Chatting Late in the Evening

One by one the dirtied dishes are cleared away, quietly clanking together as they are carried from table to cart. Vera’s gloved hands move with practiced grace as she alone dutifully does that job... all while glaring at the two guests sitting across from her Lady.

“Yer chefs really do some amazin’ work.” Beryl almost yawns, stretching her arms high above her head. “Everythin’ they cook is just wonderful...”

A handkerchief dabs at the corner of the Countess’ mouth, hardly hiding even half of her playful smile. “Do I need to worry about you stealing them away from me~?”

“Hmm...” The Wood Elf exaggeratedly considers that question, leaning back in her chair and lightly tapping at her chin.

Krvavy expectantly stares at her sweet berry, barely blinking at all as the seconds tick on by. It soon becomes apparent that Beryl isn’t going to give an answer any time soon, forcing this barbarian to do it herself. “No –”

“Right~!” That mischievous tomboy bobs her head in a nod, long and pointed ears wiggling with amusement. “We already ‘ave our own little cook, no need ta replace ‘er~.”

The Countess’ smile only grows wider as Krvavy stifles a sigh. “What a relief that is~. It is much simpler, only having to fear for my own safety~.”

“Don’t ya worry~,” the twinkle in Beryl’s bright eyes says the complete opposite as her mouth, making it seem as if Rina really should worry. “If we were goin’ ta steal ya away, then we’d make sure ta take yer adorable maid as well~!”

The maid in question turns her rather murderous scowl towards that tomboy, gloved fingers tightening around the handle of a knife that she had quite conveniently just taken from the table.

“How kind of you~.” Those sweet, sarcastic words effortlessly flow past this elegant noblewoman’s painted lips. “How about we move this conversation somewhere a little more comfortable?” She suddenly suggests, abruptly rising from her seat.

Beryl’s grin grows noticeably wider. “Are ya really tha’ eager fer us ta spend another night wit’ ya~?”

“We are not heading for the bedroom just yet.” The Countess calmly clarifies. “It would do us good to give our food more time to settle before readying ourselves for that.”

The tanned tomboy looks ever so slightly disappointed, her pointy ears drooping just a little. But, of course, that doesn’t last long. “Oooh, if we’re gettin’ comfortable, does tha’ mean Ah’ll be allowed ta freely cuddle wit’ my dearest love~?” She eagerly asks, all but jumping out of her seat.

“I am in no position to stop you from doing so.” Rina diplomatically replies, shooting Krvavy a slightly apologetic look. Though the faint smile playing at her lips makes that expression feel less than sincere...

“Great~!” The Wood Elf woman excitedly grabs onto Krvavy’s arm, giving it a few impatient tugs. “Come on, my dearest love, get movin’~! Let’s not keep the lady waitin’~!”

“You are being way too eager right now...” Krvavy lightly grumbles, giving in and letting herself get dragged up onto her feet. “We’re just moving from one room to another.”

Beryl’s blue-green eyes glimmer and gleam as she immediately clings to the arm of her Draconic lover, holding it in a tight hug. “Oh, my dearest love, is tha’ wha’ ya think~?” Her smirk of a smile only grows more smug as she meets the emerald eyes skeptically staring her down.

“Cease your flirting,” Vera venomously hisses, swinging the door open with a bit too much force. “And follow.”

“Now, now, Vera.” The Countess softly scolds her maid. “No need to be so harsh on them.”

That aggressive albino’s pale pink eyes narrow into slits behind her glasses. She definitely looks as if she has more pointed words to say, but none make it passed her pursed lips.

Krvavy bites the inside of her cheek as she herds her Elf past that maid. The door slams shut behind them both, nearly causing her to flinch. It was pretty close to crushing the tip of her tail, after all.

“Soo...” Beryl casually drawls, lazily leaning her head against the barbarian’s buff bicep. “Is this maid o’ yers usually so prickly?”

