Completely Claiming Beryl ♥♥

“Oohhhh~...!” A tinge of excitement fills Beryl’s breathless moan, that sound shuddering and shaking as the sizable shaft spearing into her slit keeps her from coming down from her orgasmic high. Her quivering insides clench around that throbbing thing, clinging onto it so tightly that she can just barely be lowered down any further, and only because of how wet and pliable her plant-like pussy truly is.

“Mmhhh~...!” “Haaahh~...!” “Wnnghhm~!” “Eeeiiehnhh~!”

A symphony of lewd sounds fill the air as each of Krvavy’s girls add more of their own pleasured noises to that debauched song. Anticipation, longing, need, impatience, desperation... This music only becomes more beautiful, more alluring and enthralling, as the Drakling’s dick delves deeper into her Dryad, those four vines mimicking its motions with just a few seconds delay.

“Hhaahhhnnnh~...!” The Dryad’s glowing, half-lidded eyes drop down to where she and her dearest love are joined. Though with her lithe body lying back on the moss bedding, hips held up above her lover’s lap, she can’t quite see the same beautiful sight that Krvavy can.

But Beryl doesn’t seem to care about that. One of her hands slips from its spot clinging onto Krvavy’s wrist, fingers shakily trailing across her trembling thigh and making their way towards her tomboyishly taut tummy. Tears of pure joy trickle towards her long and pointed ears as she touches the visible bulge in her belly, following its slow journey into her depths.

Pleasure courses through Krvavy as her swollen cockhead grinds against the top of her sweet berry’s love tunnel. The faint bit of discomfort drawn out due to her stiff shaft being **** to bend at this angle is easily overpowered by the blissful anticipation welling up inside of her.

Soon, so very very soon, she will have the entirety of her length, from base to tip, inside of this tanned tomboy that she is lucky enough to call her own... Something that simply wasn’t possible when her Dryad was merely a flesh and blood Elf...

An utterly perfect ass, toned and sculpted to perfection, presses against Krvavy’s pale thighs. “Hhahhh~!” She sharply inhales a moment later, heart fluttering as she feels a familiar barrier gently touch her turgid tip. The entrance to Beryl’s womb. With some ****, she pulls her gaze away from her sweet berry’s beautifully flushed face to stare down into her lap. Only for her brow to furrow.

The last two ridges that line her cock are still exposed. The second to last is close to forcing its way between the swollen lower lips of her fiancée’s green-tinged pussy. But it still isn’t quite in just yet.

“Mhhy dheearesshht lhoo-oOHhve~!” Euphoric devotion overflows from the Dryad’s heavily slurred voice. She trembles and moans as the Drakling’s dick presses against the one thing keeping it from entering her most precious of places. Her pointy nub of a clit, hugged by the horseshoe shaped piercing, twitches as if sensing Krvavy’s intense gaze.

“Mgh~...” The barbarian grunts. Her teasing tomboy of a fiancée doesn’t seem bothered by this delay, so... Without wasting any time, Krvavy begins to rise up onto her knees.

“Ooohh~!” Beryl gasps in excited bliss as her fit figure is folded just a little further. Her long and lithe legs tremble and tense up, tightening their grip around Krvavy’s waist as she once more tries to pull her lover’s length even deeper inside. “Ohhh~! Hhghn~!” This time she sees some success, though not entirely due to her efforts.

The Drakling’s dick, throbbing with each increasingly impatient beat of her heart, mashes into her fiancée’s frustrating barrier, grinding and rubbing against it. She leans forwards, looming over her Elvish lover, putting more **** and more weight into her insistent advance.

“YHHHSshsSSHHHhhhhnnh~!” An unsteady hiss of pure pleasure warbles through the air. Beryl’s tender love tunnel twitches and trembles around the thick length speared inside of it. The entrance to Beryl’s womb yields to Krvavy’s colossal cock, feeling as if it is being pushed further into the Dryad’s pulsing pussy. And with her new inhuman, plant-like body... that probably isn’t too far from the truth.

