Departing Svaneti

“Oh Dosi...! My dear baby...!”

It takes quite a bit of effort, but Krvavy is able to keep her smile from growing too large. Of course, that is a constant battle, not one to be won and then forgotten. So to make it easier for herself, she turns her gaze away from the mother daughter pair by her side.

The warm light of the midday sun shines across a sea of tents, those temporary shelters cluttering the grounds of Castle Mestia.

There are still plenty of people taking shelter here, within these curtain walls. Just not quite as many as there were at first. It will take more than a couple days to rebuild all of the homes that were lost. But work is still being done. One by one, the people of Svaneti will return to having solid roofs above their heads.

“Ugh...!” A wonderfully bratty groan draws the Drakling’s attention. “I...!” Thea pauses for just a second, swatting her mother’s fussy hands away from the sky blue dress she is wearing. A dress which is much less inappropriate than what she wore last night, nowhere near as tight. In fact, it may even be a little loose, bands of gold threaded fabric needed to cinch it around her upper arms and trim waist. “I am not a child...!” She petulantly whines, stomping her heeled foot into the ground.

“Of course not, my dear Dosi...!” That older noblewoman’s delicate fingers squish into her bratty daughter’s slightly rosy cheeks, gold-rimmed glasses going askew. “You are going to get married...! You are going to be a wife...! Oh, I am so happy for you, me dear Dosi...! My sweet, sweet baby...!”

The brat’s embarrassed blush burns brighter and brighter. “Do not act like I will be gone, never to return! Not like when you tried to marry me off!” She heatedly hisses... unable to stop herself from spitting out that barb, even if it makes her mother wince. “We will only be away for a week! A week!”

Anastasia’s arms wrap tight around her daughter’s body, chin coming to rest on that girl’s shoulder. “After having lost you once, even a day feels far to long...” Her voice drops in volume, growing so soft that only those standing nearby can hope to hear her words. “Your Father and I... We do not want to lose you again...”

“And you will not...!” Thea exasperatedly groans back, her angsty attitude wavering just a bit as she finds herself returning her mother’s hug. “My home may now be elsewhere, but I can still come to visit... a few times each year...” She turns her head to the side, ignoring the audience of her three lovers. “And... I will be around quite frequently, this next month...! I am not letting that conniving Countess plan my wedding for me!”

“Do not worry, my dear Dosi...!” Anastasia grabs onto her daughter’s shoulders, pulling back just enough for their similar soft-blue eyes to meet. “Your wedding will perfect...! It will be everything you deserve...! I promise, my dear Dosi...! I will do all I can to ensure as much...!”

“I... Ugh...! Enough of this...!” With some difficulty, the bratty blonde frees herself from that clingy noblewoman’s embrace. “We aimed to arrive in... in Adeline’s hometown... before the sun had set! And at this rate that will have happened before we have even left! So goodbye!” And with that, Thea spins around on the spot, snatching up both a black-scaled hand and a rather paw-like one as she stomps her way over to the waiting carriage.

“Safe travels!” The regal noblewoman waves her daughter goodbye, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “I love you!”

Thea pauses halfway up a short set of stairs, steadied by Khalia’s strong arm. “I... I love you too...!” She shouts back, sparing just the briefest glance over her shoulder before disappearing through the doorway. “Now bye!”

“Eeeip...!” Adeline squeaks as she is scooped up into Krvavy’s embrace, saved the slightly difficult task of climbing those comparatively tall steps.

The Drakling smiles warmly at that adorable Halfling, before turning towards her future, and soon-to-be, mother-in-law. “See you at... or probably before... the wedding, Anastasia!”

The carriage door quite forcefully clicks shut. “Ugh...! Still using her given name, huh?!”

Krvavy quirks her brow, carefully placing Adeline down on the comfortable couch-like bench. “Well, I’m not going to call her mom.” Even just the thought of that feels... weird, to her. And not just because she has only ‘known’ the woman for a couple days...

A scowl finds its way onto Thea’s face, her silver-blonde brow furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. “Hmph...” She huffs in reluctant agreement, turning her head to the side and – “Seriously...?”

