Scrambling Towards Svaneti ♥

“Nngh...” A rather unhappy sound rumbles out from Krvavy’s core. She shakes her head and leans forwards, gently lowering the girl in her arms down onto the ground.

The light of the setting sun bathes these sparsely wooded hills in warm orange and red hues, as if the land itself was sitting in front of a calm and cozy campfire. Those soft sunbeams filter through the clouds and between the few trees, catching on Thea’s dress and dancing across her neatly braided hair, dyeing her silken silver-blonde strands a more gingery gold.

“Hmph...” A scowled sneer plays at Thea’s lips as she takes in her surroundings, standing on slightly unsteady legs. The wooden heels of her sandals really aren’t the best for this rather rocky terrain. But they’re more comfortable than going barefoot. For a delicate noble girl such as herself, at least. “Are we setting camp here?”

“No.” Krvavy easily answers, looking towards the horizon. “We can still go on for quite a few more hours. But...” She glances towards Khalia, and the Halfling held in that Were-Beast’s arms, before turning back to meet her brat’s gaze. “This is your last chance to –”

“Oh, shut up.” Thea simply rolls her beautiful blue eyes. “I am not going to scurry back home like some sort of cowardly cur, tail tucked between the legs and head bowed in shame. My mind is set. And you will not change it.”

The Drakling takes a long and deep breath, doing the best she can to smother her worries and the many unpleasant feelings that accompany those dark thoughts. “Fine.” That single, slightly resentful, word hisses past her carnivorous teeth. “The ground won’t be as uneven from here out, so... it is time take advantage of our magic.”

The silver-blonde brat purses her lips and... immediately pulls her sundress off over her head, baring herself to the world. “I do not want a stray twig to catch and tear a hole in this.” She states, handing that single piece of clothing over to Adeline so that it can be nicely folded. A hint of discomfort fills her face as she removes her sandals as well, standing on the pebbly ground as she safely stores her footwear and dress in the Were-Beast’s bag.

Krvavy rolls her shoulders and adjusts the straps of her own backpack, getting herself as comfortable as she can for what is to come. “Ready?”

“Of course.” Thea wastes no time in grabbing onto her Draconic lover’s lower horns, using those handles to help pull herself up into Krvavy’s embrace. A red hue quickly colours her cheeks as the Drakling’s touch glides over her hips and onto her ass, strong scaled fingers finding purchase on her plush posterior, helping to hold her steady with quite the firm grip.

It takes a bit of effort, and some awkward maneuvering, but that beautiful brat is able to slip her legs through the very heavily padded leather loops hanging from the sides of her barbaric lover’s backpack. She pulls those reassuring restraints fairly tight around her knees, securing her lower body in place. Her arms soon follow, experiencing a similar fate further up, wrists bound with help from Adeline’s little hands.

Krvavy’s cock throbs and pulses, swiftly swelling to full stiffness as her bratty fiancée’s face nestles into her cleavage, the warmth of lewd magics already emanating from that girl. A wet heat drips down onto her impatient length. “We’ll... start off slow.” A tinge of concern fills Krvavy’s voice, battling with her growing need. “I don’t want to stumble and fall on top of you.”

“Nngh...” Thea wiggles her hips, pressing her hot and needy pussy right against the top of Krvavy’s colossal cock. Even just that little bit of contact is enough to make her tremble. “Get... get on with it already...!” She heatedly demands, burying her no doubt heavily flushed face between a pair of big and bare breasts, that expanse of snowy skin decorated with complex runic lines. “We only have so much time to–ohhHHHNH~!”

The barbarian nibbles on her bottom lip as just the tip of her towering shaft – barely more than its dribbling cumslit – slips inside that very willing woman, lined up and ready to delve deeper. “Right. Nnh~... Khalia,” she turns her gaze towards the grinning Were-Beast. “Stay close.”

“Yes Mate~!” An eager gleam fills that Greenskin’s amber-gold gaze. “Ehehehahe~...! Girlie just toy~...!”

Krvavy slowly inhales, giving her frustratingly stubborn fiancée’s ass another good squeeze, fingers kneading those soft cheeks as they tense beneath her touch. “Hahhh~...” She takes the first step.

“Hnnh~!” The silver-blonde brat bites back a moan, her body bouncing a bit within the barbarian’s embrace. “Hhhn~!” Her lover’s girthy tip squishes into her swollen slit, teasing at her entrance but doing little more than that. She is held too firmly to do more than wiggle and squirm. “Hhhah~!”