A snug heat surrounds more and more of Krvavy’s cock by the second. Her pale-skinned pelvis presses firmly against that of the tanned tomboy with a wet squelch. The final ridge of her cock is just barely engulfed by the green-tinged lips of the wonderfully puffy pussy that she is squishing into.

Beryl’s pert breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes, her verdant green nipples standing tall and proud atop those faintly jiggling mounds. Her whole body quivers, nearly convulsing in pleasure, but she retains her composure well enough despite that. Her hand slowly, lovingly, caresses across the bulge in her belly. “Hhhhhah~...” She softly gasps, fingertips brushing against her pierced clit.

A blue-green glow appears beneath Beryl’s hand, softly shining through the gaps between her shaky fingers. That faintly glimmering light only grows brighter as her trembling touch trails back down her toned tummy, back towards her bellybutton. That shimmering gleam... begins to coalesce, solidifying into curling and swirling lines.

The first two form near the Dryad’s verdant clit, mirroring each other perfectly as they curve to the sides, forming a base for the rest to grow from. The next pair are a slightly darker shade of green, reaching upwards and vaguely hugging the edge of Beryl’s belly as they gently meander across her caramel skin, sprouting a handful of little twirls along the way. Between those lines, centered above Beryl’s clit, begins to form a stylized heart of three layers: green, then blue-green, with turquoise in the middle. Atop that coalesces yet another heart – outlined in a darker green and containing a small solidly glowing core – decorated by a pair of lighter twirls and crowned with a soft blue budding flower.

The darker meandering lines, the second ones to manifest and the longest in their length, curl down towards where the tomboy’s thighs meet her torso. Their tips split open, each sprouting a rose-like flower the same colour as the one at this symbol’s crown, pointing inwards towards the central hearts.

Authors Note: Here is what this mysterious mark looks like, and here it is on Beryl.

Krvavy blinks as she stares down at that sight.

This is, without a doubt, a womb tattoo. An ornate, yet not too overly complicated, womb tattoo. One with a rather leafy and vine-like theme. As natural as this sort of thing can be. Even discounting the glowing lines.

How Beryl even came up with this idea, let alone that design... Though this whole ‘event’ was supposed to be her ‘gift’ for when Krvavy came back from Raseyne, a moment so ‘special’ as to **** the barbarian to propose on the spot...

Krvavy softly shakes her head, pushing those thought aside for later. A few notifications ping at the edge of her perception, but she ignores those as well. Krvavy has something – or someone really – far more important to focus on right now.

“Hhhaah~...! My dearest lohve~...!” Pure and utter devotion fills the Dryad’s gasped voice as she nearly speaks clearly. She trembles, her quivering cunt clenching around Krvavy’s cock, as her glowing eyes stare with wonder and joy at the new lewd mark that matches their colour. “Ah–hhnghaaaAA~!”

The Drakling’s dick is dragged backwards, its ridges rubbing against the sensitive spots within this tomboy’s tight love tunnel, before being unceremoniously slammed back in. Krvavy’s swollen cockhead just barely batters into the barrier blocking her from Beryl’s womb, her crotch crushing a certain pointy nub of a clit in the process.

“Finaaahhlleeehyy~!” Thea loudly cheers with a faint hint of brattiness in her tone. It is a bit hard to hear that though, what with her attitude being drowned beneath the blissfully euphoric feelings of a vine pistoning into her pussy.

That the Were-Beast adds her own happy howl to the symphony of lewd sounds doesn’t help either. “ArrrwwhooOOOO~!”

Pleasure courses through Krvavy, arcing along her length and crashing against her mind in waves. Her prodigious prick pulses and throbs as it pounds into this perfect plant-like pussy, heavy sack slapping into the tomboy’s toned ass with each increasingly forceful thrust. Wet squelching sounds fill the air, made all the louder by her audience’s participation.

Having been kept so close to the edge by the sizable shaft speared into her slit, this sudden shift into frantic fucking proves too much for Beryl to handle. “YHHSHYHHYYSHH~!” She slurs and moans, her whole body convulsing from the overwhelming ecstasy of finally getting fucked by her love’s full length. The hand still grasping onto Krvavy’s wrist tightens its grip, refusing to let go, while her other grabs onto one of her jiggling and bouncing tits, kneading and groping that perky mound with reckless abandon, pinching her leaf-green nipple until beads of nectar begin leaking from that teat.