The barbarian blinks, her gaze following that of her brat.

“Rrrnh?” Khalia tilts her head, staring back at the two of them... Though of course her furred fingers continue moving, purposefully pulling at the strings holding her loose woollen top closed. The freckled, green-skinned valley of her cleavage spreads a little wider as her tits are no longer forced so close together, more and more of her buff belly revealed by each passing second.

The Were-Beast looks a little odd, wearing actual clothes for... for the first time since Krvavy ‘met’ the mere Orc she used to be, really. Though, honestly, the fact that she is wearing pants is the strangest part of that sight.

They make her look oddly normal...

Thea pinches the bridge of her nose, glasses removed and held in her other hand. A long and exhausted sigh passes through her kissable lips. “We got you some clothes to wear, and you are just going to take them off at the first opportunity you get...?”

One after the other, a pair of plump green-brown nipples are popped free from that sleeveless top, those big breasts all but entirely exposed. Those paw-like hands drop down to the baggy but still clearly expensive fabric clinging to Khalia’s legs, tight only around the (soon to be un)tied waistband and the cuffs just above her bestial ankles.

“I mean, to be fair...” Krvavy can’t help but stare at those big and beautiful boobs. They may not be quite as large as Inanna’s truly titanic pair, but that doesn’t make them any less perfect~. “What did you expect to happen?”

Thea simply huffs and rolls her soft-blue eyes.

Without another word, the brat turns and slides open the door which leads to the rest of this carriage, revealing the same cubbyhole of a hallway that Krvavy grew quite familiar with on her journey to Vratsa. The small and really quite cramped bathroom has its segmented door slid open next, the toilet slash shower stall hardly spared a glance before the only other door in here gets opened, swinging forwards.

“Mmh...” Thea’s hum carries through the air, sounding less than impressed. “The bed could be bigger...”

“Wwwhhmmnh...” Khalia’s arms stretch behind her back, tits jutting forward and knuckles bumping into the wood panelled wall. “Nhhhw...” Her surprisingly still covered butt drops onto the padded couch bench. Just like with her top, she is technically still wearing her pants, simply having loosened them to the point where they just barely cling to her hips. Which is quite smart of her. If she needs to get ‘dressed’ again, then that’d only take a few seconds at most.

“Good girl~...” A warm grin spreads across Krvavy’s face, heart fluttering as her precious puppy nuzzles into her patting hand.

Tnmp...

Keeping her fingers exactly where they are, gliding through Khalia’s slightly coarse black-brown hair, Krvavy turns her attention towards the source of that soft thump.

Adeline is kneeling on the padded cushion right beneath the window, her little hands pressing into that clear sheet of glass. Movement can be seen beyond this little bunny-mouse, the carriage having already set off.

The Drakling finds her gaze dropping downwards, the anxious wiggling of that bottom-heavy blonde’s wonderfully wide hips drawing her in. Her heartbeat speeds up yet slows all the same, a single second stretching on into eternity as her emerald eyes appreciate this beautiful sight that she is blessed enough to behold.

A tight dress hugs the big and brilliant butt of this bunny-mouse girl, so similar in style to the one which Thea is wearing. That creamy fabric, decorated with floral patterns in colours ranging from cheery yellow to lively orange, does absolutely nothing to hide that Halfling’s prodigious rear, clinging close to her every curve. Even those tremendously thick thighs are highlighted, if only for the briefest of moments as this Halfling squirms in place, womanly hips shimmying and swaying side to side.

The twitching of a certain thin, fur-tipped tail breaks the barbarian’s concentration, snapping her free from this engrossed trance. Her brow furrows a fair bit. With hardly a thought, her free hand reaches out and –

“Eeeeeeiiiep!” Adeline jumps in place, her slim and small shoulder grasped in a firm but gentle grip.

“Its alright,” the Drakling reassures her worried fiancée, black-scaled thumb tracing small circles near the middle of that trembling girl’s back. “Your family will be alright. They’re far enough away from here to have never been in any danger. The Duke’s army didn’t make it that far to the east. So what happened to Svaneti won’t have happened to your hometown.”