Krvavy only just avoids stumbling as she comes to a sudden stop, her incredulous gaze snapping down towards the tomboy hugging onto her arm. Sure, that question has also been burning a hole in the back of her mind for some time, but Krvavy at least had the sense to not outright ask it! Especially not with the maid in question standing right beside them!

A steely expression finds its way onto the Countess’ face, delicate brow furrowing a fair bit as that albino maid turns away from her. “No. She is usually better behaved.”

“So ya don’t see this side o’ ‘er very often?” The Wood Elf wonders, clicking her tongue as she receives a simple nod as an answer. “Ach, wha’ a shame. A bit o’ feistiness can be quite fun~.”

“This goes beyond being ‘feisty’.” The Countess coolly counters, before slowly sighing. “At least you do not find offence in her behaviour... However...!” She takes a quick step towards Vera, grabbing that albino’s by the chin and forcing their eyes to meet. “That does not excuse how you are acting, young lady! Be a doll and be courteous!”

Vera’s aggression immediately melts away. Her whole body goes rather slack, shoulders slumping and arms falling limp as she heavily leans into Rina’s hand, keeping herself supported mostly by the Countess’ firm grip on her chin. The pale, snowy white of her cheeks is quickly buried beneath a deep red blush, but she hardly seems to mind that at all, half-lidded eyes going hazy and unfocused.

Beryl’s ears wildly waggle and wiggle away. “Ooh~! Ah think Ah’ve got it: she was just feelin’ a bit neglected~!”

The albino maid snaps out of her love-struck daze in an instant, jerking upright as she stands prim and proper once more. Her flush deepens despite the renewed hatred flooding her face, though that look of loathing is rather impotent. She just seems too embarrassed to be properly angry. In this moment, at least.

“Vera.”

The Countess’ stern voice sends a shudder through Vera’s body, her legs buckling slightly beneath that long and professional dress of hers.

“Wow~!” Beryl swoons at that sight, eyes gleaming bright. “Ah knew tha’ she was submissive, bu–mmphhnhh!”

Krvavy’s free hand presses down over her Elf’s mouth, shutting up that the teasing tomboy. “Hah...hah...hah...” she forces out a very awkwardly laugh, “sorr–”

“No.” The Countess quickly cuts Krvavy off, raising an elegant hand. “You should not be apologizing. We have dealt with far more abrasive and far more insufferable people before. Vera should be able to maintain her composure. She should be better than this.”

The albino maid visibly deflates, almost collapsing as the firm grip on her chin is unceremoniously ended. Her shoulders pull in, gloved hands grabbing at her elbows, as those pale pink eyes of hers drop down to the floor, too ashamed to so much as look at her Lady.

“Vera,” Rina’s stern voice softens slightly, a note of expectation hanging onto her every word. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I...” Vera’s bottom lip quivers as she reluctantly lifts her head, meeting Krvavy’s gaze. “I... apologize for my rude and improper behaviour...” Her voice is weak and quiet, completely void of her usual bite. “It is not becoming of a maid and... brings shame to my Lady...”

“Mmmhnnhn...!” Beryl tries to say something, but the hand still pressed over her mouth prevents her from speaking. Which is probably for the best if the way her ears are wiggling is anything to go by.

“It’s... alright.” Krvavy awkwardly accepts that apology, feeling just about as uncomfortable with all of this as the embarrassed maid. “Just do your best to, uh, remain composed... and we’ll try not to provoke you. Right, Beryl?”

“Mhhh mnhhh.” The tanned tomboy’s muffled answer is accompanied by a noncommittal shrug.

Rina remains quiet for a few seconds longer, critically staring at her most trusted servant. Once she is certain that Vera has indeed been sufficiently shamed, she turns and resumes their journey through this decorated hallway. “Come along. The lounge is just a handful of doors down from here.”

The Drakling slowly exhales and, very reluctantly, uncovers her Elf’s mouth. They can’t exactly walk around like that, even if it would be safer. Well, actually, they could... But that would be a bit... uncomfortable... Though, maybe...?

