A (Relatively) Wholesome Breakfast

“Mmmh~...” A blissful hum rumbles from deep within Krvavy’s chest, pleasure and warmth flowing through her body as she swallows down a mouthful of... mushy beans. Which, despite not having the best texture, tastes absolutely amazing~!

The tiny blonde sitting sidesaddle in her lap trembles, blushing intensely as the big barbarian brings a spoon to her little lips. It took the entirety of yesterday, but Adeline is now free from her heat once more! Though all of the exercise required to burn that out of her left Adeline quite sore and weak. The girl doesn’t have the strength to stand on her own.

Which makes how delicious this breakfast is even more impressive. As Inanna made it, without help from the Halfling.

“Mm...” The Dwarf in question furrows her thick brow. She leans further forwards, forcing Krvavy to raise an arm to make space for her.

“Eeeeiiee...”

Inanna ignores that embarrassed squeak and simply continues to stare at the bunny-mouse girl’s soft belly. For a few more seconds, at least. “I must admit that I am disappointed by the fact that Adeline did not get a Mark as well, my Ushumgal.”

A slightly smug smile plays at Beryl’s lips as she unconsciously traces her fingers over the glowing lines that swirl across a portion of her caramel coloured skin. “Were ya ‘opin’ fer a repeat o’ last time~?” The Dryad shudders softly, her idle touch brushing over the pointy nub of her clit and bumping against the horseshoe shaped piercing nestled around it. Quite a few of the lines of her womb tattoo start around that spot, so that bit of contact probably wasn’t intentional.

“Indeed.” The Dwarf nods and pulls back. For the most part. Her big, bountiful breasts continue to just barely press into the barbarian’s arm, not hampering its ability to scoop up spoonfuls of food. “A portion of our love’s soul rubbed off on Adeline when her heat was first dealt with. I had hoped that their bond would grow, as yours did, upon this second time.”

“Aye it’d’ve been nice if our dearest love could ‘ave marked this sweetie as she did me.” Beryl easily agrees, turning her warm gaze towards the Halfling. Who is a bit too embarrassed – both by the current conversation and the memories of yesterday – to look at her for longer than a second. “They both would’a benefited from it, gainin’ a good boost o’ power... Not ta mention the Favour our dearest love surely would ‘ave earned...”

“Mhm. And it would have helped us gain an understanding as to why this ‘symbiosis of souls’ was formed. Because, as is, I haven’t a clue how it happened.”

“Really?” Thea speaks up from her spot by Krvavy’s other side, sounding quite skeptical as she stares over the bunny-mouse girl’s short shoulders. “You always have some idea or theory.”

“Mm...” Inanna shrugs and finally steps away from the Drakling, walking around the seated tomboy and climbing back onto her own chair. “At this point, all I have is baseless speculation. Beryl has had a portion of our Krvavy’s soul for a much shorter amount of time than you, Khalia, or even Adeline. Yet she is the first to make it to this... stage. And I very much doubt that to be because of our Krvavy’s full length fitting inside of her. Or from having all three of her holes ‘claimed’. Though I suppose we will see if that truly is the case when Krvavy takes your – or Khalia’s – anal virginity.”

The bratty noble girl blushes rather heavily at that last bit, though she still narrows her eyes and puts on quite the pouty look. She may protest... but the girl isn’t actually against that indignity. If anything, she is probably worried about enjoying it too much~.

“Maybe Ah’m just so devoted ta our dearest love tha’ ‘er soul recognized our bond~?” Beryl suggests, sounding both serious and teasing at the same time. Not even trying to be subtle, the tanned tomboy scoots her chair into the spot where Inanna was standing moments ago, letting her cuddle up closely to Krvavy’s side.

Adeline’s already rather red face grows a bit brighter. Her big hazel eyes stare down at the dexterous hand resting atop the soft pillows that are her thighs. Nothing nefarious is going on there, but... that doesn’t help this poor girl’s nerves. Because, at any moment, the touchy tomboy could do something to her.