The temptation to simply drop Thea down her length, to bottom out inside that bratty blonde in one smooth motion, grows with each step Krvavy takes. But she resists that enticing urge, keeping it slow and the pleasure manageable. Her focus should be on walking. On not falling. Her pace picks up a little, far from a jog but still on the swifter side.

“Haa~!” Thea gasps and shudders, the flared crown of that colossal cockhead mashing into her lower lips. “Hngh~!” She lewdly groans as that fat fuckstick finally forces its way into her pleasingly pliable pussy, her tight love tunnel so easily spreading around an invader that is a fair bit bigger than her own fist. One that has been inside of her more times than she can count. “GHHNH~!”

Gentle waves of pleasure flow through the barbarian’s body. A constricting heat clenches around her cockhead, that wonderfully wet warmth snugly squishing her sensitive tip.

“Hhhhngh~!” Each light bounce of a step whittles away at Thea’s will, her incredible composure crumbling as it becomes harder to bury her bliss and muffle her moans. “HhaaaAHHNH~!” Her swollen slit swallows the first ridge that lines this Drakling’s dick.

The rocky hills that hide their home begin to fade into the distance behind them, tucked away behind a veil of increasingly tall trees.

“Nnhghhmnnghh~!” The silver-blonde brat shamelessly kisses at Krvavy’s chest, her flushed face still nestled so nicely between bare breasts that are each bigger than her head. “Hghhnhmmnmh~!” Every little sound she makes vibrates through her barbaric lover’s body, competing with the beat of Krvavy’s heart. “NnnhhHHHH~!” The second ridge slips inside her slick hole.

Step by step, gravity guides this noble girl down the Drakling’s dick. Though not as quickly as the world would prefer, those strong scaled hands holding the beautiful brat back. But, bit by bit, more and more of that monstrously colossal cock is crammed into Thea’s cunt. Slowly but steadily.

“HHGHHH~!” Lewd liquids gush out around that girthy length as its third ridge squeezes into Thea’s needy slit. Her insides clench and convulse around that cock, quivering and caressing it with a **** need enhanced by her own magic, making even the slightest sensation into something truly sublime. “HHAAAAHNNNGHH~!”

Were it not for the lewd energies suffused throughout her body and soul, then even just half of the Drakling’s dick would be more than this little princess’ pussy could handle. The entrance to her womb would block it from going any deeper, and beating against that sensitive spot wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable for the brat. But as is... that barrier barely kisses at Krvavy’s throbbing cockhead, kept just in reach of her rigid rod regardless of what reality has to say.

“Hahhhh~...!” Krvavy is far from out of breath, but the pleasure pulsing through her body has left her chest heaving all the same. “Hhhhn~...!” She sharply sucks in a lungful of air. “Hahhhhh~...!” She heavily exhales. “Hhhn~...! Haahhh~...!” Her inhuman feet thump into the ground, strong legs pumping away at a decently fast pace.

The fourth ridge forces its way inside Thea’s shuddering slit, doing as the others had done as it grinds and rubs against the sensitive walls of her love tunnel. “GHHNHK~!” The bratty girl chokes a little, her saliva soaking through her Draconic lover’s cleavage and making quite the sloppy mess.

Luckily, the runes painted onto Krvavy’s skin cannot be removed until after they have been activated and burned out. So they won’t be getting smudged or ruined by this perverse princess.

“GHH~! FuuUUUUCK~!” Thea tilts her head back and screams her pleasure into the air, those lewd sounds echoing through the forest. “HhhhhHHAA~! Y-YEESHHHNNH~!” Her undulating insides clench around Krvavy’s cock, squeezing that oversized shaft with a **** need. The delicate muscles in her legs tense as she very briefly lifts herself up and out of her lover’s hands, only to slam herself back down onto this Drakling’s dick, her sopping slit effortlessly swallowing the last two ridges that line its length. “YYYHHHHSSHHHHN~!”

Ecstasy swirls through Krvavy’s mind, her vision going hazy as she struggles to focus on the task at hand. On moving forwards through these woods. “Hhnngh~!” She nearly stumbles as the entrance to her first fiancée’s womb finally embraces the tip of her cock, that barrier twitching and throbbing as it is mashed into the barbarian’s brutish battering ram. Her touch trails up that beautiful blonde’s back, her grip on the girl shifting into more of a squeezing hug.

Each needy buck and bouncing jog squishes the bound brat’s stiff little nub of a clit into the simple yet undeniably magical mark that adorns this Drakling’s pale skin. A mark surrounded by runic lines that respect its honoured spot directly above the root of her ridged rod.

