'Interrogating' Inanna

Krvavy’s entire body is sore. Each slight movement sends uncomfortable aches through her. Having been shot with a bow, a crossbow, and a gun, Krvavy can absolutely say that this feels worse.

She definitely went overboard in pounding her puppy. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Khalia is beyond satisfied. The Orc is more or less in a cum-coma, her belly visibly swollen with seed. She kept wanting more and more, so Krvavy kept giving her more and more, until the pleasure overwhelmed her. Even now aftershocks are still rolling across her wet and freshly washed form, causing the Orc to twitch and moan in her sleep.

It is kind of adorable, if a pretty perverted sight.

The barbarian smiles down at her Orc as she carries Khalia in her arms, walking up the path away from the hot springs. Krvavy is holding her puppy like a princess, carefully cradling her head and making this as comfortable as she can for the **** Orc.

And Beryl is slung over her shoulder.

Krvavy is still pretty upset with the Elf. She was even tempted to leave Beryl down in the grotto. But the barbarian ultimately decided to carry her up as well. They are going to have quite the talk when Beryl wakes up.

It honestly kind of annoys her that Beryl even passed out in the first place.

The only pleasure the Elf got was from Khalia grinding against her and Krvavy’s hefty sack slapping against her slit. That shouldn’t have been enough for her to get off, let alone cum herself into unconsciousness. But it obviously was. Guess she was just that ****. Still though, the barbarian would have preferred it if Beryl wasn’t able to get off like that, if she was stuck suffering at the edge of orgasm...

Passing through the doorway into her home, Krvavy beelines straight for their bedding. The barbarian delicately places Khalia down, before plopping the Elf beside her with a fair bit less care.

Her stomach rumbles hungrily and Krvavy turns towards the fireplace. Thea and Inanna are sitting nearby, but the barbarian ignores them both as she grabs up a bowl and fills it with stew. Not bothering to pick up a spoon, Krvavy simply brings the bowl to her lips and tilts her head back, drinking the meal down.

But after all that she has done today a single bowl isn’t enough to sate her hunger. So once it is empty she fills it back up for seconds, thirds, and then fourths.

Finally feeling full, Krvavy plops herself down onto one of the stone seats. They aren’t the most comfortable, being just a stone block with some moss and a pelt atop it, but it is better than sitting on the ground.

“Eeeek!” Thea squeaks out in surprise as the barbarian grabs onto her and drags the little brat over.

Krvavy is in a bit of an odd mood right now. She is exhausted and sore, completely lacking the energy to do anything sexual. But she really wants to cuddle with her little princess, to feel Thea’s warmth against her skin and to hold the girl in her arms.

Sadly, that desire is a little difficult to fulfill due to the blanket wrapped around the noble girl. Thea is clearly not comfortable being naked with a guest in their home, and if she doesn’t want to be exposed in front of this Dwarf, then Krvavy will respect that. For the most part.

“H-hey!” Thea indignantly protests, her face flushing red as she tried to keep herself covered up “What are yo–”

The barbarian silences her with a quick kiss, leaving the brat flustered as her eyes dart over to Inanna.

Taking advantage of that distraction, Krvavy quickly yanks the sheet off of Thea before pulling the naked girl into her lap. The bratty noble hardly has the chance to realize what happened before the blanket drapes back over her, wrapping them both in warmth.

“Relax. I just want to hug you.” The barbarian sighs out in content, wrapping her arms around Thea’s waist and resting her chin atop the silver-blonde brats head. “Nothing indecent is going to happen. I’m far too tired for that.”

Thea squirms slightly in Krvavy’s lap, rubbing her round rear against the barbarian’s completely soft cock. “This is in-indecent...” She mutters out quietly, simmering in embarrassment as her bright red blush slowly spreads down her neck.

A deep feeling of satisfaction fills Krvavy, as she holds tightly onto her little princess and gently squeezes the girl in her grasp. This is great. And it isn’t even tainted by her lust, so she can just enjoy the feeling of holding onto Thea like this.

The barbarian’s eyes lazily make their way over to Inanna, glancing over the Dwarf before abruptly jerking back to her.