“There are a few topics I wish to discuss with you,” the Countess’ voice draws Krvavy from her thoughts. It seems like Rina is completely content with just brushing past all of that, which is a bit of a relief. “I hope that you do not mind sating my curiosity before moving onto any other urges.”

For a moment, the only sound that fills the air is that of Vera’s soft footsteps crossing the floor, that maid hurrying forward to open the door for her Lady... and these two guests. Her pale pink eyes narrow slightly behind her glasses, but she continues to play the meek maid and keeps her aggression limited to just that. She gently clicks the door shut once everyone is inside the lounge.

“But before we begin speaking...” Rina slips off her heels and steps onto a fluffy carpet, heading straight for one of two rather cushioned armchairs. A fair bit of tension leaves her body as she relaxes into that soft seat. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

Beryl gives her Draconic lover a gentle shove, pushing Krvavy towards the other armchair while she takes a few seconds to undo the straps on her sandals.

Krvavy longingly looks at the large couch, but ultimately decides to do as her sweet berry so clearly wants and sits down across from the Countess. This chair is actually quite comfortable, even with her meaty tail having to curl around beside her, but it isn’t quite big enough for both her and Beryl to sit side by side. So it is already obvious where the Elf will end up...

“Alright, ask away.” A casual shrug accompanies Krvavy’s conversational invitation. “Though I’m kind of surprised that you still have any questions after how much we’ve talked already.”

“You are quite the interesting figure, Krvavy. I have no doubt that you contain many more mysteries than even I could hope to uncover in the short time we have known each other.” Rina’s amethyst eyes trail over the barbarian’s body, climbing from some clawed toes all the way to the tips of those upper horns. “However... I do not intend to air out your deepest and darkest secrets. Not today at least~.” A teasing smile briefly plays at that elegant half-Elf’s black, painted lips. “Instead, what I wish to ask is quite mundane indeed. It is, to some degree, a –”

The Countess suddenly stops speaking.

Krvavy only has a moment to be surprised by that sudden silence before the answer to what distracted Rina quite literally drops into her lap.

“Wha’~?” Beryl playfully asks, trying to act all innocent as she settles into place, squirming and wiggling ever so slightly. Those bright blue-green eyes of hers glimmer and shine as this tomboy enjoys the freedom she gained from having discarded her dress. “Ya told me ta make myself comfortable, so Ah did~!”

“Hahaha~!” Rina loses her composure in an instant, filling the room with lovely, lyrical laughter.

But not everyone is quite as amused by that tanned tomboy’s near-complete nudity. Vera, for instance, looks almost disgusted by the wild Wood Elf’s indecent state of undress. After all, it is far from proper for a woman to sit across from a Countess wearing only some skimpy panties. Especially if that woman is also sitting in the lap of someone else. And Krvavy is quite exasperated as well, though her annoyance is a lot less... believable.

The barbarian just can’t keep her gaze from being drawn down to Beryl’s bare breasts. The fact that they are, perhaps, the smallest pair in this room hardly matters at all. Those caramel mounds, crowned with pinkish brown nipples, just look so... delicious... Like wonderful little treats, the perfect size to fit Krvavy’s palms...

The lips lingering far from the edge of that Drakling’s vision, though very much not within her focus, curl at their corners. “Enjoyin’ the view, my dearest love~?”

A deep, burning blush immediately colours Krvavy’s cheeks, only growing more intense as her eyes dart up to meet her sweet berry’s incredibly smug gaze.

“I do imagine that she is~!” Rina has, for the most part, recovered from her sudden bout of mirthful amusement, though that doesn’t mean she is any less entertained by Beryl’s antics.

“Aye, but Ah think there’s somethin’ tha’ she’d like more than the view~!” The tomboyish Elf’s dexterous fingers wrap around Krvavy’s wrist, pulling a single hand up towards her perky tits. A victorious smirk spreads across Beryl’s face as that hand instinctively begins to massage and knead her small but squishy breasts. “Ahhhhh~...!” She so lewdly sighs, “just wonderful~...!”

