Delicious Desserts at the End of Adeline’s Dinner

“Rrrrghhmmmnhhhnh~!” Khalia all but moans as she stuffs her face full of food.

In start contrast to that, Inanna quite calmly cuts into what remains of her last pastie, unbothered by the enthusiastic Were-Beast beside her.

“Nnh-hhhnnnh...!” The tanned tomboy’s toned tummy goes taut as she stretches her arms high above her head, the single button holding her lacy negligee together straining as she straightens her spine and puffs out her pert tits. “Hhhnnah...” With another happy sigh, Beryl brings her arms back down, so very casually slinging one over Thea’s shoulders.

Which earns the former Wood Elf woman a bit of side eye. But that’s it. Thea knows full well that any attempt to scold this touchy tomboy would just fall on deaf ears. Instead, she simply does her best to ignore Beryl, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

“Mm. Adeline,” the incredibly busty shortstack of a Dwarf addresses the even shorter girl to her left, who only slightly twitches from the sudden attention. “You are twenty-four years old now, yes?”

The Halfling nervously fiddles with a fabric napkin, scrunching it up and then straightening it out, again and again. “Y-yes...?” A tinge of confusion underlines that slightly stammered response.

Inanna slowly nods her head, the voluminous mass of her coal-black hair to bobbing behind her. “I myself turned forty-nine this year. And Beryl would be... one-hundred-sixty-eight, yes?”

“Aye, sure,” the Dryad dismissively shrugs, leaning a bit further into Thea’s personal space. “Let’s go wit’ tha’.” Her dexterous fingers begin to quite casually dance across that noble girl’s flawless skin... before unceremoniously slipping beneath the soft fabric of a certain sundress.

Thea stiffens slightly, a faint pinkish hue finding its way onto her cheeks, but she otherwise continues to ignore that tomboy’s teasing touch. She lifts her chin high and looks across the table towards Inanna. “Is there a reaso–oOOHHHHAHNNH~!?” Her question almost immediately slurs into a shocked moan as one of her nipples is suddenly pinched. “Hhnngh~! S-stop that!” She shakily demands, grabbing at Beryl’s wrist and trying to tug that hand away from her tits.

“I was simply making an observation.” The Dwarf calmly answers... perhaps unnecessarily so. The brat is a bit busy right now, all but wrestling with Beryl(’s arm). Seeing that, Inanna turns her attention towards Krvavy instead. “I find it quite interesting that, even with the differences in the amount of years we’ve lived, we are all effectively in the same age range. When adjusting for each of our races, of course.”

“Even then, this girl ‘ere is still the youngest~!” Lively laughter flows through Beryl’s verdant lips as she gets her other hand involved, slipping it beneath the hem of Thea’s skirt.

“Assuming that our hound is – hnngh~...! – That she is older than I am!”

Khalia leans forwards, elbows pressing into the table as she eagerly watches that show, clearly wishing she could join in on the fun as well. This kind of lewd, gropey roughhousing is right up her alley.

“She looks it, so Ah’ll count it!”

A warm smile fills Krvavy’s face. With a degree of ****, she peels her gaze away from that playful fight, slowly looking across this grand table. She eyes the many empty plates resting in front of the five women that she is lucky enough to love and be loved by... plus their pet slime. “Well... Are we ready for dessert?”

“Rrnh!” ⟨!!!⟩ “Oh~!”

Thea takes full advantage of the fact that, much like both of their pets, Beryl’s attention has also been mercifully drawn towards the Drakling, giving her the chance to peel that Dryad’s hands off of her beautiful body. “Hmph!” The bratty blonde pats her dress down and straightens out her silvery necklace, doing what she can to make herself look neat and presentable once more.

“My dearest love,” the tanned tomboy’s chair slides back, “let m–”

“No,” Krvavy stops her fiancée from standing up, the ‘tails’ of her jacket falling against the backs of her thighs as she rises to her feet instead. “I’ve got this. It might not be your actual birthday, but I’m still not going to make you lug all these plates around.”

A teasing twinkle fills the black pools of Beryl’s eyes. “Does tha’ mean Ah don’t ‘ave ta ‘elp wit’ the washin’ either~?”

The Drakling tilts her head and looks over the numerous dirty dishes, then towards the stack of plates that will soon get dirtied as well. “I want to say ‘no’, but...”