It is rather fortunate that Krvavy’s lust has been thoroughly dealt with, as the Dwarf is completely naked. And without her dress covering her up, it is impossible to ignore Inanna’s huge tits. They are absolutely massive, and not just because they are on her rather short form. Each one is definitely at least twice as large as Inanna’s head, no doubt about that now.

The Dwarf woman’s titanic tits droop down quite a bit, almost resting on her thick thighs, but not as much as they should be considering their size. Krvavy wouldn’t use the word perky by any means, but they are being held up a little bit. If the barbarian was horny right now, she would definitely want to get her hands on those monstrous mammaries. To feel their weight, how squishy they are, how firm they feel...

“Ahem.” Krvavy clears her throat and lightly shakes her head, before moving her gaze back up to meet Inanna’s copper-orange eyes. “[Why... why are you naked?]”

Inanna slowly raises a thick eyebrow. “[Is that not the custom around here?]”

Krvavy opens her mouth but pauses before responding. Being naked around here is pretty normal, but... “[You can wear clothes if you’d like. You don’t have to be naked.]”

The Dwarf simply shrugs her shoulders. “[I only have the one dress. I’d rather not wear it down for no reason.]”

“[Huh?]” Krvavy is caught slightly off guard by how nonchalant that was. “[You... you are fine with being naked like this...?]”

“[Why would I not be?]” Inanna blankly replies. “[I have nothing that you or your girls haven’t seen before.]”

That is an... interesting way to look at it, to say the least.

“[Yeah, but...]” The barbarian slowly speaks, trying to find the right words. “[You do know that I’m going to be lusting after you, right? I can’t exactly help that. And if didn’t just... ahem... tire myself out, then I’d probably be all over you right now.]”

“[And would a thin layer of fabric stop that?]” The Dwarf rhetorically returns, already knowing the answer.

Krvavy purses her lips unhappily. She doesn’t mind being called out like that, but the barbarian doesn’t want Inanna to feel like she is moments away from being **** at all times...

“Psst...! What are you talking about...?” Thea quietly whispers out from within the barbarian’s grasp.

“Oh... I was just asking why she is naked.”

“Well?” A bit of demand makes its way into the bratty girl’s voice, before quickly shifting to annoyance. “This Dwarf of yours just stripped down out of nowhere, like some sort of... some sort of freak!”

“My Dwarf, huh...?” Krvavy thoughtfully mutters out. It really does seem like that, doesn’t it? Sure she was the one who kidnapped Inanna, so Krvavy shouldn’t be surprised by that, but it just feels a bit odd. Almost too easy, really.

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“Well?” Thea roughly elbows Krvavy in the stomach. “Why is this Dwarf naked?!”

“She doesn’t want her dress to get damaged.”

“Really?! That is it?!” The bratty girl huffs out incredulously. “I thought that Dwarves were supposed to have dignity!? What sort of weirdo did you bring home?!”

“Be nice.” Krvavy chides, briefly squeezing Thea a little tighter. “Did you really miss me that much?”

“W-what!? Where is that coming from?! I do not care what you do, you... you lousy lizard!”

Krvavy trail a finger along her little princess’ jaw, lifting Thea’s chin up before claiming the girl’s lips with a kiss.

The barbarian’s long tongue pushes its way into Thea’s mouth, quickly dominating the brat and drawing out muffled moans.

But just as the kiss begins to get too heated, with Thea’s delicate hands starting to trail across the barbarian’s body, Krvavy abruptly pulls back.

“Hah... Y-you...!” Thea stammers out, her face a bright red colour. The girl jumps slightly in Krvavy’s arms as her eyes glance over at the unimpressed Dwarf, immediately widening in shock. “You bully!” She squeaks out in embarrassment, burying her face into Krvavy’s chest, trying to hide beneath the blanket.

Krvavy just smiles happily as her hand lovingly pats her brats head. She missed this.

The barbarian takes a few minutes to just enjoy Thea’s presence, but she can’t ignore Inanna forever. She needs to know more about... her Dwarf.

But there is a problem with that: Krvavy has no idea where to begin. There are so many things she could ask Inanna, but she doesn’t know how to ask them or even if the Dwarf will give an answer

After a few moments an idea comes to her: what about the Dwarf’s character sheet? It would be a decent place to start, and there was one thing that stood out to her: Inanna’s mana. To put it nicely, this Dwarf’s mana was rather... underwhelming. Inanna is level twenty-two, with some pretty decent mental stats, and yet both her total mana and mana regen are worse than Thea’s, a girl more than a dozen levels lower with mental stats all below ten.