“Mmmhh~!” Inanna’s hummed moans are barely audible beneath the many other naughty noises, but the deep rumbling of her pleasure still makes its way into the barbarian’s lust-addled brain.

As do the many soft squealing squeaks that Adeline is quite clearly trying to muffle. “Hhheeeieehhhnnh~!” The timid blonde’s tiny voice wouldn’t be able to be heard at all if those little gasps weren’t the most high pitched sounds around. “Eeiiieeeehnnhh~!”

“HhhhghhhhnnshHHH~!” Sweet juices once more squirt from Beryl’s sopping slit, splattering into the root of her Draconic lover’s ridged rod. Her ankles dig into the Drakling’s back, long legs shuddering and shaking as she utterly fails to keep Krvavy’s cock from pulling back, though luckily it always slams back down again.

Drool drips down the Drakling’s long tongue as it lazily lolls out past her parted lips. She leans further over her Dryad, looming above the lithe and alluring woman. Love swirls through her heart and mind, mingling with lust and awe. Even now she can hardly believe how lucky she is to be able to call Beryl her own.

The tanned tomboy tenses and trembles. Her taut tummy, distended by the Drakling’s dick, is almost begging to be filled, to swell with seed. “HHHhaaahhhHNhn~!” The blue-green light emanating from Beryl’s half-lidded eyes flickers and begin to fade, returning to the dark black pools that are their new normal as her fractured focus is no longer enough for her to keep channelling mana.

At least not for something so superficial.

The very important womb tattoo shining through her caramel skin remains in place, glowing even brighter as it pulses in time with the pummelling pounding of her pussy.

Krvavy’s cock throbs within that heavenly hole. Smooth ringed muscles clench and caress her girthy length, grasping at and clinging onto that thrusting thing’s inhuman ridges. Her turgid tip batters against the barrier at the end of her sweet berry’s tender love tunnel. What once was an annoyance, a frustrating reminder of physical limits, has now been reduced to nothing more than a big wonderful button to mash against, each touch sending jolts of ecstasy throughout the former Wood Elf woman.

After all of this buildup... The arranging of their audience... The slow delving into this Dryad’s depths... Of finally getting to fuck her fiancée’s quivering cunt for the first time since that weeklong ritual which transformed her into this stunningly gorgeous form...

Krvavy simply cannot hold herself back any longer.

“Hh~!” The Drakling sharply exhales, her hefty sack clenching up against her body as it continues to slap into Beryl’s perfectly toned ass. Her pleasure may be peaking right now, but that is no excuse to stop seeking even higher heights.

“Yhhhssh~!” The tomboy’s blissful hiss is almost quiet as her nearly hidden iris’ roll back into her head, verdant lips parting wide for her silent scream. Beads of delicious nectar drip down from her plump green nipples, bit by bit giving her beautiful bouncing breasts a glistening sheen.

An immense pressure, sweltering hot and so very slick, surrounds Krvavy’s swollen shaft as it surges ever so slightly in size. Her heart skips a beat as the very first spurt of her thick seed struggles to shoot through her kind of compressed cock.

Krvavy’s strong fingers dig into her lithe lover’s Elvish hips. The root of her rigid rod, and the pale skin around its base, squishes into Beryl’s puffy pussy lips. She holds that position for just a moment, halting her frenzied fucking as her pulsing cock truly begins to deposit its load, coating her sweet berry’s battered barrier in creamy cum and directly filling up this tomboyish woman’s womb.

The Dryad’s inhuman hole squeezes around her love’s shuddering shaft, massaging and milking that throbbing thing as it continues to spurt out ropes of sticky seed into her depths. Her slim stomach swells a little more, the distended bulge of the Drakling’s dick growing more and more indistinct. But even though the barbarian’s load is much bigger would be ‘standard’, it isn’t as ridiculously large as it could be.

Krvavy toned that down last night, after having filled her sweet berry up so thoroughly.