Almost certainly in response to that degeneracy, Vera is sent into motion. The scowling maid grabs a short stool and places it behind her Lady’s large armchair, letting her more easily bend over the backrest and reach Rina’s shoulders with her gloved hands.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk~!” Beryl playfully clicks her tongue as she takes in that sight. “These seats are plenty big enough fer two, but ya still go fer the same old massage~? Come on, ya snowy little maid, take some initiative and cuddle wit’ yer Countess~!”

Vera freezes in place. “H-how dare you suggest something so inappropriate!?” The albino gasps in angered shock, her stiff body quivering with growing rage. “You presumptuous whor–!”

Rina raises a single hand up, which seems to be enough to silence her maid. “I should not indulge you, not after how you have been acting tonight. That said... I am not opposed to sharing my seat with you, Vera. If that is what you wish. But, regardless of your choice, you must behave yourself. Understand?”

The albino maid meekly bows her head. “Yes, my Lady.” Her bottom lip quivers as she slowly, very very slowly, steps down from the stool. A faint pink hue fills her face as she makes her way to the front of that occupied armchair. She refuses to meet anyone’s eyes as she shakily settles into the gap between her Lady and the armrest.

“Sorry fer bein’ such a distraction~. But now tha’ we’re all comfortable~,” the smug grin is audible in Beryl’s voice, and quite visible on her face, “why don’t we get back ta the conversation~? Ya were goin’ ta ask some sort o’ ‘mundane question’, aye~?”

Vera’s face flushes an even deeper shade of red as the Countess’ arm casually wraps around her shoulders, pulling her into a half-hug. The corners of her lips twitch as she struggles to keep the blissful joy from her face, no doubt too embarrassed to admit that she is enjoying this more than anything else in the world.

Rina nods her head and continues on as if nothing had happened. “The two of you have been teasing me with mentions of your Halfling in near all of the conversations we have had since your arrival. She is the only one in your relationship who I have not a clue about. So, if it is no bother, would you mind telling me more about her? I am particularly curious about how you, Krvavy, could have met such a woman. I am sure that it is quite the story.”

“Oh, there really isn’t much ta it~.” Beryl offhandedly replies, smiling widely all the while. “My dearest love ‘ere just kidnapped the poor girl~.”

Krvavy simply pinches the bridge of her nose, stifling a sigh.

Which is exactly the kind of response that this wily Wood Elf woman expected to get. “See~? She’s not denyin’ it~! Tha’ is ‘ow ya know it is true~!”

“Look, it was more of a misunderstanding or miscommunication than anything.” Krvavy tries to ignore the giggling – and so nearly nude – miscreant sitting in her lap as she immediately get to defending herself. “I didn’t know that she was a Halfling, I didn’t even know what a Halfling was, and I definitely didn’t know that Halfling’s are... pushovers, really. So when I asked her if she wanted to come home with us...”

“Ya are leavin’ out quite a few details there, my dearest love~.” The tanned tomboy smugly points out, resting her chin atop her knuckles. “Like the fact tha’ ya were covered in blood and ‘ad yer giant axe in hand~.”

“I wasn’t, I didn’t, and you weren’t even there.” The Drakling dryly returns.

“No, but our Orc was. And she can be real terrifyin’~.”

“Not to interrupt,” Rina interrupts her fellow Elf’s harassment, “but perhaps it would be best if you started at the beginning?”

“Look at tha’~!” Beryl can’t help but laugh. “Ya’re bein’ scolded fer dancin’ around the topic~!”

Krvavy stares at her sweet berry, an utterly unimpressed expression plastered across her face.

The teasing tomboy smugly smiles back.

“Okay, well...” The Drakling slowly sighs, doing her best to ignore the near-naked woman sitting in her lap. Which is far easier said than done. “We needed some supplies and... this was before I even bothered to visit Raseyne, or really any settlement, so... we resorted to a bit of banditry...” she awkwardly trails off, idly rubbing the back of her neck while awaiting whatever negative response she will undoubtedly get for that admission.