“[If you don’t mind me asking... Why is your mana so low? Just in general, I mean.]”

Inanna raises an eyebrow as her intense copper-orange eyes stare straight at Krvavy. “[I am a Dwarf.]” She says as if the answer was obvious, before sighing out after a few seconds under the barbarian’s expectant gaze. “[We Dwarves don’t mix well with magic. It is said that we receive only a quarter of the mana that other races would have with comparable levels, classes, and attributes. Though I do not know if that is exactly a quarter, or a simplification due to rounding.]”

That... honestly sounds pretty bad to Krvavy. Even though she hasn’t done all that much with magic, she absolutely loves it. The ability to make your will into reality with just a bit of thought and concentration... It is great.

So for a whole race to be pretty much nerfed when it comes to magic... Well, Krvavy is glad that her desire to not be short ultimately kept her from being a Dwarf. Kind of bullshit that there wasn’t a warning or anything during character creation, as she wouldn’t have even considered making herself a Dwarf had she known that...

“[It isn’t too bad.]” Inanna idly states, almost as if she could hear Krvavy’s thoughts. “[As a result of that, we Dwarves all have a base magical resistance of forty percent. And that is before relevant traits are considered, let alone the effects of armour or runes.]”

“[Wow...]” Krvavy mutters out. Forty percent... Being able to resist almost half of all magic damage straight off the bat... That is just ridiculous. Okay, being a Dwarf doesn’t seem that bad anymore. They definitely sound like the ideal race for a tank build. Still isn’t exactly Krvavy’s thing, but she can really see the value in that.

With the question answered, Inanna quickly falls back into silence.

“Who... who is this Dwarf anyway...?” Thea hesitantly speaks up after a few moments.

“Oh. You never got introduced...” The barbarian mutters out, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

“Yeah, and it is all the fault of that stupid knife-eared crone! Dumping this on me and then dragging you away! Who does she think she is?!”

Krvavy pats her silver-blonde brat on the head, calming the girl down a little. “Thea, this Dwarf is Inanna. She is a Runesmith, and she’ll be able to help build our home.”

“Hmm...” Thea hums thoughtfully. “Is that all you know about her?” She asks, sounding a little critical.

“Not really, but also yes.”

“And you have been with her for how many days?” The noble brat huffs out, shaking her head lightly. “How old is she? You can never tell with Dwarves. Almost as bad as Elves...”

“[Inanna, do you mind if I ask you some questions? Thea here wants to know more about you.]”

“[Go ahead.]” The Dwarf slightly shrugs her shoulders.

“[How old are you? Both in years and how much that is for a Dwarf.]”

“[I am forty-eight years of age.]” Inanna replies without any hesitation. “[That is roughly a seventh of the way through my lifespan, as we Dwarves tend to live around three-hundred-twenty years, give or take a few decades.]”

That response causes a twinge of annoyance to rise up in Krvavy, though not because of anything that Inanna had said. It is just a bit complicated, having all of these different races with their different lifespans. A number on its own doesn’t mean much without any context. For a human, being a seventh of the way through life would mean that they are roughly between eleven and fourteen, and Inanna is definitely much older than that. Not only did she have a job, but she also looks like she is in her late twenties or early thirties.

Seeing the barbarian’s thoughtful expression, Inanna decides to elaborate. “[We Dwarves are typically considered adults by our early twenties. Rather than a specific age, we must pass a test showing our maturity and ability to bear responsibility. As a result, some become adults younger and others much later. For myself, I became an adult at the age of twenty-two.]”

“[That’s interesting.]” Krvavy honestly replies. “[But what about the people who never grow up?]”

“[In theory? Exile.]” The Dwarf dryly responds. “[In practice, that never happens. The threat of being tossed out into the open world makes people smarten up and get their lives together. But there are still those who take years to mature, and they are typically punished for that. Usually by having their standing removed and being pushed into unpopular jobs, such as sanitation. Few wish to scrub down the sewers, no matter how important such a job is.]”