“N-no, it...” The Halfling glances back at her barbaric lover, tears lingering in the corners of her big, hazel-brown eyes. Unable to put her thoughts into words, she simply taps a little finger into the glass, directing her Dragon’s gaze through that window.

The curtain walls of Castle Mestia are slowly moving further and further away. But they aren’t yet far enough that Krvavy can’t see the crowd of children clustered a short distance from the gatehouse... around the newly built gallows, a few limp bodies left hanging on it.

Krvavy’s carnivorous teeth lightly chew at the inside of her cheek. “It’s not nice, I know, but those soldiers... They got what they deserved. They could have left with the rest of the army, but chose to stick around and cause more pain. They –”

The barbarian’s frown grows deeper as she cuts herself off mid sentence.

Adeline may be quite the kind and caring girl, but she hasn’t been brought to tears because of some misplaced sympathy directed towards those deserters. She may not like the fact that they had to be executed, but those gallows being used like this isn’t what has upset her.

Krvavy’s gaze follows the arcing lines streaking through the air, rock after rock being thrown at those dangling bodies... by none other than the children grouped around them.

“Those kids...” Both of the barbarian’s hands begin to massage the shoulders and back of her adorable bunny-mouse. “They lost a lot because of the Duke’s men. So... it may be a bit grim, but it doesn’t hurt to let them take their frustrations out this way. It’ll give them an outlet and... hopefully keep them from growing bitter.”

A soft sigh passes through Adeline’s little lips, her incredibly short body deflating just a bit.

“Rrhh... Little bunbun...” Khalia strong arms wrap around that adorable blonde’s wondrously wide hips, her green-skinned cleavage engulfing the Halfling’s thin waist. “No sad...!” Her nose bumps into the smooth and velvety fur of a floppy bunny ear, her huge head nuzzling against Adeline’s comparatively tiny one.

Even with that unpleasant scene still visible out the window, fading further by the second, Krvavy can’t help but smile a little. One of her arms pulls back just a bit, immediately wrapping itself around her precious puppy as well, hugging both Were-Beast and bunny-mouse tight.

A light click marks the door to the bedroom being closed. A soft thmp accompanies Thea’s ass plopping down onto the cushioned couch, close enough for Krvavy’s tail to curl around her waist. Which that noble girl tolerates.

Buildings pass on by through the window, some undamaged and untouched, others in the process of being repaired, more than a few still little more than ruins...

Eventually, the barbarian tires of those admittedly rather boring sights, turning instead towards her beautiful brat. The subtle smile playing at Krvavy’s lips only grows wider as she stares at that oblivious girl.

Thea’s thumb brushes against the platinum band of her opulent ring, the very tip of her glossy nail touching one of its two triangular diamonds. A happy glimmer fills the girl’s soft-blue eyes as she gazes down at the spherical sapphire which stands as the centerpiece to her ring, that beautiful gem braced by four pieces of gold.

“You really like that, huh~?”

“Hnnh!” Thea jumps in place, her attention snapping towards that teasing Drakling. “Y-you...!” The bratty blonde’s face scrunches into a pouty scowl, brow furrowed and kissable lips pursed. “Do not act so smug!” She demands, arms quickly crossing beneath her covered breasts. “It is not like you picked this yourself! And...! And you did not even get down on one knee when you gave it to me!”

Krvavy peels away from her cuddling puppy and bunny, carnivorous teeth gleaming in a wide grin. “Would you have really wanted that~?” It doesn’t even take a single step for the barbarian to reach her brat, leaning forwards and looming above that girl. Her finger gently hooks onto Thea’s chin, turning that increasingly flushed face up towards her own. “If you needed a second proposal, well, wouldn’t that imply that the first one didn’t count~? Which means that you wouldn’t be my first fiancée~. No that’d be Beryl~. Then Adeline’d be second, and you would be third~. But if you’re alright with that~...”

Thea’s breath catches in her throat, soft-blue eyes going hazy and half-lidded as her left wrist is gently grasped, that arm guided away from her body and –

“N-no...!” The noble girl hastily gasps, pulling her hand away from Krvavy’s clutches before that Drakling can steal her ring. “You are not taking my rightful place as your f-first wife-to-be away from me, you damned Dragon...!” She swiftly stammers, holding the hand that her ring rests on so close to her chest. “You promised to marry me, and marry me you shal-lmhhh~...!”