“If I am being entirely honest,” Rina calmly speaks up, staring directly into Krvavy’s emerald eyes. “I had expected you to have that sort of past. Not to profile you, but you are a Drakling. One who arrived to my city wearing what was described to me as scant pelt rags. Though, admittedly, I learned that extra information when I followed up with the issue that you had at the gates, thus it could have been slightly exaggerated to excuse or otherwise cover for the corruption that you had to deal with...”

“Uh...” It takes Krvavy’s mind a few seconds to reboot, though that doesn’t leave her any less confused. “So you’re not upset about that?”

“I am ever so slightly disappointed.” That honestly hurts Krvavy more than if the Countess was actually upset... “However, since it sounds as if you committed those self-admitted acts of banditry out of a lack of other options, I will let it pass. This time. If, in the future, I receive reports of you falling back into that life... Our relationship will not save you from justice.”

“Thank you.” The barbarian lets out a heavy breath, relaxing into her seat and resuming her idle massage of her sweet berry’s pert breasts. Much to that undeserving Elf’s joy.

The very tip of Rina’s finger absentmindedly trails down her maid’s pristine apron, that albino’s blush burning ever brighter. “Now, about that Halfling of yours...?”

“Right, right...” Krvavy bites her bottom lip and gets back on topic. “We attacked a, well, I guess it was a small caravan? There were only two wagons, one covered and one uncovered. The Halfling was hiding in the covered wagon. Well, hiding from us... She wasn’t a stowaway, or anything.”

“Was she alone?” Rina curiously quirks her brow. “Was she the only Halfling there, I mean?”

“Aye,” Beryl speaks up, “the sweetie was travellin’ ta visit some relatives in another one o’ their little communities. Sounds a bit risky, Ah know, but those merchants ‘ad apparently been dealin’ wit’ ‘er folk fer some time so they were decently well trusted.”

“Interesting...” This elegant noblewoman slowly nods her head. “I take it that this is where the ‘accusation’ of kidnapping comes in?”

Krvavy’s knee bounces a bit, her embarrassment encouraging that anxious action, even with Beryl in her lap like this. “Yeah, that... We may have accidentally, unintentionally intimidated or scared her into come home with us. Not on purpose, really! But she is apparently very timid by Halfling standards, so...”

“She couldn’t exactly refuse the request o’ two scary women who ‘ad just killed everyone around ‘er.” Beryl finishes that thought, smiling widely as she does so.

“I was very clear that she could have stayed where she was!” Krvavy quickly defends herself, again. “She would have had shelter with the wagon and plenty of food too.” Those emerald eyes dart towards the Countess’ amethyst pair. “There was way more than we could carry back.”

“But~...?” The teasing tomboy playfully pokes her Draconic lover in the cheek.

“But there was a storm coming...” The barbarian blankly breathes out. “The wind was picking up and the thunder was getting closer. Some tarp stretched over a wagon doesn’t exactly look like the best shelter with all of that looming overhead...”

“I see.” Rina thoughtfully nods, her delicate fingers having found their way up to Vera’s head, gently guiding that maid’s face down into her bosom. “I suppose that you cannot be entirely blamed for how you met, and acquired, your Halfling. You still should not have put yourself in such a situation, but what is done is done,” she softly shakes her head. “I presume that your return home was met with some surprise?”

Beryl can hardly hold her laughter back. “Aye, it was~!” The Elf widely grins, almost mirroring the maid across from her as she nuzzles her cheek into Krvavy’s barely covered chest. “Our brat was absolutely furious~! She’s the main voice against Krvavy’s constant collection o’ more women, see, so she wasn’t ‘appy about a new girl suddenly bein’ brought ‘ome~. Plus, she is also a bit o’ a bigot~. Kept callin’ the poor sweetie a rat and didn’t treat ‘er all tha’ nicely at first... But tha’ didn’t last too long. A stern talkin’ ta, some discipline, and a chance ta actually get ta know tha’ sweetie was all it took fer the snooty brat ta be nice. At least fer the most part...”