“Uh, hello!?” Thea indignantly elbows Krvavy once more. “How old is she? It does not take that many words to say a number!”

Krvavy clicks her tongue at Thea’s impatience before telling the noble girl what Inanna had said. Well, some of what Inanna said, as Krvavy left out the parts that she knows Thea could not care less about.

“Okay, then what about her family?” Thea immediately asks. “She does have a family, right?”

“[Thea wants to know if you have a family.]” Krvavy relays her brats question, frowning slightly as she does so. “[She is... worried that they will miss you.]” The barbarian lies, as she doesn’t want the Dwarf to think that Thea is a bitch. She kind of is, but that isn’t the point.

“[My mother will worry, but that is all.]” Inanna simply shrugs her shoulders. “[My cousins, aunts, and uncles were all rather happy to have someone who stained the family name sent off to a human city, so at most they will use my supposed **** for sympathy.]”

“[And your father?]”

“[Died when I was young. Around four or five, I can hardly remember. He ran into a collapsing mine and saved just over a dozen men, but he couldn’t save himself.]” The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes harden as a slight bit of anger makes its way onto her face. “[They blamed him for the collapse. He had been critical of the supports being used, claiming that they wouldn’t be strong enough to withstand an earthquake. He was right. That made those actually responsible look bad, as they had ignored valid concern. But there was nothing a grieving widow with a single young daughter could do to fight for his innocence, so they got off without even their reputations being tarnished.]”

Once again, Krvavy doesn’t really know how to respond to that. This Dwarf has not had a happy life, has she?

After a few moments of silence, Thea impatiently clears her throat. With a sigh, Krvavy begins to tell her what Inanna had said.

“Yeah, yeah.” The noble brat interrupts Krvavy, cutting the barbarian off shortly after hearing that Inanna only has her mother. “Now, how did she become a Runesmith? That sounds like it could be interesting.”

Having the question relayed to her in a slightly more polite manner, Inanna slowly gives her answer. “[It is a lengthy process, beginning when we are children. Before becoming adults, we Dwarves are put through a general education which covers a variety of topics, intended to help us find what we are good at. Of course, that isn’t everything and we must then still be accepted into one of the more specialized schools or as an apprentice.]”

The Dwarf pauses briefly to stretch her arms in front of her, inadvertently squishing her large breasts together and lifting them up. Even though Krvavy is completely spent, she still quite enjoys that sight.

“[I was accepted on account of my marks.]” Inanna continues. “[Had I not been top of my class, I am unsure if I would have been let in, on account of my family’s poor standing. Regardless, that led to a further decade of rather intense schooling, followed by four years of shadowing, and then finally being able to work as an entry-level Runesmith, which I have been for nearly a dozen years now.]”

Thea looks up at Krvavy expectantly, gently nudging the barbarian and making it clear that she wants to hear Inanna’s response.

“She had a lot of schooling.”

“Ugh!” The noble brat groans out. “This isn’t working!”

“Would you like to talk to her yourself?”

“Uh, yeah?!” Thea sarcastically replies. “It is a pain to talk through you! Just teach her how to speak already!”

“Me?” Krvavy playfully questions. “Didn’t Beryl say that was your job?”

The silver-blonde brat huffs and crosses her ams. “That crone is not the boss of me! Besides, you already speak her language!”

“Yeah, but... I don’t really understand either language.” Krvavy admits. “It is kind of... complicated? Weird? I hear what is being said as what I know, but I don’t really know what is being said...?” The barbarian suddenly shakes her head, as thinking about that is starting to give her a slight headache. “Look, I’ll help you. But I’m not entirely sure how useful I’ll be.”

“Fine...” Thea grumbles out, wiggling slightly in Krvavy’s lap.

“[Hey,]” The barbarian addresses the Dwarf, “[how do you feel about learning Common?]”

“[I would prefer to keep speaking my own tongue, but...]” Inanna slowly sighs out. “[It is more practical for me to learn how to communicate with your other women rather than the other way around. So yes, I am open to learning their language. Shall we begin now?]”

Krvavy glances to the side, looking out over the grotto. There is still a bit of sunlight filtering down through the skylights, but it’ll soon grow dark.