“YYHHHSHHHHHHNNGHHHNH~!” The blissed-out brat buries her face back into the barbarian’s breasts, sweet juices squirting from her stuffed slit and splattering into the mark that she so desperately wants to add her own little bit onto, just as Beryl has. “SSHHHHHNNNMMGH~!” But for now she will simply have to settle with pressing her little bush of silver-blonde hair, trimmed and sculpted into the shape of an adorable heart, into the center of that mark.

“Hhghhh~!” Krvavy groans, her hefty sack clenching up against her body as the cunt constricting around her cock convulses uncontrollably. “NNH~!” She isn’t in the state of mind to hold back, letting that euphoric bliss flow through her very being, washing away the worries and stress and tension that set them on this **** journey.

“GHHNKHHHN~!” That euphoric scream is muffled just a bit more than those before it as teeth sink into a single pale tit, squishing that firm flesh but lacking the strength needed to leave more than a faint hickey. “HHHNK~!”

The Drakling’s dick pulses and throbs as seed shoots up its length, spurt after spurt erupting straight into the willing womb of her wife-to-be. White static tingles at the edges of her eyes, growing more intense as each sprinted step bashes her turgid tip into the depths of her degenerate fiancée.

Thea’s tight love tunnel wrings all the cum it can from the cock speared inside of her, squeezing and shuddering as she is treated as nothing more than an accessory to be worn, a toy to be used. Bliss washes over the bodies of both barbarian and brat, that overwhelming ecstasy drowning all but their base instincts.

Each jogged bounce sees more lewd liquids leak past the imperfect seal clenching around Krvavy’s cock, that mess of cum and sweet juices flowing over her heavy sack as it splatters onto her thighs, legs, then the ground below.

A trail of spilled seed marks their path, staining the soil with the scent of sex as the Drakling continues on towards the falling sun, chasing it over the horizon.

“Hhh! Maa–aaate!” Khalia’s breathless howl echoes through the sparse woodland. “Caaaaamp! Hhhhh! Tiiiimmmee! Caaamp! Caaaammmmmp!”

That insistent, begging request just barely makes its way into the dazed Drakling’s mind.

Without conscious thought, Krvavy’s unsteady sprint begins to slow into a jerky jog, then a wobbly walk. Her last few staggered steps see her swaying side to side. “Nngh~...!” Her shoulder slams into the trunk of a rather sturdy tree as she finally comes to a stop.

A few leaves fall down from the branches above, shaken loose not long before they would have naturally dropped. Dim starlight dances through that thinning canopy.

The wind magic suffusing this barbarian’s exhausted body fizzles and fades. She may have the mana to keep it running for... a little while longer. But she simply doesn’t have the will to keep it active anymore. “Hahhh~...” Krvavy’s legs buckle and she gives into the pull of gravity.

Twigs crunch beneath Khalia’s bestial feet as she steps up beside her kneeling Mate, her swarthy green skin glistening with beads of sweat. “Hhh! Hhhhh!” She drops into a squat and slips the overstuffed backpack off her shoulders. “Hhhh!” Her paw-like hands tremble just a little as she helps the tiny blonde climb free from her safe and secure spot within that bag.

Adeline pulls her shoulders in and shivers a little, feeling the chill of night even in the moderately thicker fabrics of her plain peasant dress. She quickly retrieves one of the smaller blankets she had been sitting atop and wraps it around herself like a shawl.

“Hahhhhh~...” Krvavy’s chest heaves as she finally gets a chance to catch her breath. “Haahhhnh~...” Her touch trails across Thea’s tense and trembling back, sliding over sweat dampened skin and slipping beneath the warm pelt that the girl is wearing like a cape.

The Halfling’s little hands quickly get to work, freeing her fellow fiancée’s arms and legs from the padded restraints holding them in place. Her brow furrows with the faintest bit of concern as she gently massages the reddish band of skin on Thea’s wrist.

“Ghhnnn~...” That bratty girl groans in exhausted bliss, her quivering cunt constricting and convulsing around the cock that has been sheathed inside of her for hours and hours on end, pretty much the entire day from dawn to dusk. “Ghhuh~...!” Despite how sore and well-used she is, her hungry hole still clings to the Drakling’s dick, filling the air with sloppy wet squelching and slurping sounds as she is lifted up and out of her lover’s lap.

Lewd liquids spill from that noble girl’s gaping slit, her soft belly swollen from the sheer amount of seed that has been stuffed inside her womb.

“Rrrhhhhrh...” Khalia’s plump lips press into a pout as she eyes that messy meal. But rather than waste her energy on tasting what she would consider a delicious treat, this good girl instead begins gathering sticks for the fire, clearing out a spot for them to set up camp.