“Mm. If this seems like too much work, then why not let Thea’s magic handle it?” Inanna asks, leaning back so that the barbarian can more easily grab her plate. “This entire mess could be cleaned up in a matter of moments.”

Still a little worked up by the playful molestation she just endured, Thea looks almost insulted by that suggestion, glaring through her glasses as she lifts her chin high. “I am a noble! A highborn lady! The first woman who will be our Krvavy’s wife! Not some convenient dishwasher!”

“Now, now, don’t sell yerself short~! Ya’re so much more than tha’~! Ya’re also our dearest love’s perfect cocksleeve~! Her lil’ Princess-Whore~!”

“Ugh...! Will you ever let that go?!”

“Nope~!”

“Mm.” Inanna hums, a tinge of appreciation underlining that noise as her copper-orange eyes trail up and down Krvavy’s form, watching quite intently as that Draconic dickgirl gradually clears the table. “I do not believe I said it earlier, but you look quite good in that outfit, my Ushumgal.”

Beryl’s long and pointed ears wiggle so wonderfully. “Ah know, doesn’t she look grand~?” Her otherworldly eyes shamelessly rake up and down the barbarian’s body. “The sight o’ ‘er almost makes me wish fer a different dessert~...”

The Drakling’s pale cheeks gain a rather rosy hue, not quite the same shade of red as her hair. But close. “Thanks. You...” She glances between Dryad and Dwarf, one lithe and dressed so lewdly, the other busty beyond imagining and dressed... a bit more modestly. “You both look amazing too~.” Krvavy’s heart flutters as her gaze moves beyond those two girls, taking in the sight of this veritable buffet of beauty before her. “You all look amazing~...”

“Hmph! Enough flirting!” Thea crosses her arms and glares at her Draconic lover, doing her best to ignore the heat filling her own cheeks. “Just finish bringing the desserts out already!”

“Alright, alright~,” Krvavy smiles and softly shakes her head. “No need to be so impatient~.”

“Aye, ya’re actin’ like Khalia~. Or Lynn, if she could talk~!”

⟨♪♪♪⟩ The slime jiggles and sings as that teasing tomboy gives her an affectionate pat, sending faint ripples across the surface of her purple-blue mass. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

Clink, clink.

The last two platters are placed onto the table. With that ‘job’ now done, the Drakling heads right back to her seat, passing by Khalia, Inanna, and –

“Eeeep!” Adeline squeaks in surprise as she is suddenly scooped up and out of her seat. “Eeeiie?!” That incredibly short girl makes an adorably confused noise as she is swiftly brought into Krvavy’s lap, a strong arm wrapped around her barely covered belly and helping to hold her tight.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist giving you a bit of a cuddle~.” Krvavy gently cups her newest fiancée’s chin, tilting the bunny-mouse girl’s head up just enough for their eyes to meet. “I can put you back in your own chair, if you’d like?”

“N-no!” Adeline quickly blurts out. “I... I’d like to stay h-here...!” What little confidence this timid blonde has crumbles away, a bright blush filling her upside-down face as she anxiously averts her gaze. “Ple-p-please...?”

Krvavy leans in and plants a soft kiss on her Halfling’s forehead. “As you wish, my adorable little fiancée~.” A big scaled thumb tenderly touches the bunny-mouse girl’s little lips, before reluctantly pulling away. “Now... let’s not keep the others waiting. So...” Her emerald eyes dart to the side, towards her Dryad. “Beryl, if you would...?”

“Aye, no problem.” Once more, four vines emerge from Beryl’s back, reaching across the table with ease. The tips of those lush tendrils split open into their three-pronged grippers, grasping at the metal domes made to keep their meals warm, before lifting them all up in one smooth motion. “Tada~!”

At the edges of those trays, all neatly arranged and layered like felled dominoes, are countless different cookies. A few are fairly plain, while others are filled with dried berries or nuts. Some are oatmeal, others more doughy. But all are nice and warm. As if they had just been freshly baked.

Of course, those cookies aren’t what draws everyone’s attention. That would be what stands at the center of those platters.

