just growing more and more nervous by the second, even though she isn’t the focus of today’s fun. The lustful energy filling the air is just too much for her too handle.

“Mhm.” Inanna hums and nods, resting her hands on the Halfling’s shoulders in reassurance. Which, after a moment of surprise, does seem to help Adeline calm down a little. Of course the gigantic globes that end up pressing into the timid blonde’s back kind of counteracts that. But it is the thought that counts. “Go ahead, Beryl.”

The tanned tomboy does not need to be told that twice. “Come on, come on, my audience~!” She giddily ushers her fellow harem girls forward and onto their massive moss-covered bed. “Let’s get ya all seated~! O’er there~! All the way down ta the end~! Make yerselves comfortable~!”

“Hmph!” Thea quite predictably huffs out, not all that happy about being all but shoved across the large cushioned expanse.

“And ya, my dearest love~...!” Beryl’s nimble fingers lock onto those of the significantly bigger barbarian that she so genuinely loves, giving that big hand a squeeze. “Ya’ll be ‘ere wit’ me~! Near the center and under the gaze o’ yer girls~!”

Krvavy’s cheeks grow increasingly red as she lets herself get pushed down onto her knees. The soft and supple moss squishes around her admittedly rather heavy body. Her toned and muscled ass presses into her Draconic digitigrade feet as she settles in place.

The barbarian might be a nudist, but she isn’t exactly an exhibitionist. Sure, she gets a little bit of a kick out of getting eyed up by her girls... really, she’d have to be crazy not to at least appreciate their gazes... but... But that isn’t why Krvavy is pretty much always naked or near-naked.

No, she barely wears anything because it is simply more comfortable this way. More freeing. And so that she can get the most out of Naturists Blessing. Not for any fetishistic reasons. Not at all.

So the thought of having an actual audience is... it is a little nerve wracking. Each and every move she makes will be seen, viewed, witnessed, remembered by her four other girls. Honestly... the fact that it is only the women that she loves who’ll see this... does help to make her feel a bit better and a bit more confident. And it isn’t like this is the first time she’s fucked one of them in front of the others either... But, even then, her heart is still fluttering away. Her nerves are still a little on edge.

Her cock twitches, slowly stiffening as it rises above her well-defined thighs.

“Ach, the taller o’ ya should be in the middle, shorties on the outside.” The Dryad’s voice cuts through Krvavy’s anxious thoughts. “Hmmm... Sweetie, ya don’t mind bein’ next ta our puppy, do ya?”

Adeline quivers and stares wide-eyed at the ferocious Were-Beast looming above her. “Eeee...!” As expected of her, she is a bit too overwhelmed to properly speak. But she can still nod her head. Which is exactly what she does. If a little too energetically, cute bunny ears flopping with her frantic motions.

“Good~!” Beryl brightly beams, her smile wide and full of joy. “Now... wha’ do ya think o’ this sight, my dearest love~?” She holds an arm out towards the four girl’s kneeling in a flattened arc ahead of her and her lover, slowly sweeping from left to right. “Ya’ve got yer Dwarf’s truly massive melons there~!”

Inanna’s dark-grey lips curl upwards just a little as she quite casually gives Krvavy a wave. The thick and voluminous mass of her coal-black hair squishes against the padded step behind her as she leans back and relaxes. Gravity pulls at her truly titanic tits, dragging them both ever so slightly to the sides of her stocky torso, drawing even more attention to the vast valley between those wonderfully heavy mountains.

“Then we ‘ave my fellow fiancée’s more modest pair~!”

Thea scowls and crosses her arms beneath said breasts, trying to act as if her rosy blush isn’t growing brighter by the second. Her thumb idly brushes against the Far-Speaking ring resting where she so desperately wants a proper ring to be. But that mildly anxious action can’t distract the Drakling from her pretty pink nipples, their areola puffing out a little as her body is honest about her growing arousal.

“Followed by the real big boobs o’ our good girl~!”

Khalia squirms and wiggles in place, struggling to remain still as her amber-gold eyes hungrily stare down at her Mate’s slowly stiffening shaft. Her shaggy tail repeatedly thumps into the moss bedding, not having anywhere near enough room to wag side to side. Each little movement she makes – of which there are many – cause her round and fairly firm green-skinned globes to sway and shake, her big brownish nipples growing more prominent in the pleasantly cool morning air.

“And, last but not least in anythin’ but size, yer favourite tiny titties~!”