Krvavy’s pale lips so effortlessly silence that brat. “Mhhhmh~...” She happily hums, pulling back hardly more than a hairsbreadth. “I love you~...”

“I... I love you too~...” Thea quietly replies, unable to keep the smile off her face as that teasing Dragon settles down beside her, strong arm wrapped tight around her shoulders while that meaty tail remains curled around her hips.

“You know...” Krvavy’s slightly flushed cheek squishes into Thea’s silver-blonde hair, her lower horn pushing into a braid. “I remember you acting all huffy and defensive about getting engaged at the ripe old age of nineteen, back when we first ‘met’.”

“That was not, and still is not, too old to get engaged...!” Thea responds with a huff, lifting her chin as high as she can with Krvavy’s head resting atop her own. “And it was mean of you to say as much...!”

“I was actually surprised by how young you seemed, but that’s not my point.” Krvavy’s emerald eyes glance to the side, her smile growing just a bit bigger as she takes in the wonderful sight of Khalia and Adeline cuddling together. “I’m just... Why did you think I was calling you too old for that? None of your brothers are married yet, and they’re all older than you.”

A long, slow sigh escapes through Thea’s kissable lips. “They at least had a use beyond being married off... Plus, I... I am pretty sure they all already have their own sweethearts...” The girl grumbles, leaning further into her barbaric lover’s embrace. “Kostas definitely does, down at the academy he spends so much of his time at. Dimitrios has been regularly receiving and sending letters to... somewhere further west... for years now, so he probably does as well. And Nikolas... he never talks about that stuff, though there have been nights where he came home very, very late...”

The very tips of this Drakling’s fingers idly drum away atop her first fiancée’s thigh. “Well, still... Aren’t you going to get all smug about getting married before any of them, despite being the youngest~?”

The corners of Thea’s lips twitch upwards. “I might, once we are actually married. But I imagine that Mother will harass them about that more than I ever could~. Dimitrios especially~. He does need to get to work on making an heir, now that he is the Baro–”

Dnn! Dnn! Dnn!

Three quick knocks echo through the door to this carriage. A quick glance towards the window shows that they are still moving.

“Ugh...” Thea groans and rises to her feet, pushing a dainty hand into her Draconic lover’s shoulder to keep Krvavy seated. “Looks like that succubus has finally decided to show up...”

With an incredibly annoyed huff, that brat pulls the door open.

A shroud of darkness stands on the other side, obscuring the street and all beyond it. A living Shadow slinks into the carriage, clad in a hooded cloak and gloves to keep from giving even the slightest glimpse of what may lay beneath.

“Don’t worry, not a soul beyond you four would have noticed my entrance, not even the driver.” This magical copy of another Champion reassures, the door clicking shut behind them. “No one would have even seen the shadows.”

“Hmph...!” Thea stomps her way back to the barbarian. “Do you even need to be here?” She pointedly asks, not bothering to hide her obvious hostility, hands coming to rest on her hips as she stands half in front of her Draconic lover. Almost protectively. “Or did you simply wish to harass my Krvavy even further?”

The hooded figure casually settles down on the single seat not connected to the couch which fills the rest of this room, nestled in the corner between the door they just entered through and the one which leads deeper into this carriage. “Technically, I do not need to be here at this very moment.” Even knowing who and what lays beneath that cloak, Shadow’s voice is still so... so annoyingly ambiguous and indecipherable. Calm, steady. Void of any helpful emotions. “But since Krvavy did agree to the Countess’ offer...”

Disdain fills Thea’s face, soft-blue eyes narrowing behind the lenses of her glasses. “‘The Countess’?” Disrespectful derision underlines that title. “You mean yourself?”

Shadow subtly shrugs their shoulders. “I suppose so, yes.” A second of silence follows that statement, almost long enough for the noble girl to speak. “Keeping a degree of separation in my mind has been a good way to prevent slip ups and maintain the security of my identities. That said, we are still in close enough proximity to the Countess for her... for me to directly speak and see through this Shadow.”