Steam rises from a number of pies, carrying the sweet scent of those delicious desserts through the air. Some have had basic patterns of straight and swirling lines cut into their top crusts, creating vents for the steam to escape through, while others are capped by a woven pastry lattice or are topped with an aesthetically messy crumble. And a few aren’t covered by a crust at all, instead being layered with nuts or, in one case, sliced strawberries.

The bunny-mouse girl’s big hazel eyes are as wide as can be, her gaze darting between those many wonderful treats, moving from dessert to dessert and never lingering long on any one thing.

Krvavy’s comparatively giant fingers gently wrap around one of Adeline’s so very small hands. “Sorry we didn’t bake you a cake~,” she warmly apologizes, giving the birthday girl a reassuring squeeze of a hug. “But this more than makes up for that, yeah~?”

The tiny and timid girl trembles just a bit, as if she had forgotten and just been reminded of the fact that she is seated in the lap of her new fiancée. Slowly, she tilts her head back and gazes into the emerald eyes so lovingly staring down at her, round cheeks flushed a rich and rosy hue. “Y-yes... thi-is... it... is wonderf-ful...!”

With only the faintest bit of hesitation, the bunny-mouse girl suddenly bounces up, planting a quick upside-down peck of a kiss on the pale pinkish lips that make hers seem so little. That bottom-heavy blonde’s rather generous behind soon squishes back into her lover’s lap, neither the frilly and cutesy skirt of her lingerie nightie nor the skintight fabric of Krvavy’s pants doing much to muffle the feeling of an ample ass grinding into and pressing against the barbarian’s bulge.

Adeline shudders again, her eyes half-lidded and happy.

“Ya’re lookin’ quite occupied there, my dearest love~.” Beryl playfully teases, causing both the Drakling and Halfling to jump a little, their faces flushing even further. “So ‘ow about Ah cut and serve the slices fer us? Tha’ way ya won’t need ta stop cuddlin’ the real birthday girl~?”

As much as Krvavy doesn’t want to ‘make’ any of her girl’s do something that may, possibly, in some way be considered work... This is a pretty easy choice. She nods, giving her sweet berry a thankful smile before turning her attention back towards Adeline. “Well, my lovely little bunny, which one do you want the first slice from~?”

The Halfling hastily looks over the many pies. She bites her bottom lip, gaze lingering on one topped by a crumbly crust that does little to hide the many purple-blue berries that make up its juicy filling. “Is th-that blue-ber-berry...?”

“These’re technically bilberries, but they’re basically the same thing. So aye, tha’ this is. Want some?” The Dryad’s smile grows warmer and wider as she gets a very eager nod in response. “Alrighty~. It’ll be a bit messy, so do ya want some cookies wit’ it too~? Ta scoop up any bits tha’ fall out o’ yer slice, o’ course~!”

“Y-yes please!”

⟨!!!⟩ An excited, jingling noise chimes through their connected souls, audible to all but the Dwarf. Lynn jiggles and swells, rising up in her seat to better ‘watch’ as a piece of that goopy pie is cut out and scooped onto a plate. ⟨!!!⟩

“Now, now, Lynn~!” A vine lightly slaps at a gooey tendril, keeping it off the table. “Be patient and wait yer turn~!”

⟨...⟩ The slime pouts, making a deeper and softer sound, but is soon placated as some spilled crumbs are brushed her way. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

Adeline trembles in excitement, her big hazel eyes watching as the slice of pie she so craves is brought closer and closer. “Eeeeii~...!” She can’t help but squeak in excitement, leaning forwards and grasping at the edge of this grand dining table with her little hands.

The pinkish hue colouring Krvavy’s cheeks only burns brighter as her adorably tiny fiancée wiggles and squirms in her lap, that proportionally huge ass rubbing against her steadily swelling bulge. It takes all of her willpower to keep herself from truly getting hard.

“Ya’re next, my fellow not quite birthday girl~.” The Dryad’s dark eyes lock onto the Dwarf, glimmering with warmth and love. “So wha’ d’ya want~?”

“Mm... To start, I would like a slice of that one, with the nuts. Please and thank you.”

“Mhhnneeieh~...!” Adeline all but melts as she takes a bite of her delicious dessert. “Shho g-g-oohhdshhnh~...!”

“Ah’ll ‘ave a slice o’ this myself~.” Beryl cuts into the pie that is almost entirely made of strawberries, filled with mushy ones that were baked alongside the crust and topped with fresh ones cut into thin slices. “Wha’ about ya~?”