Adeline almost jumps in place as the Drakling’s attention is directed towards her. The bunny-mouse girl’s big hazel eyes are as wide as can be. She remains frozen for just a moment, before her trembling hands snatch onto her soft ears, bringing those floppy things up to hastily hide her heavily flushed face behind. But in doing so she quite conveniently and entirely unintentionally leaves her bite-sized boobs bare and on display. The little nubs atop her meager mounds may be much smaller than those of the other women present, but they are no less beautiful or eye-catching, standing out amongst her light olive skin.

“A beautiful audience, aye~?” The tanned tomboy coos, her touchy hands trailing over Krvavy’s shoulders and back, feeling each faint ridge that separates the Drakling’s black scales. “Enjoy this wonderful sight while ya can, my dearest love~,” her voice drops down to a playful whisper, lips hovering so close to a pointed and almost Elf-like ear, “because soon ya’ll ‘ave eyes fer just me~!”

“Hmph... I still think that this bed of ours looks too much like a temple...” Thea softly grumbles, pointedly avoiding the former Wood Elf’s teasing gaze as she looks over the various pillars leading up to the tall, arching ceiling above. “And having us all kneel does not help...”

“Aye~,” a pair of perfectly pert breasts just barely brush across the barbarian’s back as Beryl slowly creeps around from one side of her lover to the other, “it may as well be a temple~. A temple ta our dearest love~!” Beryl playfully declares, just barely holding back a laugh as she... pulls away from Krvavy. “And we are all ‘er fervent worshippers, isn’t tha’ right~?”

“Eeeep!” Adeline squeaks in surprise, dropping her ears as the Dryad’s dexterous hands find her shoulders.

“Are ya lookin’ forward ta the show, sweetie~?”

The Halfling trembles and gasps. “Y-y-yes~! M-m-m-mi-miss Beryl~!” Her round face is as red as a tomato as she stammers that out, wide eyes locked onto Krvavy’s cock. She almost flinches as that girthy thing twitches, despite it being far out of reach of her little arms.

“As ya should~... Now ‘ere, ‘ave a gift from me~...” Beryl gives the timid girl a gentle pat on the head. From that touch sprout daisies with petals of the purest white which weave themselves into a crown atop Adeline’s dark-blonde hair. “And ‘ow about ya, sweet puppy~?” Beryl crawls up onto the padded step behind the gathered girls, somehow looking graceful and not at all awkward in the process. “Excited ta see our Krvavy take me as she does ya~?”

“Hnnnnhhhhgh~...!” Khalia restlessly whines as she tilts her head back to glare up at the tanned tomboy looming above and behind her. “Elfy~...!” A tinge of anger fills that bark. “Let Mate fuck you~!”

“Oh, Ah will~...” The tomboyish Dryad softly reassures, smiling as she ruffles the Were-Beast’s black-brown hair. Once more, flowers spread from that touch, weaving together into a crown of golden and yellow petals that are vibrant and bright like the sun. They... even appear to be glowing... “But wha’ o’ ya, my fellow fiancée~? Are ya ‘opin’ tha’ our shared love gets some favour fer fittin’ ‘er whole length inside o’ me~? Because we both know tha’, if she does, then yer arse is next~!”

“Ugh...!” Thea dramatically rolls her eyes. “Seriously, can you just get on with it already?” The beautiful brat impatiently asks, refusing to turn her head to look back at Beryl, focusing her glare on Krvavy instead. But, try as she might, the pouting princess can’t quite keep up the act, her soft-blue eyes dropping down to the Drakling’s neglected dick with a hunger unsuited of a girl of such noble blood.

“My, ya’re even more impatient than our puppy~!” Beryl laughs, gliding her fingers through silken silver-blonde hair, purposefully making a mess of the bratty girl’s braids. Flowers, their petals as soft a blue as the sky, spread through those tussled locks as they loop together into a crown. “Don’t worry, Ah’m almost done this lil’ ceremony~. So, wit’ tha’ in mind, ‘ow about ya, my dear Dwarf~? Lookin’ forwards ta seein’ wha’ will one day ‘appen ta ya~?”

“Mhm~.” Inanna nods, smiling faintly as the Dryad slightly struggles to handle the thick and voluminous mass of her coal-black hair. Her intense copper-orange eyes glimmer with amusement as she steadily meets the Drakling’s gaze. “I, of course, would prefer to be in your place, Beryl, but I don’t begrudge you for getting the gift that I wanted~. You deserve it~.”