Hearing that seems to put Thea on edge, for some reason. Her gaze darts to the side, towards the half-dressed Were-Beast and fully clothed bunny-mouse cuddling beside the window, before looking back towards her barbaric lover. “Hmph!” She huffs again, grasping at her long sky blue skirt.

Krvavy stifles a sigh. “Seriously...?”

With a bit too much haste to be graceful, the gold-threaded hem of that well-fitted dress is dragged upwards. The heeled boots that this brat chose to wear are the first to be revealed, that black polished leather reaching nearly to her knees. A pair of smooth and solid stockings are seen next, that pristine white fabric warmer than the lacy ones she usually wears, but no less lovely as they squish into her soft thighs.

“Nhhhn...!” The noble girl grunts, her glasses nearly falling off as she pulls her dress up and over her head, carelessly tossing it onto an unused section of the couch-like bench. “Shut up.” She lifts her chin and glares down at the Drakling... who would be taller than her, if only Krvavy sat up straight. “And get that degenerate dick of yours out already.”

The cock in question throbs within the tight prison of Krvavy’s pants. That Drakling’s emerald eyes follow the hands of her first fiancée, dainty thumbs hooking into the snug and lacy lingerie shorts hugging Thea’s hips.

Bit by bit, the pink and blue mark which adorns that noble girl’s smooth skin is uncovered. First its simplistic crown, five peaks topped with radiant hearts, then the large and layered heart that (vaguely) stands above her womb. Finally, the sculpted bush of silver-blonde hair and this brat’s needy little pussy are exposed for all to see.

Krvavy softly shakes her head, already loosening her pants. With just a bit of shuffling, her steadily swelling shaft is freed. She knows better than to deny her wife-to-be this simple request. At best, Thea would just take that cock out herself. At worst... Well, no need to piss the girl off.

Shadow leans forward, just a little. “I suppose that since you already know what lays beneath this cloak... there is no point in me wearing it around you. Not in private, as we are now.” The hood, gloves, and everything else hiding that Champion’s identity begins to fade, growing dull and losing what little colour they had. Darkness seeps from within those fabrics and leathers, leaving it all an indistinguishable and featureless mess of black... which soon recede inwards, as if absorbed into the womanly figure left sitting on that isolated seat.

A figure which is completely naked, yet hardly appears so. There is no texture to her unfathomably dark ‘skin’. No variation in shade or colour. Unless caught in profile, her features can hardly even be seen.

With a light bump of her knee, Thea nudges her Draconic lover’s legs further apart. Her beautiful butt sways side to side, before lowering down into that barbarian’s lap. “Hhh~...” A soft sigh passes through her parted lips, each ridge that lines Krvavy’s cock rubbing against her slightly sodden slit, that stiff shaft hugged tight within the embrace of her squishy thighs.

The shadowy silhouette of Rina tilts its head to the side. “I may as well mirror my true form too...” Those words see the pitch black of her forehead extend upwards in two cute little horns, a thin and heart-shaped tail unfurling from behind her. “Now...”

“Rrrrgh...!” Khalia’s plump lips pull back, sharp teeth and pointy tusks bared in a snarling growl, beige-brown fur standing on end as she protectively hugs Adeline.

Shadow ignores that, sliding from her seat and hardly taking a single step before dexterously dropping to her knees. “I restrained my curiosity yesterday, during those negotiations and during dinner... But I can do so no longer.”

The very tip of Krvavy’s cock twitches and throbs, a thick drop of pre oozing down its underside. A pair of lips, black as the darkest of nights, hovers so close to that cockhead... yet not even the faintest breeze of a breath can be felt by that sensitive shaft.

“Forgive me for being so forward,” this copy of the Countess turns her gaze up towards Krvavy, peering into those emerald eyes. Probably. It is a bit hard to tell, with her being a living silhouette and all. “May I take a closer look at this... glowing mark?”

“Closer than this?!” Thea incredulously asks, her knee pushing into Shadow’s shoulder. Which doesn’t do much to keep that Champion at bay.