Bliss swirls through the barbarian’s mind as her pounding thrusts grow more uneven and irregular. The orgasmic cries of multiple different women – her most precious treasures, her beloved girls – mingle together, adding to the intense sensations assailing her very being.

Time loses all meaning, seconds stretching on and becoming infinitely long. Krvavy holds her breath and basks in the bliss. Yet eternity comes to an end all too soon. Her cock throbs, spitting out its last few spurts.

A wide, open mouthed smile fills Krvavy’s face. “Haahhhh~...” She happily exhales, letting more of her weight rest atop Beryl’s pointy and pierced clit as she bottoms out in her sweet berry’s slit. That well-used hole, still tight and twitching, continues to caress her cock, as if trying to coax out more cum. The entrance to her fiancée’s womb all but kisses her tip, pulsing to the beat of Beryl’s heart.

The sound of faint, breathy gasps draws the Drakling’s gaze up and away from her delightfully out of it Dryad.

A dark blush colours Inanna’s stone-grey skin. Her eyes are closed, fingers clenched as her hands still rest atop her thick thighs. If it weren’t for the glistening sheen of sweat covering her short and stocky body, most obvious – or at least most eye-catching – on her truly titanic tits, then she would look just as composed as she did at the start of all this.

But the same cannot be said for Thea. The beautiful brat is barely even kneeling anymore, having slumped backwards into the tall moss-covered step behind her. Her silver-blonde hair is frazzled, her braids not loose but not neat either, and a deep blush stretches down to her shoulders and chest. Despite not so much as having touched Krvavy’s cock, this noble girl looks quite thoroughly fucked.

And one of the main reasons for that is laying half on top of her.

The Were-Beast has effectively pinned Thea in place, her paw-like hands aimlessly exploring the bratty blonde’s body, squeezing soft thighs and molesting modest breasts alike. Each and every one of Khalia’s rumbling moans is muffled by that girl’s mouth, her four little tusks poking into Thea’s kissable lips as she lazily but still rather aggressively mashes her own plump pair into them.

As for the Halfling... Well, Adeline is just about as flushed and flustered as could be expected of her.

A deep red blush fills the bunny-mouse girl’s adorably round face. Her big hazel eyes, wide open and looking a bit glazed over, stare blankly down at nowhere in particular as she does her best to avoid looking at any of the overwhelming sights that she is surrounded by. Her bottom-heavy body shuffles and squirms, wide hips wiggling side to side and thick thighs squeezing around a certain vine. She nervously rubs the silken fur of her floppy bunny ears, no longer bothering to hide behind them or her trembling little hands.

“Hhnnnhhghh~...!” Beryl’s voice comes back to her in the form of a groaned moan, satisfied and yet still sounding so needy. Lewd liquids, a debauched mix of her own sweet nectar and Krvavy’s cum, gushes out of her stuffed slit as she clenches around the colossal cock crammed inside her quivering cunt.

Krvavy takes a deep breath and –

“Nhhooh~...!” The Dryad whines in exaggerated despair as the Drakling’s dick slowly starts getting dragged back. “Nhhhghn~...!” The ridges that line her lover’s length softly scrape along the top of her tight and tender tunnel, repeatedly pressing against her most sensitive spots. “Hhghnnoooh~...!” Those jolts of pleasure prevent her from being able to keep Krvavy’s cock from retreating, much to her dismay.

Sloppy squelching sounds fill the air as the mostly stiff shaft struggles to slip from that snug and slippery slit. A mess of mixed fluids drips down onto the Dryad, trailing over her swollen mound and trickling across her faintly bulged belly.

The barbarian’s hands slowly glide over her sweet berry’s caramel coloured skin, fingers digging into toned flesh as she carefully shifts her grip from her lovely Elf’s lithe hips to that tomboy’s trembling thighs. She folds her flexible fiancée just a little more, dragging the Dryad off her dick just as much as she is pulling herself back.

A wet, slurping pop rings out as Krvavy’s cockhead is finally freed from its heavenly prison. The mess that they’ve made together only grows as that faintly throbbing thing, coated in creamy cum, looms above Beryl’s shuddering body.