“Good, Ah wouldn’t want ya feelin’ too jealous o’ me~!” The tanned tomboy lightly laughs, her fingers finally finding proper purchase. Flowers of an almost fiery orange sprout from a dense black bed, forming an almost disproportionately large crown atop the Dwarf’s head, their petals glowing like coals in an active forge. “Patience, my dearest love~.” Beryl’s eyes shimmer and shine a blue-green colour as she returns to Krvavy’s side.

The barbarian bites her bottom lip, colossal cock standing tall and proud in her lap, throbbing with the beat of her heart. It takes a tremendous amount of willpower to keep her hands to herself, fingers clenching into fists as her lithe lover’s athletic legs straddle her toned thighs.

Beryl’s green-tinted pussy, dripping wet with need, oh so gently presses into the underside of Krvavy’s cock, squishing that girthy thing between a toned tummy and muscled midsection.

If it wasn’t for how wonderful her warm body feels, then Krvavy may feel disappointed in the Dryad’s choice of seat. After all, this tanned tomboy could have sat atop that dick, pressing her pussy against its tip and making it all the easier to spear inside of her.

“My dearest love~... Oh, my dearest love~...” Beryl lovingly repeats, gently grabbing onto the Drakling’s upper horns. Her eyes continue to shine with a bright and beautiful blue-green light. “Ah ‘aven’t forgotten ya~. Really, ‘ow could Ah ever~?”

The faintest bit of movement at the edges of Krvavy’s vision catches her attention. Vines, incredibly slim vines, are slowly coiling around her sturdy horns. An emerald coloured leaf grows from one of those thin tendrils, then another and another and another still. Soon she can barely see her own horns beneath those lush little things.

“Ah’m sure ya noticed ‘ow Ah tried ta match yer girls’ flowers wit’ their eyes~...” Beryl softly breathes out, her nose nearly bumping into that of the barbarian. “Couldn’t quite do tha’ fer Adeline though – ‘azel isn’t the prettiest colour fer flowers. Same fer ya too. Why ‘ave leafy lookin’ petals when ya can just ‘ave leaves? Ah ‘ope ya don’t mind tha’.”

“Not at all~.” Krvavy quietly replies, gazing into the glowing pools of her sweet berry’s eyes. The tomboy’s verdant green lips are so close to her own, ready for a kiss...

“Now~,” the Dryad tilts her head back before her lips can be claimed. From the base of her branch-like antlers spreads her own flower crown, the same beautiful blue-green and cyan and turquoise colours as those of her tree. “We’ve waited long enough fer this, ‘aven’t we~?”

“Ugh... yes...!” Thea’s impatient grumbling brings a smile to both Beryl and the barbarian’s faces.

No longer able to keep to themselves, Krvavy’s hands find her sweet berry’s legs, fingers digging into wonderfully athletic thighs and slowly gliding upwards.

“Looks like the wait ‘as left ya all riled up~...!” Amused excitement oozes from the former Wood Elf. Her own dexterous hands trail down the Drakling’s shoulders, feeling each and every muscle in the arms of her strong lover. “My dearest love~...!” Her toned tummy tenses and trembles as her whole body bends backwards, further and further. Four vines emerge from Beryl’s back, pressing into the moss bedding and easing her descent as the wet heat of her needy pussy presses and rubs into the underside of her lover’s large, ridged rod.

The Drakling gives her Dryad’s perfect ass a squeeze. Beryl may be far from the smallest of her girls, but the former Wood Elf is still over a head shorter than she. Even if those adorable branch-like antlers are included.

Her sweet berry is just so... so slim, slender, svelte... So lithe and flexible... Like a gymnast or ballerina... Beautiful... Graceful... Perfect.

Compared to the barbarian’s bulkier and far more buff body, Beryl seems almost... delicate. That Krvavy’s truly colossal cock is completely covering her quivering cunt with absolutely no effort at all, its considerable weight crushing her clit, really helps to sell that thought.

A drop of viscous pre drips down onto the Dryad’s mostly prone form. Her green lips spread into a wide and hungry grin as she stares directly at her Draconic lover’s dick, its turgid tip throbbing in need beyond her bellybutton and closer to her ribs. “See this, my dearest love~?” She trails her fingers along that lengthy rod, caressing each ridge in turn. “All o’ this’ll soon be inside o’ me~...! All o’ it~!”

“Hmph... ‘soon’... yeah, right...”

Beryl’s hips lift up as she readjusts her legs, loosely locking her ankles behind the barbarian’s back and atop the base of a certain meaty tail. “Now~...” her hands glide up her lithe body, highlighting her athletic beauty. “Use me ‘owever ya like, my dearest love~..!”