Thea purses her lips and furrows her brow. “May I have a slice of the rhubarb pie?” She asks, all prim and proper.

It is almost a shame to see the most ornate and finely decorated of those pies, its top crust woven into an intricate lattice, get cut into pieces... But the smile that blossoms across the silver-blonde brat’s face as she takes a bite of it more than makes up for how easily that piece of art was destroyed.

“Ya’ve been patient fer long enough, sweet puppy, so –”

“Mince!” Khalia hastily barks out, pointing a furred finger towards her choice.

Beryl quirks a brow, glancing between that fairly plain pie and the quite carnivorous Were-Beast. “Ya do know tha’ isn’t minced meat, aye? It is a bunch o’ fruits, berries, nuts, and my nectar all mixed wit’... huh, well, Ah suppose there should be some fat in there too...”

“Rrgh!” An impatient snarl passes through Khalia’s bared teeth. “Give!” She demands, only to quickly follow it up with a very weak attempt at acting polite. “Please!” Her amber-gold eyes glance across the table. “What Girlie and Dwarfy got too!”

“Ach...” The former Wood Elf woman slowly shakes her head and... gives that precious puppy what she wants. “Alright, just don’t wolf ‘em down. Eat slow, or ya won’t get any others.”

“Yes, Elfy! Hehe hehhahaheh~!”

Krvavy carefully scoots her chair forwards, all but squishing Adeline up against the edge of this grand dining table. But the bunny-mouse girl doesn’t seem to mind that. And why would she? Not only can she now reach her plate without having to lean forwards, but now she can enjoy her dessert while sitting back and relaxing, her little head nestled so nicely in the pale cleavage of the Dragon that she has promised to marry.

“And last but very much not least...” Beryl turns towards the cuddling lovers, a grin spread across her verdant lips. “Which one do ya fancy, my dearest love~?”

“Well, you’re the only sweet berry I need~,” the Drakling shamelessly flirts with her Dryad, “so how about I have a slice of something a bit more sour, like... the blackberry one, right there.”

“Tsk, tsk, my dearest love, keep yer attention focused on the birthday girl in yer lap~.” That tanned tomboy softly ‘scolds’ her lover, the light gleaming off the edge of her sharp knife as she wipes it clean.

“And do not say that the pies we made are sour.” Thea adds, daintily lifting a forkful of her rhubarb pie up to her lips. “That makes it sound bad and unpleasant. Say it is tart instead.”

Krvavy’s emerald eyes watch with anticipation as the dexterous Dryad cuts her a nice big slice, purposefully avoiding the swirled vents carved into its top crust. “Aren’t tarts a sort of pie thing as well?”

“Y-y-yes...!” Adeline squeaks, holding one little hand over her mouth while her other points with a fork towards the strawberry pie. “Th-that...!” She pauses briefly, audibly swallowing down a mouthful of her dessert. “That’s a tart! They a-are open at the top...!”

“Funny thing, the Common tongue is.” Beryl idly comments, focusing a fair bit on scooping her dearest love’s slice out onto a plate, careful to not let any of its goopy filling spill out. “Ya’ve got the pie tha’ is tart, while Ah’ve got the tart tha’ is not tart.”

“Mm. Before you sit down...” Inanna’s copper-orange eyes stare quite intently at the tall tomboy. “May I have a slice of that as well?”

Beryl glances towards the Dwarf... and the rather nutty piece of pie on her plate, which is hardly even half eaten. “Not satisfied with tha’ one?”

“No, I’m quite enjoying this.” Inanna softly shakes her head. “I just figured that I’d ask now rather than make you stand up again in a few minutes.”

“My, ‘ow practical o’ ya~.”

Krvavy’s fork digs into her piece of the blackberry pie. She cranes her neck forwards just a little, to really make sure that none of this messy dessert will fall down onto Adeline, and scoops a bit of it into her mouth. “Mhhn... Yeah, this is pretty tart. Still good though~.” As if to prove that point, she eagerly takes another bite.

“Mghhhnnhhhgh...!” Khalia grumbles and growls to herself, already on her second piece and clearly struggling with just the thought of eating slowly, let alone actually putting that into practice.