“It was really just our girl that wasn’t too happy about us bringing her home.” Krvavy adds as her Elf trails off. “I mean, the Orc was with me the whole time and encouraged that from the start, Beryl thought she was adorable and immediately got attached, and the Dwarf... well, she didn’t really have any strong feelings either way, I don’t think.”

“Did the lot of you have a vote on whether you would keep her or not?” Rina asks, a note of amusement in her voice.

The faintest of frowns finds its way onto Beryl’s face. “Kind o’. Because o’ the Dwarf, most anythin’ about our relationship needs a vote...” With a breathy sigh, she decides to lighten her own mood by pulling aside the green fabric of Krvavy’s skimpy top, fully exposing those big pale breasts. “But really, Ah don’t think the vote mattered all tha’ much. None o’ us would’a wanted Krvavy ta be gone fer who knows ‘ow many weeks it’d’ve taken ta bring tha’ sweetie wherever she was supposed ta be, so she’d’ve ended up stayin’ either way.”

“I suppose that answers how you met a Halfling,” the Countess idly muses, still stroking her maid’s white, silken hair. “But I do still have ask: how is she handling herself? From what I understand, Halfling’s are a rather... communal folk. So to go from being around dozens upon dozens of her own kind to, at most, five other women of different races is quite the drastic change.”

“Oh, well, she’s doing alright, I guess? It was definitely a bit tough for her at first, especially with how open we can be...” Perhaps unnecessarily, Krvavy simply gestures at the mostly naked Elf in her lap and her own bare breasts to explain just what exactly she is talking about. “But she’s been getting more comfortable with herself and the rest of us. Being able to send those letters was really good for her. Thanks for helping with that, by the way.”

“Aye, she didn’t want ta leave ‘er family worryin’. Tha’ was eatin’ away at the poor sweetie, no doubt. Plus,” the tanned tomboy’s slightly subdued tone suddenly lightens up a whole lot, “she ‘ad ta tell them the ‘good news’~! Ah’m not sure ‘ow ‘er family will react ta the oddity o’ our relationship, but they’ll probably be ‘appy fer ‘er anyway~.”

“I hope...” Krvavy mutters to herself, before deciding to elaborate on her Elf’s words. “See, that kind of was the reason that her family even sent her off in the first place: Ade... the Halfling is in her very early twenties and has never so much as dated before. So her family was hoping that she’d meet new people and find someone that she’d want to marry. Which, uh, technically happened...? Not how her parents intended, but still...”

“She’ll ‘ave ta wait in line ta marry ya, my dearest love~.” The tanned tomboy playfully nudges her Draconic lover, elbow pressing right into that buff belly. “Ah’m still waitin’ on the proposal tha’ ya owe me~.”

“And you’ll keep waiting.” Krvavy curtly responds, grinning back at her sweet berry. “Remember, the more you ask the more I’ll delay it~.”

“Nah, ya’re just sayin’ tha’~.” Beryl calls the barbarian’s bluff. “Ya’ll pop the question without thinkin’ about it sooner or later~. Ah just need ta bait ya inta a moment o’ passion~.”

“Easier said than done~.”

The Countess smiles as the two flirting lovers’ lips meet, giving them a moment before getting the conversation back on track. “So the Halfling was already looking for a relationship when you found her? What a funny twist of fate.”

“Yeah, I’ve been very lucky with the women I’ve met...” The Drakling idly returns, getting a bit contemplative. “Especially since all of those meetings were pretty much just completely random chance encounters...”

“The winds o’ fate may blow us ta and fro, my dearest love,” Beryl nuzzles into her Draconic lover’s tits, muffling her voice just a bit. “But we’re still the ones ta decide if we let them carry us away, or if we dig our feet inta the soil and make our own path.”

“I do not think that wiser words have ever been spoken... directly into some breasts before~.” Rina playfully comments, watching on with amusement in her amethyst eyes. “Now,” she gently clears her throat, “I have one last question that I would like answered tonight: how do you handle her sexual urges?”