“Hhhah~... Hhhhaah...” Krvavy continues to gasp and pant, regaining her breath bit by bit. Her shaft shudders and slowly begins to sag, finally able to soften now that it is free from Thea’s embrace, no longer kept hard by decree of that beautiful brat’s degenerate magics. “Thh... Thea...” She sighs, leaning forwards and brushing a stray strand of sweat soaked hair away from her fiancée’s flushed face. That bit of contact sends a gentle pulse of pleasure jolting through her skin. But Krvavy is too tired to be swayed by that. “We... we’re done f...for the night...”

Even though Thea is clearly in no state to think, enough of her is still present to at least vaguely understand what those weak words imply. The tingling sensations rolling off of her in waves recede and then condense within her core, echoing out as a quick flash of light that briefly bathes her surroundings in a delicate pink glow.

All of the sweat and cum is cleaned away in an instant, leaving the bodies of her and her loves almost sparkling in the starlight. All of the dirt and grime is purged within that moment, leaving the mossy ground and the bushes and the ferns and the trees free of all filth... for a fair distance in every direction.

“GhhHHHK~!” Euphoric ecstasy stabs through Thea’s very being, the ‘recoil’ of Climactic Cleansing filling her with an immense amount of pleasure, pushing her over the edge one last time tonight. “HHHNNGHK~!” Her heels dig into the ground and her hips buck up into the air, grinding into a cock that isn’t there. Sweet juices splatter free from her well-fucked hole, leaving a slightly wet mess where a bigger one was just moments ago. “Hkhhhnnh...!”

Like a marionette whose strings had just been cut... that lewd brat collapses onto the ground, completely limp and barely moving.

Krvavy just shakes her head and scoops that utterly **** girl back into her sore arms. Staying on her knees, the Drakling half crawls half shuffles over to the blanket that Adeline so kindly spread out, gently placing Thea down on it and loosely wrapping her up. The backpack strapped over Krvavy’s shoulders comes off a few seconds later, getting dropped beside the one Khalia had been carrying all day.

The few rocks dotting the ground are gathered up and placed around the growing pile of sticks, forming a circle that is soon made more solid with a little bit of help from Sculpt Stone. Krvavy snaps her fingers, sparks flying out with that sharp noise, and sets their campfire alight.

Warmth spreads throughout this small clearing as those present settle down and make themselves comfortable.

“Rrrghhmmh...” Khalia stares quite longingly at Thea’s flushed and swollen slit, which glistens faintly in the firelight. “Mrrnh...” She shakes her head and crawls behind her Mate, her furred shoulder pressing into the barbarian’s back as a thick tail naturally curls into her lap.

The waterproof fabric wrapped around one of the packed pasties is peeled away, letting a little bit of steam escape as that hearty, and freshly heated, meal is passed into the precious puppy’s paw-like hands.

“Hehehheh~...” The carnivorous Were-Beast giggles as her tusks and teeth sink into her dinner, tasting the delicious meaty filling. “Thanks, little... little bunbun~...”

Adeline blinks as she hears that new nickname. Her round cheeks gain a rather rosy hue as she hurriedly pushes the next pastie towards her Draconic lover. Her fiancée. Who takes it without question.

The barbarian bites into that pastie, her mouth filling with partially melted cheese and flavourful herbs. She closes her eyes and relaxes, basking in the heat of this campfire and the warmth of her girls.

They’ve only been away from home for a day and a bit, but they’ve covered an amazing distance in that short amount of time. And, as loathe as the Drakling is to admit it, she owes that entirely to Thea. Without being able to constantly use Windborne Haste... Well, she may not have even reached that big river yet. Though crossing it would have been a lot easier without a backpack and brat strapped so securely onto her body...

Still, there is a very good chance that they actually will make it to Svaneti before it... falls. Maybe even before the siege has truly begun. Though that is quite hopeful.

Especially since they’ll be taking a safer, and slightly slower, route to get there.

She isn’t going to put the lives of her girls on the line just so that she has a better chance at getting her ****. Not even if doing so would just so happen to also save the lives of who knows how many other people, none of which she has ever met before. Not even if some of those people are members of her fiancée’s family. She isn’t selfless. She is, in fact, quite selfish. And she will happily admit that. At least in this instance, in these circumstances.

“K...Krvavy...?” A pair of arms so much smaller than her own wrap around the barbarian’s bicep, holding onto it in a hug. “Please... don’t p-push your-s-se-elf too hard...” The bottom-heavy blonde nervously begs, her dark-green dress rustling a little as she audibly shifts her weight back and forth between her little bunny paw feet.