The Drakling’s dick throbs and pulses. A gust of hot air rushes through her nostrils. “Beryl~...” her thumbs brush over her sweet berry’s lithe hips, caressing across caramel skin as she grasps onto those handholds and slowly, ever so slowly, drags the Dryad back. A wet warmth spreads across the underside of her cock as more and more of its length – from base to tip – gets coated in slick, sweet juices. “I~... I love you~...”

The second woman that Krvavy asked to be her wife trembles as she hears those words. Her long and pointed ears twitch and wiggle happily. “Ah love ya too, my Krvavy~...” Her glowing eyes glimmer with joy as her four vines splay out around her. “We all do~...”

Krvavy can’t help but glance up. The audience of her four other girls gazes back at her. Though not directly. Those four pairs of eyes – copper-orange, soft-blue, amber-gold, and hazel – are locked onto her oversized shaft. Or, more specifically, onto her colossal cockhead. That turgid tip rests atop Beryl’s sopping slit. So very close to where it belongs...

The Dryad’s toned midsection is folded slightly, her hips lifted up above her lover’s lap as her head and shoulders rest on their moss-covered bed. Her nimble hands once more find those of the Drakling, resting reassuringly atop them, fingers brushing over black scaled wrists.

“Hahhh~...” The barbarian breathes out, savouring the calm before the oh so wonderful storm. A soaking wet heat burns into the sensitive spot just beneath her tip. Tingles of pleasure travel through her length as she slowly pulls her own hips back just a bit more. “Oh~...?” A predatory grin fills her face as she stares down to where her cock had been just moments ago. “What’s this~?”

“Wha’s wha’, my dearest love~?” Beryl playfully returns, lips curling upwards. “Are ya talkin’ about tha’ piece o’ jewellery~? Ya should recognize it~. Ya bought it wit’ all those other Far-Speakin’ things, remember~?”

The small horseshoe shaped piercing that Krvavy once saw in her sweet berry’s right ear seems to have found a new home. The silvery metal curves around the pointy green nub of this tanned tomboy’s clit, the small spherical black gems that cap each end resting above her slick and needy slit.

“Ah can ‘eal myself quite well, so why not take advantage o’ tha’~?” The tomboyish Dryad teasingly explains. “Bit o’ a shame tha’ its pulsin’ is just an illusion though~. Could ya imagine ‘ow wonderful it’d feel ta talk through if it actually shook~?”

“D-degenerate perverts~! Stop stalling~!” Thea demands, her cheeks burning a bright shade of red. “Do not look at me like that!” Impatience and outrage overpowers the scowling brat’s arousal. For just a moment, at least. “Just fuck your tree slut already~!”

Krvavy’s cock throbs, drooling pre from its swollen tip as if asking for that demand to be fulfilled. Gentle jolts of pleasure roll down her spine as she is reminded of her audience.

“Suppose ya should listen ta my fellow fiancée~...” The Dryad dramatically sighs out, tilting her head back even further into the moss bedding just so that her upside-down face can quickly shoot the brat an incredibly smug smirk. She gently gives her Draconic lover’s hands a squeeze as her glowing blue-green eyes meet Krvavy’s emerald pair once more. “So go on, my dearest love, let’s not leave them waitin’ any longer~.”

The thought of dragging this out some more, purely to tease and bully her girls, is... surprisingly tempting. But Krvavy herself doesn’t exactly have the patience for that. Not entirely. “Trying to act like we aren’t just as eager~?” She can’t help but add, pressing her prodigious prick against the wet and puffy lips of Beryl’s needy pussy.

“Mhhh~...!” The former Wood Elf happily moans, trembling as she tries and fails to roll her hips. Krvavy’s hold on her body is simply too strong. “Ah never – hhhh~! – said such a thi–ihhnngh~!” Frustration builds in her breathy voice as the thick and swollen tip that she so desperately wants inside of her simply rubs over her sopping slit, slowly and sadistically. “My dearest loohve~! Pleaasshhe~...!”

Lewd liquids, undoubtedly delicious and satisfyingly sweet, freely flow from the Dryad’s hungry hole. The tortuously sluggish grinding of her cruel lover’s cockhead pushes a few trickling rivulets forwards, over top of Beryl’s needy mound and down towards her folded belly, but most of her nectar flows in the opposite direction, giving this tanned tomboy’s toned ass a glistening sheen.