The Dwarf shrugs again, scooping some mushy beans onto a piece of bread and taking a bite of it before bothering to respond to Beryl. “I suppose that the significance, or perceived significance, of the event could have played a part.” The faintest smile lingers at the edges of her dark-grey lips as she meets the Dryad’s gaze. “You made quite a show of it, after all.”

“Aye~.” Again, the former Wood Elf woman looks quite proud of herself. No doubt due in part to her Draconic lover wrapping an arm around her. The same arm holding onto that spoon. Which does mean that she get squished and jostled around a little, not that she cares one bit about that. “O’ course~. Ah couldn’t ‘ave such an important occasion be forgettable~!”

“Mhm. Giving yourself to our Krvavy in such a theatrical way could have been the key. Symbolism is quite important when it comes to magic. More so when the magic in question is this esoteric. Though it is just as likely that your intense desire for this outcome, whether conscious or not, is what manifested it instead. Much like how our Krvavy earns her Divine Favour.”

“Great...” Thea weakly grumbles. “Guess there is nothing we can do about that but wait for the ‘right moment’...”

“Oh~?” The teasing tomboy quite predictably perks up. “Do ya want a bigger piece o’ our dearest love’s soul tha’ much~? Do ya want ‘er ta brand ya wit’ a mark tha’ll leave all who see it wit’ no doubt as ta who owns ya~?”

The bratty girl glares back at Beryl, doing her best to ignore the intense blush spreading to her ears and shoulders. “Do I want to be bound even closer to the woman I am to marry? The woman who I am going to spend the rest of my life with?” Her stern act wavers slightly as her flustered embarrassment grows. “O-of course! Even if it were just a symbol and did not provide either of us any power, I would still want that degenerate mark for what it represents! It is better and more intimate than any ring! Though I still want one of those too!”

Silence hangs in the air, interrupted only by the sound of Thea’s heavy, panted breaths.

“Ya are so lucky tha’ this sweetie and our dearest love are between ya and me~...” Beryl softly whispers back. “Because otherwise Ah’d be kissin’ ya so ‘ard right now~...!”

Krvavy slowly places her spoon down into its near-empty bowl. A bright red colour fills her cheeks, just as it does for both Adeline and Thea’s faces. Her chest slowly rises and falls as she glances towards the beautiful brat sitting by her side. “Thea~... my lusty loveslave~... my little princess~... my fiancée~... I love you so, so, so fucking much~...!”

“Wha–mmmph~!” The first of Krvavy’s fiancée’s absolutely melts as her Draconic lover leans down and claims her lips. In the span of less than a single beat of her heart, the noble girl’s hands dart up and grab onto the Drakling’s horns, trembling slightly as she keeps their passionate and loving kiss from ending any time soon.

Both barbarian and brat near immediately lose themselves to each others embrace. A strong hand slowly glides up and down this delicate princess’ back, scaled fingers tracing lines over smooth and unblemished skin. Their tongues mingle and dance together, equally energetic and utterly overwhelmed by the intensely affectionate feelings washing over them both.

Time quickly loses all meaning to Krvavy. Her world shrinks down to barely more than just Thea. She hardly feels the weight and warmth of the small but bottom-heavy girl sitting in her lap. She hardly feels her other fiancée cuddled up against her side, clinging so closely onto her. The ambient sounds of cutlery clanking against bowls and, after a while, lovely voices holding a conversation go completely ignored.

Though eventually that kiss does need to come to an end. Not because either of them want it to, but because they both need to breathe. Thea perhaps more than Krvavy. Her lungs aren’t quite as large.

“Haaahhhhhh~...!” Drool drips down the beautiful brat’s chin, shakily getting wiped away by the back of her hand. The stiff nubs of her nipples poke out into the air as her half-lidded and slightly glazed over eyes gaze up at the Drakling she is to marry filled with nothing but love. “Hhhhhahh~...!”

“We would need to perform such an experiment many more times before we can even claim to be certain, but... I do believe that what we did worked, yes.”

Krvavy’s heart flutters as she gazes down at the soft and slightly parted lips of her first fiancée. She so very much wants to keep kissing her beautiful princess... But instead of going straight back to that, she takes a brief moment to glance over at her Dwarf.

