All Dressed Up for Adeline’s Birthday Dinner

“I feel like this might be a bit much.”

“Ugh...” That wonderfully bratty noise is accompanied by an equally wonderful sight as Thea, being the brat that she is, rather derisively rolls her eyes. “You look fine.”

“That was very much not what I said.” The Drakling dryly returns, simply standing still and letting her fussy fiancée make small adjustments to the well-fitted jacket that she has been **** to wear. A light tap ‘lifts’ her chin, making just enough space for her collar to be flipped up and straightened out, that fancy bit of fabric perfectly fitting in between her neck and lower horns without feeling like it is even slightly in the way.

Thea’s hands drop down a fair bit, fingers tugging at the crimson sash cinched tight around her Draconic lover’s waist. “You may be a bit overdressed,” the bratty girl almost reluctantly admits, “but is that a problem? You wanted to look good for this shared birthday. And you do. You...” a soft breath passes through that noble girl’s parted lips. “You look... very good.”

“Again, not what I meant.” Krvavy lightly sighs, idly pulling at the incredibly tight – and quite stretchy – white fabric clinging onto her lower half like some sort of second skin. “I thought you wanted me to wear something that was... less perverted.”

“This outfit is not perverted!” The pouty girl is quick to protest, her cheeks flushing faintly as she pulls back and crosses her arms in a huff. “It is noble and dignified! Regal, even!” Her beautiful blue eyes narrow into a glare behind the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses. “This attire is fit for a woman of good birth and of good standing! A fine woman who has seen victory on the battlefield and who prospers at home! It is magnificent, yet not ostentatious or pretentious!”

The barbarian simply blinks, before slowly and quite pointedly looking down at herself. At the vast valley of her cleavage that this supposedly noble outfit has put on full display, pale tits squeezed together by the cream coloured shirt hidden beneath her formfitting jacket, the plunging neckline of which drops so incredibly low that even her abs can be seen. If just barely.

What an enticing sight that is, the rich darkness of her jacket contrasting so nicely with the Drakling’s snowy skin... The way that those ornate lapels, decorated with elegant silver threaded embroidery, grow closer together the lower they go almost makes them seem like an arrow... One that naturally guides the gaze of any onlooker down from her face... to her crotch.

Krvavy’s scaled lightly bumps into the obvious and honestly obscene bulge highlighted by her pants, bringing even more attention to it. If such a thing is even possible.

“Do not blame me for that!” Thea haughtily lifts her chin, her blush burning even brighter and becoming all the more difficult to ignore. “It is not my fault that your body is so lewd as to turn what should be a formal officers uniform into such a... a degenerate display! If anyone is to blame, then it is that whore of a Countess who commissioned this outfit...!”

Of course this blushing brat is conveniently leaving out the fact that she specifically chose these clothes over all of the other possible ones Krvavy could have worn, even though they both knew full well that it was going to be this revealing.

“And... and it may be a little immodest, but it is not as bad as you make it seem!” The noble girl defends her decision, looking so adorably flustered. “The bulge can be excused as a codpiece which, while gaudy, is still a fairly normal thing! And this,” she forcefully pokes the Drakling’s pale cleavage, “is less than you usually show off!”

“I’m not complaining or anything, I... I don’t know,” Krvavy shrugs, finding that easy to do despite the angular and rather pointy pads sewn into the shoulders of her jacket. “I guess I just expected you to pick something else?”

“Hmph!” Thea huffs and snatches up some silver cufflinks from their place on a nearby shelf, grabbing at her lover’s wrists and clipping them on one after the other. “Nearly all of your new clothes are simply not suitable for a nice and wholesome birthday dinner! They are either too much, as you believe this outfit to be, or... or utterly degenerate! The nerve of that half-Elf whore, getting you so much lingerie...!”

The barbarian lightly bites her tongue, deciding to leave that topic untouched. She honestly isn’t sure how to feel about those very intimate gifts either. Gifts not unlike the ones that she had bought for her girls...

“Besides!” The silver-blonde brat spins around and stomps across the large walk-in closet, a space that was originally meant to just be hers but has long since become far more communal. The sway of her hips and the jiggle of her bare ass is... quite hypnotic. A welcome reprieve from the direction Krvavy’s thoughts were wandering. “We do not have the time for you to try on everything else, all just to try to find something more ‘modest’! We have taken long enough already! Everyone else is surely waiting on us downstairs!”