“My deareshht lhovhe~!” Beryl shamelessly begs, words slurring even more as her composure cracks and her desperation shows. “Take mheeee~! Ushee me~! Claimhhmn mee~! Plea–aahHHSH~!”

The very tip of the Drakling’s dick, not even enough for it to begin to flare out, presses between Beryl’s swollen and sensitive lower lips.

“Yhesssh~!” The former Wood Elf woman cheers, overjoyed despite just getting a fraction of what she wants. “Yhheeeeassh~!”

“Mmh~...!” “Haahh~!” “Arwoo~!” “Eeeep~!”

A hummed moan, a gasp of pleasure, a happy howl, a surprised squeak... Those four sounds all ring out in unison, only a moment behind the blissful noise that Beryl made herself.

Krvavy’s eyes snap upwards, raking across the rest of her girls as they remain kneeling before her. Between each of their thighs – those wonderfully thick, soft, toned, and squishy thighs – is a vine. And following those vines returns the Drakling’s gaze back to her Dryad.

A tinge of annoyance fills Beryl’s face. After all, that distraction caused Krvavy to stop her already subtle thrusting. “Hhhaah~...!” Her frustration fades in an instant, those long and pointed ears of hers wiggling in pure joy as a certain Draconic dick presses forwards once more, squishing its flared head into her swollen lower lips. “Ah’m not – mmhhh~! – entirely selfish, my dearest love~...!”

Krvavy’s grip on her sweet berry’s hips tightens even further, the tips of her scaled fingers digging into Beryl’s taut and tanned ass. A loving warmth, so wet and slick, surrounds more and more of her near fist-sized cockhead. This tanned tomboy’s technically virginal hole – though it almost feels like cheating to consider it as such – is so inhumanly tight, yet... also rather yielding.

“Ah want ta – ahH~! – ta share the bliss tha’ Ah’m blessed enough ta receive wit’ yer ohHHther girls~..!” That moaned explanation sounds almost reverent. The Dryad’s nimble fingers lovingly caress the backs of Krvavy’s hands, trembling as they trace the lines between each and every black scale. “Wouldn’t want them ta fee-eeEHhl~! Bored~! Ooh~! Or left out, nowhh do we~?”

“No~...” Krvavy breathily agrees, pride and pleasure alike swirling through her mind, “we wouldn’t~...!” She is hardly even fucking her fiancée, yet still her sweet berry is struggling to speak clearly. That the slow, sawing thrusts of little more than just her thick tip can draw such lewd noises from this lithe and athletic woman...

It is a true struggle to not just plunge straight into this more than willing and so utterly soaked slit... To feel it clench and constrict around her considerable cock... To finally fit her entire length, from base to tip, inside this snug and perfect plant-like pussy...

“Eeeeiee~!” Adeline’s sharp but still pleasured squeak pierces through hummed moan and impatient gasp alike, underlining Khalia’s happy howling.

Krvavy doesn’t need to glance up to know that her Dryad’s vines are mirroring each and every motion she makes. The beautiful symphony of sounds assailing her ears is proof enough of that.

“Aahhh~!” Beryl’s already warm expression lights up with love and lust. “It’s like ya–ahhhh~!–’re fuckin’ all o’ us at once, aye~?”

“Hmphh~!” Once again, Thea just has to make her opinion known. “This is hardly ‘fucking’~!” Though, try as she might, the bratty girl just can’t keep the arousal out of her annoyed tone.

More and more moans echo through the air as the Drakling’s dick delves deeper and deeper into her Dryad.

“Ooohhhnn~...!” The big, bulbous tip grinds against the top of Beryl’s love tunnel as her hips are slowly but steadily dragged down and lifted back up again. This tanned tomboy trembles in bliss and joy as she is treated as nothing more than a beloved toy, manhandled and used – even if rather gently – by the one she has fully given herself to.

Krvavy’s cock glistens with her sweet berry’s slick nectar. What hasn’t yet been crammed inside her lithe lovers constricting cunt is still being coated by the lewd liquids overflowing from that needy and hungry hole.

A haze of bliss builds in the barbarian’s mind, her eyelids drooping down as her lips part. “Haahhhh~...!” The soft vocalizations of her own pleasure are utterly drowned out by the various noises of the five girls that she loves oh so very much. Her heart flutters as she gazes down into the deep pools of Beryl’s eyes, those beautiful orbs shimmering and glowing with same the blue-green colour that this former Wood Elf’s iris’ used to be.