“Enjoy yerself~?” Beryl teasingly asks, dark eyes glimmering with amusement.

“We were just discussing how Superior Stud V may function, in regards to it providing experience.” The busty shortstack plainly explains. “Specifically in what it considers as being ‘involved’ in your sexual activities. See –”

“Mpph~!”

That muffled gasp draws the Drakling’s attention back towards her brat. A tiny bit of disappointment wells up inside of her as she sees that Khalia has claimed Thea’s lips. But she doesn’t feel too bad about that. Krvavy already had her chance to kiss that bratty girl, so it is only fair that Khalia gets a go as well~. Though the Were-Beast would certainly prefer to kiss her. And she wouldn’t mind that either...

“See,” Inanna continues on as if that interruption never happened, only having waited for Krvavy’s gaze to turn back to her. “I suspect that we will gain experience from Superior Stud as long as we are engaged in a sexual activity directly related to you, though not necessarily one that directly involves you. An example would be what we did last night. You had sex with Beryl while her vines pleasured us in turn. We were all ‘involved’ in the same sexual act, yet there was a degree of separation between you and I, for instance. The question is how large can that separation become before your trait stops providing us experience. Would it still function if we merely pleasured ourselves to the sight of you performing such an act on one of the others?”

“Ah would ‘ope so,” Beryl nuzzles her head into the barbarian’s bicep, “because watchin’ ‘er work is quite a wonderful way ta pass the time~.”

“Mhm.” The Dwarf nods in agreement to that. “Though I should add that, if my theory holds true, then I would not be surprised if the amount of experience gained is related to how directly ‘involved’ we are with you in these acts, my Ushumgal. The greater separation, the less experience provided.”

“Aye, otherwise we could easily power up an entire army just by ‘avin’ sex on a stage fer all ta see~.”

Krvavy glances down at her Dryad... only for her unimpressed gaze to be met with a less than innocent smile. Did she corrupt this former Elf into being such a pervert? Or did Beryl always have this degenerate streak hidden away inside of her?

Inanna’s thick brow furrows. “Mm... I feel that would go far beyond what Superior Stud is intended for. So perhaps the mention of being ‘involved’ implies more than the sexual act alone? We are, after all, emotionally and romantically involved with our Krvavy... And requiring that sort of connection would also fit, to some degree, with the ‘stud’ aspect of its name...”

Beryl shrugs dismissively, scooping up a spoonful of food and bringing it to Krvavy’s mouth.

The barbarian simply lets the clingy tomboy hand feed her, not resisting that in the slightest. And why would she resist? If she doesn’t have to do that ‘work’ herself, then that means both of her hands are free to do as they please. One grabs onto her tanned tomboy’s toned thighs, idly caressing across some wonderfully smooth caramel coloured skin, while the other curls around Adeline’s wide hips and comes to rest on that adorable girl’s soft belly.

“Eeeeiieehhh...!” Quite predictably, that innocent bit of contact draws a weak squeak past the Halfling’s cute little lips. And it only takes a couple seconds before that soft sound is muffled to the point of being inaudible as Adeline hides her heavily flushed face behind those floppy bunny ears of hers.

The loosely coiled grip of Adeline’s thin, fur-tipped tail tightens around the Drakling’s much more meatier tail.

A comfortable quiet fills the dining room as half of those present continue to eat the fairly basic but still quite delicious food. The Halfling has clearly had her fill, otherwise she wouldn’t have covered up her face just yet, and Thea is far too busy being aggressively kissed by the Were-Beast. Surprisingly, that quite sloppy make out session isn’t all that loud. Probably because it isn’t all that energetic either. At least not compared to how Khalia usually kisses.

“Mmmgh...” Krvavy reluctantly lifts her hand from Beryl’s lap, grabbing onto the Dryad’s wrist. She swallows down a mouthful of mushy beans. “I think I’ve had enough.”

“Ya sure?” The tanned tomboy asks, giving the emptied spoon a very slight shake. “Ya ‘ad lots o’ exercise yesterday, so don’t ya need ta regain the energy ya lost?”