Without wasting any more of their precious time, Thea grabs up some folded stockings from her shelf and hastily sits down on a moss-covered stool. That white silken fabric glides across her soft and smooth skin, the bands squishing into her supple thighs as she pulls the first one into place.

“Alright.” Krvavy shakes her head, forcing herself to look away from that beautiful sight. She shifts her weight from one Draconic foot to the other, getting used to the feeling of actually wearing clothes again. Tight clothes, at that.

The two triangular and rather tuxedo-like coattails of her jacket need a slight bit of adjusting to part evenly around her actual tail, and the odd stirrup-like boots... or maybe they’re closer to socks, considering that they’re made of the same black fabric as her jacket...? Either way, those things that hook around her inhuman feet also need a bit of straightening out.

But other than that, she resists the urge to paw at her clothes, loosening bits to make it more comfortable. Thea would just ‘fix’ those little adjustments anyway. As the girl has done multiple times already...

Click...!

A soft yet sharp noise draws the Drakling’s attention back towards her brat. In the few short minutes that she wasn’t looking at her fiancée, that beautiful girl had slipped into a soft-blue sundress and put on a pair of newly made sandals, a layer of soft leather serving as the padded insoles of those otherwise wooden, and fairly high-heeled, shoes.

Thea slowly lifts a silver necklace out of the box of Far-Speaking jewellery, not bothering to bind it with the matching ring on her left hand, nor the one on Krvavy’s lower right horn. She doesn’t intend on using it for that purpose.

“Hmph...! Krvavy,” the bratty blonde’s blush burns even brighter as she says her lover’s name, “would you be so kind as to... as to help me with this?” She turns her head away and brushes aside her golden braids, baring the back of her neck to the barbarian.

“Of course~.” With just a step and a half, Krvavy reaches her fiancée’s side. She gently takes the simple necklace from that noble girl and even more delicately moves it into place, clicking its clasps together. The black onyx-like gemstone hangs so close to that bratty blonde’s modest cleavage, perfectly centered below her collarbone.

“There...!” Thea touches her enchanted glasses, turning their rims a matching shade of silver. “Now come on, we have taken long enough up here!”

A faint red hue colours Krvavy’s pale cheeks as that haughty brat grabs at her hand, their fingers interlocking just a little.

For once, the Drakling’s heavy footfalls are quiet compared to... to any of her girls, really. Each step that Thea takes causes a clip or a clop to echo out as her wooden heels strike into the solid stone floors, those sounds echoing even further as they descend down the stairs together.

“Ach, come on,” Beryl’s voice calls out from up ahead, tinged with a slightly exasperated disappointment. “Ya aren’t wearin’ much at all, so just put up wit’ it!”

“Rrrrgh...!”

“Ugh, seriously?” Thea sneers and stifles a sigh as both Beryl and their Were-Beast come into view.

As expected, Khalia is wearing her thick leather collar – the silvery metal tag with her name on it dangling at its front – along with a very skimpy and rather transparent black negligee. One which decorates her body more than it covers her up.

But that isn’t what has earned the bratty girl’s ire. This is, after all, the only piece of ‘clothing’ that Khalia even owns. Other than the crude pelts and that skimpy suit of armour, of course. No, Thea’s glare is focused quite firmly on Beryl.

Despite having access to sundresses much like the one that Thea is currently wearing, this Dryad instead elected to match her outfit with Khalia. In other words, she is also wearing lingerie. A lacy negligee, to be precise. One that is clasped together at the front by a single button which rests between her pert tits, letting the blue-green fabric of that faintly transparent dress split to the sides as it cascades down over her lithe hips and perfect ass, leaving her toned tummy almost entirely uncovered. Likewise, the flushed mound of her pussy and the glowing mark that she so proudly bears are both utterly exposed, visible for all to see.

“Enjoyin’ the view~?” The tanned tomboy teasingly asks that unimpressed brat, only for her dark eyes to go wide with a pleasant surprise as she spots the Drakling standing by that girl’s side. “My dearest love! Ya look... ya look so sharp and classy~! So ‘andsome~! My oh my~! Ah’m just... at a loss fer words~!” Quite abruptly, she turns her attention back to the beautiful blonde, swiftly closing the distance between herself and her fellow fiancée. “Ya picked this out and made ‘er wear it, aye~?”