A bit of the mince pie is placed in front of Lynn, finally giving Beryl the chance to sit back down and enjoy her strawberry dessert. “Oh~!” The tomboy Dryad trembles, her gasp close to being a moan. “This is amazin’~! So sweet~! And – ohhmh~! – sho delicioussh~!”

Thea’s cheeks gain a nice, rosy hue. Both from the lewd noises being made by the woman sitting beside her, and from that indirect compliment. This brat did quite a bit of the work when it came to making these delicious desserts, after all.

⟨♪♪♪⟩ Lynn sings so happily as, bit by bit, she is fed her slice. She does try to ooze her way onto the table a few times, but a little shove is all it takes to keep this slime in her seat. ⟨!!!⟩ A sharp, excited sound chimes through the connection of Krvavy’s soul as another slice of pie – a piece of the more nutty one, this time – is placed in front of that gluttonous blob. ⟨♥♥♥⟩

Adeline wiggles a little in her Draconic lover’s lap, moving in a way that would almost feel purposefully provocative if done by a less innocent girl. Granted, her innocence doesn’t exactly make the warmth of her ass squishing down on Krvavy’s cock any less pleasurable... “Eeiie...” She softly squeaks, her fork clinking gently against her empty plate.

“Mhhn,” Krvavy quickly chews and swallows the bit of food in her mouth. “Do you want another slice?”

“Yes p-please!”

“Alright. I’ve got this.” The Drakling nods and shoots her sweet berry a smile, letting that not quite birthday girl keep eating. No need to make the Dryad do all the work when she is more than capable herself. “Which one would you like this time?”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeieiiiie...” The adorable little Halfling indecisively squirms, the layered frills of her skimpy nightie brushing against each other and making the faintest of rustling sounds. “S-s-s...strawberry, please!”

Krvavy can just barely reach the tray that pie is resting atop, a single clawed finger hooking onto its edge and pulling the whole thing a bit closer. She idly grabs one of the small cookies and pops it into her mouth. “Mhh, would yhou like shome more ohf these as wehll?”

Thea rolls her beautiful blue eyes as the Draconic dickgirl speaks with her mouth full, like some sort of barbaric savage.

Adeline simply nods, rubbing the back of her head into Krvavy’s pale cleavage as she rather eagerly watches her next slice get cut and placed onto her plate. “Th-thank you!”

“Maybe Ah’m bein’ impatient,” the Dryad deftly twirls her fork, before stabbing it down into her pie. “But ‘ow about we give out our gifts now instead o’ waitin’ until everyone is done eatin’?”

The bunny-mouse girl freezes mid bite. “G-gifts!?”

“Mm. Don’t worry,” Inanna immediately reassures the worried Halfling. “This was something that Beryl and I planned on our own, as thanks for sharing your birthday with us. We do not have much to give, and none of our gifts are particularly grand either. So don’t feel overwhelmed.”

Krvavy lightly bites the inside of her cheek.

Despite how subtle that slight motion is, Beryl still picks up on it. “Don’t feel like ya didn’t get ‘er anythin’, my dearest love. Yer gift was this wonderful dinner and delicious dessert~. Or maybe we can say tha’ this was all Thea’s gift, and yers could be tha’ overdue proposal~?” The black pools of her otherworldly eyes glimmer with amusement as she glances towards Khalia. “And Ah’m sure our precious puppy will give the birthday girl plenty o’ cuddles later, so tha’ ‘as ‘er covered too~.”

“But I-I...!”

“You shared your birthday with us.” The grey-skinned shortstack repeats, cutting off the bottom-heavy blonde. “That is gift enough.”

“Well, since Ah’ve brought all this up... may as well get on wit’ it instead o’ makin’ ya all wait some more!” With that, Beryl abruptly stands up, nearly toppling her chair over in her haste. “Be right back!” She turns and all but sprints out of the dining room.

⟨!!!⟩

“Hey! No!” Thea swipes at the slime, stopping Lynn from engulfing what remains of the Dryad’s dessert. “Behave, you horrid little thing!”