“Forgetting about all the nectar you had me drink?” The barbarian returns, finding her eyes drawn down towards a certain pair of leaf-green nipples.

Verdant lips spread into wide smile. “Would ya like another sip~?”

“Of course~.” Krvavy playfully responds, reaching out and grabbing onto a cup, before bringing it to her lips and casually downing its contents. All while staring rather smugly into the dark pools of her Dryad’s eyes.

“Ach,” Beryl slowly shakes her head. “Tha’ is not wha’ Ah meant and ya know it.”

Krvavy just grins as she places the now-empty cup back down.

“Mm. My Ushumgal.” Inanna calmly speaks up, drawing the Drakling’s attention over to where she still sits. “We have kept you quite busy these past couple days, ever since you returned to us. You haven’t even had time to fully unpack what you brought back from Raseyne.”

The barbarian slowly blinks. Between the cuddling that immediately followed her return, the entire day spent putting the finishing touches on their home, the whole thing with Superior Stud and Supernatural Stud, the lewd sorta orgy that Beryl orchestrated, the marathon that was burning out Adeline’s heat... The backpack and everything within it had... completely passed her mind.

“I took the liberty of unpacking it yesterday.” The Dwarf helpfully states. “At least partially. The foodstuffs have been stored away where they belong. But the other items... I felt that you may have wanted to show them off. Should I go and get the backpack?”

“Uh... sure?”

“Tsk.” Beryl clicks her tongue and pulls back from the barbarian, just as the busty shortstack rises to her feet. “Ah’ll clear the table then. So go on ahead, my dear Dwarf.”

Inanna gives a thankful nod and begins to walk away.

“No, no, my dearest love.” A slim but strong hand presses down on Krvavy’s shoulder. “Ah don’t need yer ‘elp. It won’t take me long at all.”

Four vines reach out from the Dryad’s back, their tips splitting open into three pronged grippers that grab up most of the cups, bowls, and cutlery with ease.

“So stay seated and keep cuddlin’ wit’ tha’ sweetie o’ ours.” A faintly teasing smile plays at Beryl’s lips as she glances towards the Were-Beast and brat. Who are still making out. “Ah’d tell them ta keep at it too, if Ah wasn’t certain my words’d fall on deaf ears~.”

The touchy tomboy’s fingers almost reluctantly pull away from her Draconic lover as she heads off to do as she said, lithe hips swaying with each step she takes. And the smug smile she shoots back over her shoulder shows that that is entirely intentional.

With nothing to keep Krvavy’s other hand occupied, it naturally finds a new home atop the thick thighs of the bottom-heavy girl sitting in her lap. Her emerald eyes remain locked on her Elvish lover’s absolutely perfect ass all the while.

But sadly, Beryl doesn’t stay in the barbarian’s line of sight the entire time. All too soon she steps through the doorway and out of the dining room, reappearing in the kitchen after a few long seconds. The uneaten food is placed down onto the central island, to be dealt with later, while the various dirty dishes are all placed beside or within the sink. Some, like the bowls, get filled with water and left to soak, but most simply need to wait until it is time for them to be washed.

Inanna returns just as the Dryad begins to dry off her hands. The mostly empty backpack is hefted up and placed onto the emptied table with a light thump.

Not to be left out, Beryl quickly finishes what she is doing and throws herself over the counter that divides the kitchen from the dining room, returning to Krvavy’s side as fast as she can. “Soo~... Wha’ do we ‘ave ‘ere~?” She playfully asks, reaching into the backpack and... pulling out a metallic urn.

“Mm.” The Dwarf hums. “Your remains, I presume?”

“Yeah...” Krvavy tiredly sighs, unable to keep the frown from her face. It is just an ordinary urn with nothing special about it. But she still doesn’t like the thing. “There’s no point in keeping those ashes. It’s not like that was my first ****. And even if it was... not sure I’d want it around as a reminder of that.”