The Drakling cracks an eye open and meets her Halfling’s concerned gaze. “Hhhh...” She softly sighs, lifting her shoulder before pulling that bunny-mouse girl into her lap. “We... can’t really afford to take things easy.”

“I... I know... B-but...!”

“Shhh...” Krvavy’s scaled fingers gently press into the underside of Adeline’s chin, lifting up her newest fiancée’s face. “Sshhhh...” She leans in, her lips hovering so close to those of this adorable girl that she is lucky enough to call her own, in every sense of the word. “Ssshhhhh...”

Any further protests or concerned murmurs that Adeline may make are silenced with a kiss.

Krvavy reaches above her head and grabs onto a sturdy branch with both of her hands, giving it a rather rough tug. Certain that it will hold her weight, she pulls herself up, nails digging into its bark as her chin peeks over that creaking bit of wood. She strains her eyes and stares through the gaps in the trees.

Far, far in the distance ahead, beneath a dim and cloudy sky, stands Svaneti.

And around that vague cluster of buildings which was once Thea’s home are countless little dots. Tents? Carts and wagons? Banners, flags, and standards? Siege weapons? A combination of all that plus a mass of soldiers swarming about? It is all too far away to tell for certain.

The Drakling drops back down to the ground. “Nngh...” She lightly grunts, rolling her stiff shoulders and stretching her sore spine. That does little to alleviate the dull ache in her back.

Faint speckling sunlight filters in through the sparse canopy above, coming into these wooded foothills at more and more of an angle as the hours pass on by. The sun is past its zenith and has been descending for a while already, though it will still be quite some time before it sets beneath the horizon.

And by that point... there is a good chance that either Krvavy or the Duke will be dead.

The barbarian’s heart beats a little irregularly as she gazes towards the city she can no longer see. Anxiety swirls through her mind, mixing with excitement and anticipation. It will take an hour more, maybe two, to finally reach her destination. So she had best stop wasting her time and get ready.

With a shake of her head, Krvavy turns away from Svaneti. The looming mountains just south of here hardly get a glance as she begins to descend down this steep and rocky slope, clawed fingers and inhuman toes clinging onto cracks in the stone. A few small pebbles are dislodged beneath her Draconic feet, scattering and bouncing in the same direction she is heading. Into the narrow ravine below.

Those loose little bits of debris plink into the crystal clear river that flows through the bottom of this slightly claustrophobic canyon. On solid ground once more, Krvavy follows that trickling stream towards the faint scent of woodsmoke, soon arriving at the safe and secure spot where she and her girls have set camp.

The Drakling ducks beneath one of the tarps stretched across this crevice at an angle, and quickly kneels down beside the backpack she spent the last few days carrying around.

“What...?” Thea grimaces just a little, resisting the urge to clear her sore throat as she instead takes a sip of the steaming tea that fills her stone mug. “What are you doing?”

A metallic noise somewhere between a clink and a clang echoes out as Krvavy’s ‘helmet’ is pulled free and dropped onto the ground. Was there even a point in bringing that mask, circlet, thing? It doesn’t protect much more than her face. Then again, wearing it also has next to no impact on how much True Defence Naturists Blessing gives her, so...

“Getting my armour.” Krvavy points out the obvious, idly lifting up her nice leather loincloth and placing it aside. That is something she’ll be wearing. But what else...? The big hip plate tassets? She didn’t bring along any other armour for her legs, so... maybe...? “We’re here, and you’re all settled in. So I’m ready to get this over with.”

Adeline’s brow knits together, rising in the middle and sinking at the sides as concern fills her face. “B-but...” She awkwardly fiddles with a pastie still wrapped up in its waterproof fabric. “You haven't e-ea-eate-en y-yet... Or taken a br-break...!”

“I can have a snack on the way.” The barbarian waves off the worries of her sweet and innocent bunny-mouse. “And I’ve already caught my breath. That is enough of a break.”

“Hmph...” Thea huffs and softly shakes her head, before glancing towards the Were-Beast.

Amber-gold eyes meet a pair the same colour as the sky on a sunny day. A single subtle nod is exchanged.

“Rrrrgh...!” An aggressive growl cuts through the air, serving as the only warning given before a strong paw-like hand darts forwards and roughly grabs onto the Drakling’s wrist, dangerous claws digging into black scales.

“Khalia...” Stern annoyance underlines that single word as Krvavy slowly glances back over her shoulder, meeting her precious puppy’s intense gaze. “Let go of me.”