Beads of nectar, like delicious dewdrops, dribble from the tanned tomboy’s leaf-green nipples. A verdant hue colours her cheeks as she gazes up at her Draconic lover with hazy, begging eyes. The corners of her lips twitch, struggling not to smile as she tries putting on a pouty display.

Krvavy hungrily takes in the beautifully debauched sight of her well-fucked fiancée. The gentle glow of Beryl’s womb tattoo draws her attention. That lewd mark shimmers and shines so softly... So alluringly... The curling vines of blue-green and turquoise light that make up its layered central heart guide her gaze towards Beryl’s faintly gaped pussy.

“Hhnh~...!” The Dryad trembles. Her pointy little clit pulses, the light catching on its silver piercing capped with black gems. Her sloppy, seed-stuffed slit is slowly – visibly – tightening back up. Those green-tinged lower lips, puffy and heavily flushed, are gradually closing.

Which is no fun.

The tanned tomboy’s long legs shudder as more of her weight begin to pull down on them. Her heels dig into her Draconic lover’s back, stubbornly refusing to release her weakened leglock.

Krvavy’s grip shifts around her sweet berry’s thighs. Her thumbs stretch out, just barely reaching their target. Warmth emanates from her Dryad’s welcoming hole, only growing hotter as she idly gives that plant-like pussy a single squishing squeeze. The very tips of her thumbs slip into that lewd slit. Slowly, ever so slowly, she begins to spread Beryl’s cum-filled cunt wide open.

Pride wells up within the barbarian’s heart.

An utterly degenerate sight lays before her. Beryl’s love tunnel twitches and quivers, clenching around a cock that is not longer there. The walls of that needy hole, green as a freshly grown spring leaf, are absolutely coated in her thick and sticky seed. She has painted Beryl’s insides white. She has, once more, marked this woman as her own.

“Mmhorrrhe~...!” An utterly shameless moan emerges from the Dryad’s mouth, slurred and demanding. “Myy deeahrressht lhoovhe~...!” Her leaf-green insides undulate and pulse, pressing together so tightly that a mix of cum and her own lewd liquids gushes out of her spread slit in a show of the pleasures she can provide. “Ushhe mheee mhorrrhe~...!”

Those needy words send a shiver down Krvavy’s spine. Her sizable shaft throbs in need, having long since stiffened back up to its full size. If, for whatever reason, the barbarian was conflicted and didn’t want to fuck her fiancée again, then the lewd gasps and moans of her other girls would certainly put her in the mood.

“Yhhessshhshnh~!” A happy hiss, triumphant and arrogant, echoes through the air as a certain colossal cockhead presses against her impatient pussy, so very close to penetrating it once more.

But an intrusive thought pops into Krvavy’s mind before she can thrust forwards.

This Dryad’s lewd and lithe body is more or less made for Krvavy – her specifically – to fuck. To take advantage of that fact is why she and all of her girl’s are here right now. So why limit herself to just fucking this one hole~? To just this perfect, plant-like pussy~? Especially when there is another hole so close to it, one just as neglected and needy~?

She is here to claim this former Wood Elf woman as her own~. Fully and utterly~. So... Why not take Beryl’s ass once more~? Why not conquer it too~?

“Nhhhoo~–!” The Dryad immediately begins to whine as her lover’s turgid tip slides down her sopping slit rather than delve into her depths. But her needy complaints are quickly cut off as she sharply gasps out. “–Hhhha~!”

Krvavy’s cockhead slowly forces itself forwards. A tight puckered ring kisses at its tip, slowly spreading around that swollen things considerable size. The creamy mess coating her length, and the lewd liquids flowing down Beryl’s body, makes what would otherwise be a near impossible task into something, well, not quite easy. But not too hard either~.

“Mhhh~!” “Mwwmph~!” “Mwrrhhahm~!” “Eeeieehhh~!”

A hummed gasp, two moans muffled by the same kiss, and a pleasured squeak all ring out from the audience. The vines splaying out from Beryl’s back twitch as they shakily resume mimicking Krvavy’s motions. Just not in the same hole as that cock.

The others aren’t prepared for such a thing. Unlike this Dryad, whose every hole is made for the Drakling’s dick~.