The grey-skinned shortstack slowly nods her head. “If you do not want it around, then we could melt it down for its raw materials. Though I do not know if that would be entirely worth doing. It doesn’t appear to be made of particularly valuable metal.” She lifts a hand up and raps her knuckles against the urn, as if to prove her point.

“Ach, now, let’s not be ‘asty...!” The tanned tomboy turns her body just a bit, pulling the metal jar out of Inanna’s reach. “Why don’t we... use it as a flowerpot instead? Ta grow some new life, not just contain ****?”

“And what of its current contents?”

“Well... ‘ow about...” A gentle green hue fills the Dryad’s cheeks. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other as her attention fully focuses on Krvavy. “Can... can Ah sprinkle yer ashes around my tree?” Her verdant blush grows brighter, though not quite to the same colour as her lips. “Tha’ way a part o’ ya can join wit’ a... a part o’ me. We can be even closer than we are now...!”

The Drakling slowly looks between the metal jar and her Dryad. It probably isn’t wise to encourage Beryl’s clingy craziness, but... “Sure.”

At least this way the urn, and its contents, will actually serve a purpose.

“Thank ya, my dearest love~.” Warmth and affection drips from the Dryad’s voice as she cradles that cold, metal thing up against her bare chest, squishing her pert tits into it. This happy reaction alone is reason enough to keep that thing around.

Seeing that as her cue to move on, Inanna reaches into the backpack and pulls out a number of bundled up packages. “And these are...?”

Krvavy softly smiles. “Gifts for Adeline.”

“Eeeeip!” The girl in question squeaks in surprise, dropping her fluffy bunny ears away from her face as she stares wide-eyed at the amount of items supposedly for her.

That sudden noise also seems to distract Khalia, giving Thea the chance to escape their kiss. It lasted long enough anyway. “Hhhaah~...!” The bratty girl heavily pants out, shakily wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Which doesn’t do much more than smear the sloppy sheen of saliva that coats her skin.

“Oh~?” Beryl’s eyes light up as she looks those packages over. “Are these wha’ Ah think they are~?”

“Mm.” Inanna’s sturdy fingers untie the bit of twine securing the waterproof wrapping of one of those gifts in place. “If you were thinking lingerie, then yes, it would appear so.”

Krvavy gives her bottom-heavy bunny-mouse girl a gentle squeeze, leaning forwards slightly to nuzzle her chin into the top of that adorably timid blonde’s head. “Adeline wasn’t mine when I first bought that sort of stuff for the rest of you, so... I felt it was only fair she get some too.”

“Hahhh...!” Despite still being quite breathless, the bratty noble girl seems compelled to make a snarky comment of her own. “It... is not like we... hhhah... wear those perverse gifts very... hhahhhh... often...!”

“Aye, maybe not ‘we’ as a whole,” a wide grin fills the tanned tomboy’s face as she meets the brat’s soft-blue eyes, “but ya certainly do~.”

Out of everyone present, the only person here who is wearing anything is Thea. Though not enough to count as anything but naked. Her black stockings and matching choker don’t exactly cover her up. In fact, they kind of do the opposite, emphasizing the bare expanse of her light and unblemished skin.

“Hhhhmph...!” Thea doesn’t deign the Dryad’s playful comment with a proper response, simply huffing out rather heavily as she crosses her arms beneath her bare breasts. Which just so happens to squish those soft handfuls up in such a wonderful way...

Shhhnk, shhhhhnnk...

The barbarian’s attention is, unfortunately, drawn away from those beautiful boobs by the sound of a chair not so stealthily being dragged across the floor. She lightly shakes her head and mostly ignores that. A few seconds later, a pair of strong arms covered in beige-brown fur loosely wrap around her shoulders as she gains a wonderful new headrest in the form of some big, green-skinned breasts.

“Mm... Adeline, what do you think of this selection.”

The Halfling freezes as she is directly addressed. Only her hazel eyes move, darting back and forth across the various packages that the Dwarf had opened for her. “I-I-I...!”