⟨...⟩ Lynn sulks a little, retreating a bit of her purple-blue mass back into her pearly core. Of course, that sour attitude doesn’t last long, ending almost immediately as the silver-blonde brat drops the crust of her pie onto that slime. ⟨♥♥♥⟩

“And... ‘ere we are!” The tanned tomboy swiftly returns, a few wrapped packages piled in her arms. “These two are fer ya, sweetie... this is my gift fer Inanna... and this is ‘er gift ta me.” Those little presents are gently placed onto the table, next to the plates of each girl they belong to.

“Mm. Go on, Adeline, it is your birthday. So you should open yours first.”

The bunny-mouse girl shakily nods her head and grabs the nearest gift. With trembling fingers she peels away the wrapped fabric, revealing... a beautiful, three-pronged hair fork made of a rich hazel-brown wood that has been polished to a fine sheen. Her thumb brushes over the swirling floral patterns that decorate its slightly arched top.

“Tha’ should ‘elp ta keep yer bun all neat and orderly, so ya don’t need ta leave it loose all o’ the time~.”

“Krv-vavy!” Adeline adorably squeaks out her fiancée’s name, holding her new accessory up to the Drakling. She squirms with joy as it is wordlessly taken and delicately slipped into the bundled bun of her dark-blonde hair.

“Mm. Be a bit careful when unwrapping my gift.” Inanna cautions, smiling ever so slightly as her advice is followed. “Not because it is delicate but... you’ll see.”

That little bit of teasing only gets Adeline even more excited. Her big hazel eyes gleam as she carefully unfolds the fabric wrapping, uncovering a handful of circular hairpins made of a silvery metal. They’re all quite ornate and beautiful. One is decorated with a decently large butterfly sitting atop a leafy wreath, a pair look like monochrome daisies, and another... is actually quite plain.

“This,” the Dwarf reaches over and points at that plain hairpin. “Is the first one I made, hence its simplicity. It is designed to have a ribbon threaded through it, which can then be tied into a small bow, if you would like.”

“Th-thanks, Miss Beryl, Miss Inanna...!”

“Mm. There is no need to be so formal.” A glimmer of amusement shines in Inanna’s copper-orange eyes. “We have been intimate on many an occasion, so it is only proper you address me – us, even – more intimately as well.”

Adeline blushes a bit, ever so slightly embarrassed by that slight slip up. But she doesn’t linger on it for long, delicately grabbing the butterfly themed hairpin and holding it up for Krvavy to take. Her smile only grows as it is pinned into her hair, secured into the strands that stretch over the base of her floppy bunny ear, not quite opposite of her loose and asymmetrical bun.

“Oh, ya can unwrap yer present before me.” Beryl so graciously gives Inanna the go ahead, reaching forwards and cutting out a slice of the blueberry pie for herself. “My dearest love, d’ya want one o’ these too?” She asks, noticing her Draconic lover’s still hungry gaze.

“Please, yeah.”

Deliberately and meticulously, the Dwarf opens her gift. “Mm.” She hums quite appreciatively, pulling free a fancy comb with long and sturdy teeth carved from a single piece of bone, its polished handle a dark wood inlaid with bright orange beads. “Making good use of your magic, I see~.”

“Less than ya’d think.” Beryl returns, pausing to take a bite of her pie. “Ah made the amber out o’ sap from my tree, and grew the wood used fer yer and Adeline’s gifts, but Ah carved them inta shape myself. Took a few tries, Ah’ll admit, but they’re ‘and made wit’ love and not simply grown inta shape~.”

“Thank you.” Earnest affection fills those two words, sounding all the more special coming from this normally neutral woman. Her copper-orange eyes watch quite closely as the tanned tomboy begins unfolding her present. “I hope you like those~.”

A grin fills Beryl’s face, verdant lips curled up and spread wide. “Ah do, Ah really do~.”

Sitting atop the fabric wrapping is a scattering of silvery piercings. Studs, small rings, a few bars... Most are fairly plain and smooth, though a few do have a floral or leafy motif to them.

“Ha~!” Krvavy laughs, trailing her gaze over that simple assortment of jewellery. “I don’t think those are just for your ear–”

The barbarian abruptly cuts herself off, brow furrowing as her gaze drops down to the Far-Speaking ring nestled on her lower right horn. It is pulsing. An illusion that only she can see and feel... and ‘hear’, that sensation pinging at the back of her brain, telling her subconscious just who is trying to contact her. Not that she needed to ask, considering her current company.

“My dearest love...?”