At the edge of her vision, nearly hidden behind her leaf-covered covered horns, rest the other loves of her life. Or at least their lower halves, trembling thighs parted just enough to give her the perfect view of the slightly different sized vines almost leisurely pistoning into their pussies.

Krvavy can’t help but grin. The very tip of her stiff shaft presses into a certain sensitive spot inside her sweet berry’s plant-like pussy, causing a faint bulge to appear in the tanned tomboy’s taut tummy as it is **** further in, being ‘pulled’ back as Beryl’s hips are raised up once more.

“Eeeeiie~!” Each ‘thrust’ causes the adorable Halfling to squeak in surprise, her bottom-heavy heavy body twitching as she all but jumps in place. “Eeieee~!” Her little hands, with those cute tufts of hair on the back of each one, linger around her soft belly, shaking slightly as if unsure of what part of herself to cover up. “Eieee~!”

The Dryad’s love tunnel, so wet and needy, feels... different from when she was merely a Wood Elf. Not by an immense degree, but still noticeably so. She is tighter, squeezing down around the shaft speared inside of her with slightly more strength. Yet, despite that, she is having an easier time taking her lover’s length, in handling that colossal cock’s considerable girth. She is... yielding to its size.

“Mghhhghhnnhwhwwhhh~!” Rumbling noises emerge from deep within the Were-Beast’s chest. How considerate of Khalia, to try and muffle her howling like this. “Mwwhhhhnhh~!” Her strong arms, covered almost entirely in beige-brown fur, are bent at the elbows, reaching up and out of the Drakling’s direct line of sight. But Krvavy doesn’t need to see her precious puppy’s paw-like hands to know that Khalia is kneading and groping her large green-skinned tits. And rather roughly at that, judging by how loud her muffled noises still are.

A snug and slick heaven surrounds Krvavy’s shaft. The green, plant-like flesh of her sweet berry’s pussy is... smooth. But not entirely. Rings of constricting muscles envelop her rigid rod, rippling and undulating as they clench onto the ridges that line her stiff shaft.

“Hhhha~...!” The silver-blonde brat breathily gasps, sounding almost as if she is trying to hide her pleasure. Of course the fact that her delicate fingers are shakily circling her clit, occasionally brushing against the vine spreading open her absolutely sopping slit, completely undermines her attempts at retaining her dignity. “Hhhhhnha~...!”

The first of Krvavy’s fiancées is truly and undeniably a degenerate. An utter pervert. And Krvavy wouldn’t have her any other way~.

Inhuman, would be a way to describe this former Elf’s insides. Yet that word alone isn’t anywhere near as descriptive enough... Heavenly... Divine... Supernatural... Not in the same as Thea’s perfect pussy, made so by Carnal Compliance, but... more blissful... More loving than lewd... Gentle and... relaxing... despite being near painfully tight... Like a massage, luring her in further and further...

“Mmmhhm~...” Inanna remains quite composed as she sits nearly as still as a statue. Her hands rest atop her thick thighs, fingers tensing and pressing into her firm but yielding flesh. The vine thrusting into her puffy grey-skinned pussy seems to struggle with how cramped her Dwarven hole is, lagging behind what is happening to the Dryad it is attached to.

“Oohhh~! My dheearesshht lhoovhe~!” Each slurred sound that makes its way past this svelte seductress of a tomboy’s green lips is more ragged and ecstatic than the last. “Yhhhessshhhshh~!” Her long legs twitch, tightening their grip around her lover’s waist, locked ankles digging into the Drakling’s back.

Waves of bliss wash over the barbarian. A brief moment of clarity shines through the horny haze steadily clouding her thoughts.

Over half of her length, its sizable shaft as thick as her wrist, is inside of her sweet berry’s inhumanly tight and incredibly wet love tunnel. And unlike all the previous times she has crammed her cock into this constricting cunt... her swollen tip has yet to touch the entrance to Beryl’s womb. She hasn’t yet hit that barrier that always kept her dick from going deeper.

“Yhhhhssshhshn~!” The former Wood Elf woman quivers and all but convulses. Sweet juices squirt from her stuffed slit, splattering against her lover’s stomach. Her plant-like pussy clamps down on the Drakling’s dick, clenching and constricting around that welcome invader.

Krvavy’s fingers idly knead her fiancée’s perfect ass, hands still holding onto that lithe woman’s hips. She suddenly stops her sluggish, sawing ‘thrusts’. Though not to give Beryl a reprieve. No, no, no... Far from that. Her patience has simply run out.