“Hmph, of cour–rrrmmphh?!” Thea stiffens slightly as Beryl leans in and claims her lips in a short but passionate kiss. “Mmmhhaah~...!”

“Ah know tha’ Ah tease ya quite a bit,” a single dexterous finger lingers on that silver-blonde brat’s chin, keeping her head lifted up as those whispered words drift through the air. “But... ya ‘ave wonderful taste~. In women and in clothin’~.”

“I-I...! Ugh!” Slightly overwhelmed by that earnestness, Thea simply whacks the Dryad’s hand away from her heavily flushed face.

Beryl is unbothered by that, grinning widely as joy glows in the black pools of her eyes. “Ah love ya, Thea~. And Ah love tha’ Ah am blessed enough ta share our dearest love wit’ ya~.”

The noble girl tenses up, spine straightening as she freezes in place for hardly more than a second. “I... I love you too, Beryl...” That honest admission is too much for the haughty girl, immediately causing her to course correct. “Just not as much as I love Krvavy, got it!? You are second fiddle, if even that, to this dignified Dragon of ours!”

“Aye, aye, o’ course~!” The Dryad joyously claps her hands together. “As it should be~!”

“Yes! Mate best!” Khalia barks in support, paw-like hands coming to rest atop her wide hips as she proudly puffs out her chest. Which makes it very hard to ignore just how that lacy top is clinging so snugly to her swollen, green-brown nipples...

Krvavy’s cheeks gain a bit more colour as she tries to brush all of that aside. “Come on, this isn’t my day.” And with that, she herds three of the most important women in the world out of this entrance hall and into their large dining room. “Huh?” She blinks, immediately noticing an issue. An absence.

The food is all laid out on the table already, covered in various metal domes to keep the heat contained. And the places are all set as well. But...

“Don’t worry, my dearest love,” Beryl reassures the barbarian, knowing exactly what thoughts are flitting through her lover’s mind. “Inanna and the real birthday girl will be ‘ere soon. They’re just ‘elpin’ each other get dressed. Over by the pantry, Ah believe. So tha’ they’d ‘ave a bit o’ privacy, and so tha’ they wouldn’t’ve disturbed ya and Thea upstairs.”

Thea narrows her eyes, rather suspicious of that. “Why –”

“Apologies.” Inanna’s neutral voice cuts the noble girl short. “Adeline is quite nervous and needed more encouragement.”

The Drakling spins around on the spot, her gaze snapping towards the wide and open doorway that leads into this dining room just in time to see her Dwarf step through. Her heart flutters as she is immediately met with an undeniably spectacular sight.

Two truly titanic tits await her eyes. Breasts that are so big and bountiful that they more resemble a pair of boulders, ones that have been polished to perfection... Those massive mountains are being held up and so wonderfully pressed together, creating a deep canyon of cleavage... a chasm that calls Krvavy’s name, beckoning her in like a siren at sea...

What makes that sight even more beautiful is the fact that, unlike how the Dryad dressed herself up or how Thea had the Drakling dress, it is not meant to be provocative. No, that amazing and breathtaking display is merely a consequence of just how well endowed this short woman is.

The great and gorgeous grey-skinned expanse of Inanna’s gigantic globes is mostly contained within one of her rather heavy-duty lingerie bras, the thick white straps of which are visible beneath the slightly thinner ones of her bright orange sundress. If not for her vastly different build, she’d quite match Thea. Even her stocky legs are clad in the same lacy white fabric as what that brat is wearing, though she lacks the shoes or sandals.

Krvavy’s eyes slowly trail upwards, lingering on the bountiful bust that is so hard to ignore...

Rather than roll her coal-black hair up into barrels, this Dwarf has instead elected to leave that truly voluminous mass relatively untouched, cascading down past her shoulders and over her back. But a few thick strands have been woven together into a series of necklaces that rest atop her chest. Not quite the same as the beard-like braids she bore when Krvavy first met her, but similar enough to get the idea across.

“Eeeeeeiie...! Eeiiieeee...!” Soft, squealing sounds squeak out from behind the Dwarf, tinged with an almost panicked nervousness.

That short and so very stacked woman suddenly steps aside, revealing the even shorter and considerably less stacked girl who had been hiding behind her.