“Wait.” Beryl hastily extracts her face from its place between the barbarian’s bare breasts. Her head snaps over towards the Countess, suspiciously staring at that pink-skinned woman with narrowed eyes. “Ya’re not just talkin’ about ‘ow Krvavy could possibly ‘ave sex wit’ such a tiny lil’ Halflin’, are ya?”

“No,” Rina confirms that with a shake of her head. “I am referring to a little known fact regarding Halflings, a fact which the two of you are clearly aware of: their heat cycle.”

“Oh, well...” Krvavy once again lifts her hand up and away from her Elf’s pert tits so that she can awkwardly rub the back of her neck instead. “We didn’t really know about that before it, uh, became a problem...”

The Countess raises a single delicate eyebrow. “You ‘didn’t really know’?”

“Ach, the damned Dwarf knew. The rest o’ us didn’t.” Beryl exasperatedly explains, groaning as she slumps down into the Drakling’s lap. “She, fer some reason, assumed tha’ we were all already aware o’ tha’ unfortunate fact... So tha’ fat titted Dwarf only bothered ta explain it ta us after Ah ‘ad voiced my concern over tha’ sweetie bein’ feverish and quite clearly sick...”

“I do not know how widespread that knowledge is amongst Dwarves, but it is seen as a sort of secret around here. There are plenty of unscrupulous people in the world who would not hesitate to take advantage of Halfling women if that fact was well known.” Rina rather bitterly states. “So I cannot blame you for not knowing. But, I ask again, how did you handle it?”

“Can ya really not even guess~?” The tanned tomboy’s tone lightens up as she meets the Countess’ amethyst gaze. “My dearest love dealt wit’ it in the only way tha’ she really could: wit’ sex~. An entire day spent in our bed, tryin’ their ‘ardest ta make the ‘uge difference in their sizes work~. And Ah’m sure ya can imagine ‘ow tha’ went: ya’ve experienced wha’ Krvavy can do wit’ ‘er tongue, right~?”

A slightly rosy hue colours that half Moon Elf’s naturally pink cheeks. “Oh? Was it just her and Krvavy? No other... participants?”

“Kind of, but also not really...?” The Drakling hesitantly answers, before shaking her head and slowly exhaling. “For the first half, yeah, it was just the two of us. But partway through the day Th– our girl, the Human, came to help out. Have we told you –?”

“That she is a self-taught Eromancer?” Rina interjects, finishing that thought and giving her answer. “Yes, though not in any detail. It was merely mentioned a few times in passing between the various stories that Beryl told over yesterday’s dinner.”

“Right, well... she mostly used her magic to keep our energy up and to make the whole experience a little more... intense.” Krvavy only sounds a little awkward as she says that. “And she joined in as well, giving me an, uh, outlet.”

“And the two of you were able to satisfy your Halfling’s heat over the course of that day?” The Countess’ eyes glimmer as her question gets confirmed with a nod. “Impressive, even with the aid of magic...” A lewd grin parts her painted lips as she leans forwards in her seat, squishing her breasts into her cuddling maid’s face. “Would you be opposed to giving me a first hand demonstration on just how you were able to sate her urges~?”

Beryl immediately perks up, jolting upright in Krvavy’s lap. “Ya’re ready ta make some more memories in tha’ bed o’ yers~!?”

“Hahaha~! Yes, yes~!” The pink-skinned half-Elf laughs at Beryl’s infectious excitement. “This conversation has gone on long enough, I do believe~. It would be rude of me, as the host, to leave my guests waiting in anguish~.”

“Mnnnhnh...” Vera makes a rather unhappy sound as she willingly pulls away from her Lady, knowing that she would have been ordered to do so in a few moments anyway.

“Do not bother getting dressed~.” Rina’s voice drips with arousal as she sensually rises to her feet. “Nor should you cover up, Krvavy~. There will be no one else walking the halls at this time of the night, so get your exhibitionist thrills while you can~.”

“Ach, wha’ torture~!” Beryl playfully laments, laughing a little as she goes from lounging in Krvavy’s lap to being held in the Drakling’s strong arms.