Inanna lifts up a rather cutesy babydoll dress with layered lacy frills. Its vibrantly coloured yellow fabric is not the thickest and may even be a little transparent, making it obvious that this is something meant to be worn in the bedroom. And maybe elsewhere at home if the wearer wanted to be a little daring.

Another, near-identical, dress remains folded on the table, the only difference between the two being their colour. This second one is a lot more orange. Almost like a nice and bright bit of amber.

Beside that dress is a small assortment of lingerie bras and panties, two pairs each of white, yellow, and orange. The adorable Halfling trembles slightly as she notices that half of those bras are cupless. She outright shudders when she notices that the panties that match with those are also crotchless.

The next few pieces that the girl spots are, luckily, not as overtly lewd. They’re just some stockings, ones that look to be little more than sleeves that’d end just before reaching Adeline’s little bunny paw feet, with a few matching garter belts and straps to help hold them up. There also appear to be some actual garter – lacy bands with the sole purpose of squishing into this Halfling’s thick thighs – up there as well. And, just like pretty much everything seen so far, there are two sets of each of those in white, yellow, and orange.

A few lacy negligees rest beside all of that. Those are, for the most part, quite skimpy and lewd, but there are a couple that look much more comfy and cozy, albeit still transparent.

The very last of these gifts seems to catch the Halfling’s attention. Sitting beside all that lingerie is a tight, greyish white sleeveless sweater made out of a thick and warm wool. In the center of its chest is a single oval cutout which, on a more endowed woman, would perfectly put a fair bit of cleavage on display. It is pretty similar to the one that Inanna has... and that the Dwarf has yet to truly wear.

“I... I-I...! I li-like–! Th-thank y-y-y-you!”

“Great~!” Krvavy smiles widely, her heart fluttering with happiness as she leans in and gives her adorably stuttering shorty a kiss on the head. “Maybe you can try some of them on later~? But first... there is still one more thing in there for you~.”

Inanna nods as she pulls out the final package, which was stored in a different part of the backpack, and unwraps it to reveal... a thick bundle of letters bound together with twine.

“O-oh!” Adeline nearly falls out of the barbarian’s lap as she jerks forwards, placing her little palms down onto the table to steady herself. “Is th-that...!?”

“Yup~. Looks like nearly everyone in your family responded to your letters~.” Krvavy leans back into her Were-Beast’s breasts as she gives her innocent Halfling another hug. This tiny blonde is just so nice to cuddle~.

“We should probably give this sweetie some privacy so tha’ she can go through all o’ it in peace, aye?” Beryl suggests, still cradling the urn in her arms.

“Mhm.” The grey-skinned shortstack nods in agreement. “That would also give us the chance to do what is now long overdue.”

Krvavy raises a single eyebrow at that rather cryptic comment. But just before she about to ask what exactly Inanna means, the presumed answer pops into her head. “Are you talking about that thing you had planned for yesterday? That we couldn’t do because we had to deal with Adeline’s heat instead?”

“Indeed, my Ushumgal. And I believe it would be best to deal with that now. Before something else can come up.”

“Ach, alright. But do Ah need ta be involved?” A faint bit of concern fills Beryl’s face as she glances over to where Thea is sitting, on the barbarian’s other side. That bratty girl hasn’t entirely recovered from the rather passionate make out session she was subjected to, but that isn’t stopping her from suspiciously staring at the stack of letters resting in front of Adeline. “Ah’d like ta stay wit’ this sweetie and keep ‘er company.”

Inanna considers that for a moment, before shrugging. “It would be crowded if we all went along. I presume you would like to stay here as well, Thea?”

The silver-blonde brat’s brow scrunches slightly. “Yes, I –”

“Can ‘elp me wit’ the dishes.” The Dryad quickly states, earning herself a glare and a huff but not a ‘no’.

The busty Dwarf simply glances up at Khalia, taking note of how clingy she is right now. “If you are ready, my Ushumgal, then let us depart.”

Krvavy hesitates for just a moment before rising to her feet, lifting Adeline up with her and then placing that bottom-heavy girl back down on her briefly unoccupied chair. “Lead the way.” She slowly waves her arm through the air, gesturing for the Dwarf to do just that.