“Eeep!” Adeline jumps in place and immediately goes to grab at her floppy bunny ears, only for her shaky fingers to fumble a fair bit as she ultimately fails that so very simple task. Left with no other choice, that adorably timid girl hastily lifts her trembling hands and does her absolute best to cover up her heavily flushed face, palms pressing into her rosy cheeks. “Eeeiieeeennnnnnh...!”

Thea simply stifles another sigh and takes her glasses off, pinching the bridge of her nose in obvious exasperation.

That incredibly shy girl isn’t wearing one of her more modest ‘peasant’ dresses. Nor is she wearing a sundress, as she fairly often does. No, that bottom-heavy bunny-mouse is wearing lingerie. The new lingerie that Krvavy rather recently brought back, giving the Halfling what she previous lacked compared to the others.

“Eeeeeiinnnghhnhh...!” Adeline wobbles and sways side to side, barely staying on her little bunny paw feet. She flinches as a stocky, grey-skinned hand gently grasps onto her bare shoulder, helping to keep her steady and upright.

The tiny blonde’s so very slim chest rapidly rises and falls with each shaky breath she takes, drawing attention towards the rather cutesy nightie that barely covers her nearly nonexistent breasts. That soft and adorably seductive sleepwear – its slightly transparent fabric a bright and vibrant yellow – flows down her sides as a skimpy and loose dress, one with countless lacy frills that serve only to further exaggerate her already incredibly wide hips.

Much like Beryl, this little bunny’s soft belly has also been left bare, becoming all the more exposed the further down one looks. And her choice of underwear doesn’t help with that. Her yellow, almost golden, panties are undoubtedly lingerie. Not just because of how lacy and frilly they are, but because they are crotchless. Her innocent little slit is on full display, and the tuft of a bush above it is visible as well.

Adeline’s thick thighs nervously rub together, that plush flesh squished so wonderfully by the tops of some sleeve-like stockings, ones that are held up by garter straps which are in turn attached to a lacy belt cinched tight around her narrow waist.

“Wow~...! Ya look so beautiful~!” Beryl is the first to speak up, her cooing voice warm and affectionate as she shamelessly takes in that sweet and sexy sight.

Krvavy lightly bites her bottom lip, brow twisting with a tinge of concern. “Are... you alright wearing that...?” She hesitantly asks. A part of her doesn’t want to spook Adeline into changing her delightfully daring outfit, but... but if the adorable bunny-mouse girl isn’t comfortable...

“I-I-I...!” The Halfling shudders and stammers, flinching faintly as she peeks past her trembling fingers, only to quickly hide her big hazel eyes once more as she sees everyone staring at her. The stout hand on her shoulder, gently kneading her soft skin, provides some comfort to the girl. She takes a very deep breath, inhaling as much as her little lungs can handle, and... hastily nods her head.

“Mm. Don’t worry, my Ushumgal.” The Dwarf reassures her Draconic lover, speaking for the timid girl who can’t muster the will to do so herself. “Embarrassed as she may be, Adeline was not pressured into wearing this outfit. This was entirely her decision. She picked out each piece on her own, and simply wanted my assistance in getting dressed. To ensure that she was wearing it all correctly.”

A deep red hue so thoroughly fills the tiny blonde’s poorly covered face as she shakily nods again.

Inanna affectionately squeezes that timid girl’s shoulder, before letting her hand glide down to the base of Adeline’s spine. “She also had something to tell you, my Ushumgal.”

Adeline goes as stiff as a statue, her fingers spreading wide as her big hazel eyes stare straight at the Dwarf, her expression twisting into one of nervous panic. “Eeeeieieeeiiee...! Eeeiiiiee...!” Her slim chest rapidly rises and falls as she shudders and shakes and struggles to suck in even a single breath of air.

“Go on.” Inanna softly encourages, giving the bunny-mouse girl a light push and sending her staggering over to the Drakling. Who is growing more and more concerned by the second.

“I-I-I...! I-I...! I! I l-loveyouKrvav-vav-vy...!” The bottom-heavy blonde blurts out that confession, speaking a truth that everyone here already knows as her little fingers reach out and grasp onto those of the much bigger barbarian. “I-I-I w-want t-t-to spen-spend the r-rest of m-m-my li-life...! W-wi-withyou...!”

Krvavy’s heart flutters, skipping a beat as she struggles to find her voice. “I...” Her eyes glisten, overflowing with love. Without a thought she drops down to her knees and leans in so close that her nose nearly touches that of this adorable girl. “I... Adeline, I love you. And I... I want that too~... I want to spend the rest of my life with you, my little mouse, my little bunny~...”

Silence hangs in the air. A comfortable silence. One that could last forever...

A nimble hand finds its way onto Krvavy’s shoulder, slowly caressing across pale skin and black scales. “Was tha’ a proposal, my dearest love~?”

Both barbarian and bunny-mouse tense up at that question. “Uhm...” Krvavy can’t pull her gaze away from Adeline’s wide hazel eyes, and neither can the Halfling look away from her own emerald pair. “Would... would you like it to be...?”

“Y-yes!” Adeline gasps out with absolutely no hesitation. “Y-y-yes...!” She dives into the Drakling’s arms, burying her face into the pale cleavage standing right before her.

+3 Divine Favour, for claiming this little bunny-mouse as your own.

The barbarian blinks, ever so slightly startled by the notification that just popped into her perception. She can’t help but feel a little... annoyed... as she reads it. Both for spoiling the moment and for daring to ascribe some sort of value on this priceless girl...!

“Mm. That escalated further than I expected.” Inanna simply states, earning herself an inquisitive look from... just about everyone here. “Baring Khalia, as the circumstances of her creation complicate matters, Adeline was the only one of us who Krvavy had not yet ‘claimed’. So I encouraged her to rectify that, to be honest with her feelings. As doing just that is what led to me being ‘claimed’.” The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes drop down to the ground, her hands clasping together above her sundress’ skirt. “Apologies if that motive has tainted what was otherwise a beautiful moment.”

Krvavy takes a deep breath, one of her hands resting in the small of Adeline’s back while other can’t resist the urge to sink its fingers into that girl’s bountiful behind. A certain tail, thin and tipped with a paintbrush-like tuft of dark-blonde hair, coils around her wrist. “No, it... its alright. It led to a good thing, to something I wouldn’t even think to complain about~.”

“Now only two remain, my dearest love~.” The tanned tomboy teases, her dexterous fingers dancing from one of the Drakling’s shoulders to another. “Just two more perfect moments and ya’ll ‘ave made each and every one o’ yer girls into yer fiancées~...!”

“Rrgh! Mate already Mate!” Khalia disagrees with a bark. The Were-Beast already sees herself as something above a mere fiancée.

“Come now, puppy, ya wouldn’t want ta leave our Dwarf all alone as the only non-fiancée ‘ere, would ya~?”

Adeline trembles and, with great ****, wiggles free from Krvavy’s embrace. But not before leaning in and pressing her little lips into those of her new Draconic fiancée, pulling away before the barbarian can kiss her back.

“Hmph!” Thea suddenly crosses her arms and huffs, looking so wonderfully bratty with those glasses of hers balancing near the tip of her nose. “Enough of this...! The food is already on the table, so let us stop wasting time.” Ignoring the blush colouring her cheeks, that brat turns and heads straight to her seat of choice. Only to stop after barely more than a single step. “What is she doing here?”

⟨♪♪♪⟩ Lynn jiggles and begins to sing as she feels everyone’s attention focus on her, happily swaying side to side yet not once looking like she is about to fall off the chair that she is sitting atop. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

The timid blonde sighs in relief as everything goes on as normal. Her new title hasn’t changed a thing.

“Were ya expectin’ ta ‘ave a feast without this gooey lil’ aspect o’ gluttony bein’ involved~?” Beryl playfully asks, not waiting for an answer as she passes on by that brat and takes the spot beside their pet slime. “Ah’ll make sure Lynn doesn’t misbehave or overeat.” She reassures... everyone. “So, if ya’d like, the lot o’ ya can just act like she isn’t ‘ere.”

The silver-blonde noble girl purses her lips, but ultimately decides to let that slide. “Adeline,” her firm and haughty voice causes the newest of Krvavy’s fiancées to jump just a bit. “You will take the place of honour at our Krvavy’s right hand.”

It almost seems generous of Thea to give that seat to the Halfling... at least until she takes her usual spot to the left of Krvavy. The spot reserved for the wife of the one who sits at the head of the table, according to her.

So the brat basically just gave away someone else’s seat.

With wide and nervous eyes, Adeline glances between Inanna and Khalia, as if asking those two busty women for permission to do as Thea says.

“Go on.” Inanna encourages, giving the Halfling a reassuring nod. Her copper-orange eyes glance towards Khalia, who is slowly stalking around the table while focused fully on the rival pet that is currently getting all of Beryl’s attention. “I’ll take the seat beside you.”

With that settled, Krvavy heads straight to the head of the table and pulls out her chair. But she doesn’t sit down just yet. Her eyes trail across this gathering of her girls, taking in this beautiful sight. Thea and Beryl are to her left – as is Lynn, if the slime counts – while Adeline, Inanna, and Khalia are all to her right. Only when all of those lovable women are comfortable in their chairs down does the Drakling take her own seat.

“Since it is yer birthday...” The Dryad’s eyes lock onto the Halfling as four vines emerge from her back, their tips splitting open and wasting no time at all as they grab at the metal domes resting atop the food they’ve made, uncovering the first course of their feast. “Ya can get first pick at wha’ ya want ta eat, sweetie~.”

Adeline nervously shuffles in place, toying with the frilly lingerie that she has dressed herself in. But beneath that bit of anxiety lays a hunger which only grows as she takes in the sight of various hearty pasties, each platter decorated with small chunks of their familiar filling.

With her little arms this Halfling has next to no hope of actually grabbing that food herself, but luckily the Drakling is right there beside her, so all Adeline has to do is point at what she wants. “C-can I...” She musters her confidence and uses her words instead. “Can I h-have a... a tiddy oggie... t-two herbies... and... and one of the tiddly ones as well...!”

A smile graces Krvavy’s face as she moves the charmingly named pasties onto Adeline’s plate: one with extra potatoes, two stuffed with herbs and cheese, and a single filled with venison. Just as the girl requested.

“Now now, don’t eat yer fill already~.” The tanned tomboy playfully cautions, her vines pushing one of the platters towards Inanna so that the shortstack can better reach it. “Save some space fer dessert~. Oh,” her eyes turn towards Khalia, twinkling rather teasingly, “tha’ goes fer ya too, puppy~.”

“Rrrghh...” Khalia quietly grumbles, waiting patiently for everyone else to take what they want before she snatches up nearly all of the remaining meat-filled pasties. She may as well have just taken that whole platter, with how many are now piled up on her plate.

Thea’s brow furrows a bit as she leans forwards, reaching out and lifting the lid of the soup she spent so much time making. Careful not to spill even a drop, she fills up a bowl for Krvavy and then herself.

“I’d like some of that as well.” Inanna politely requests.

The corners of that bratty blonde’s lips curl upwards as she passes the next bowl over to the Dwarf. “It is still not perfect, but this borscht is more true to what it is meant to be than the one we had at Midyear.” She idly comments, placing the lid back onto the pot.

“Mmmh...” Krvavy hums rather happily, tasting a spoonful of that soup. It is on the sour side. But that is the point. “It’s a bit better than that one was, I think.” She smiles towards the first girl she asked to be her fiancée. “You’re getting better at cooking~.”

⟨♥♥♥⟩ Warmth and love emanates from Lynn as a small bit of a potato-filled pastie is cut off and dropped into her gooey mass.

“Aye,” Beryl takes a small bite out of an herbie. “Ah remember way back when ya could barely ‘andle a simple stew, but ‘ere ya are ‘avin’ ‘elped cook an entire feast~. Oh, ‘ow times change~...”

Thea’s cheeks gain a red and rosy hue as the scantily clad Dryad slips an arm around her waist, pulling the more modestly dressed brat into a half hug. “Hmph... It was hardly complicated... We did not make a wide variety of foods...”

“A good birthday dinner does not have to be complex.” Inanna calmly states, the faintest of smiles gracing her face. “Especially not when it is so wonderful, and exactly what the birthday girl wanted.”

Adeline’s big hazel eyes go wide, her cheeks puffed out and her mouth full of food as everyone’s attention shifts towards her once more. Out of instinct, she shrinks slightly into her seat. But beneath the expected bit of timid embarrassment is joy. Pure and loving joy.

Without much thought, Krvavy’s tail twists to the side, soon finding exactly what it had been looking for. The thinner tail of her newest fiancée immediately coils around the Drakling’s rather meaty one, a soft tuft of fur caressing across her black scales.