Rina’s shadow ignores that blushing brat. “I won’t use Inspect, or any other such invasive methods of scrying.”

In lieu of an answer, the Drakling manifests her Soulbound Weapon, light gleaming off the Synthetic Heartstone jutting from the top of that gigantic axe. “This will guarantee that.” She cryptically states, carefully resting her trusty axe down on the ground beside her. There is no need for her to go into detail and explain just why that is the case.

“Hmph...!” Thea huffs and no doubt rolls her eyes, pressing a palm into the sensitive spot beneath Krvavy’s throbbing cockhead. Pleasure pulses through the bodies of both barbarian and brat as this noble girl’s sopping slit slides up that swollen shaft, the stiff nub of her clit grinding against each ridge and all but catching against that flared crown.

Krvavy’s strong fingers sink into the squishy thighs of her first fiancée, helping to hold Thea steady. “Mhhh~...” She can’t help but moan as her little princess’ needy pussy presses into the drooling tip of her Draconic dick, those lewd lower lips slowly spreading around her girth.

Bit by bit, ridge after ridge, more and more of that colossal cock is crammed inside of Thea’s compliant cunt. That girl’s tight love tunnel trembles around the Drakling’s towering length, squeezing and kneading a shaft that it realistically shouldn’t be able to take... but which it can, all thanks to the divine magics so thoroughly saturating the body of this blessed brat.

Thea’s butt bumps back into the barbarian’s lap. “Th-there~...!” She gasps, the entrance to her womb kissing at Krvavy’s cockhead. The tips of her fingers trail across the distended bulge of her lower belly, the glowing mark adorning her skin not distorted nearly as much as reality would normally dictate. “Look as much as you like~...” Her insides clench and constrict as she reluctantly moans those words, lacy bra struggling to contain her breasts as she takes an incredibly deep breath, soft-blue eyes hardening into a harsh glare behind the lenses of her glasses. “But no touching...!”

This copy of the Countess nods her shadowy head. A delicate hand is raised, darkness manifesting and then solidifying within her grasp, giving way to a circle of silver.

Arcane light, tinged the signature purple of Rina’s magic, flows in streams around the frame of that singular lens as it is moved into position between an eye of utter black and a glowing heart-shaped mark.

The faintest bit of movement can be seen in Shadow’s Elf-like ears. A curious wiggle, focused yet still undeniably excited.

Krvavy’s chin comes to rest atop her Thea’s head, emerald eyes peering down towards the silhouetted figure kneeling between her legs. A rather rosy hue burns this barbarian’s blushing cheeks, growing brighter as the seconds tick on by, fed both by the soft pleasures of having her cock so snugly sheathed like this... and by the slight embarrassment of this situation that she has found herself in.

Even if Krvavy herself isn’t the focus of Rina’s really quite intense gaze... the Countess’ attention is still so very close to her cock. Her heavy sack is right there, close enough for this Shadow to kiss... The underside of her shaft – the section not shoved inside this brat – is utterly defenceless, unable to resist even something as simple as a tongue trailing up its length... Not to mention the bulged outline of her cock, each throbbing twitch of that thing visible through Thea’s belly...

“This... this mark...” A single shadowy finger so nearly touches those glowing lines. “It is a consequence of you being a Champion, yes?”

It takes Krvavy a second to realize that she is being addressed. “Uh, yeah, I guess...” She awkwardly replies, doing all she can to keep the pleasure from her voice.

“As I suspected.” Darkness engulfs that lens as it, presumably, returns to Rina’s Dimensional Inventory. Shadow pulls back just a bit, wide hips wiggling as she settles in place, sitting atop her ankles. “It is clearly not runic in nature, holding mana in an entirely different way. It... bears remarkable resemblance to a soul. To your soul, Krvavy.”

“That is ri-iight~...! A part of her is inside of me~...!” The bratty blonde so smugly brags. “Mingled and merged with my essence~...! Our union, unbreakable~...! Granting each other greater strength~...!”

Krvavy grimaces, not entirely sure if she wanted to give away that detail or not.

“I see.” This copy of the Countess slowly nods, her almost imperceptible brow furrowed deep in thought. “It is not so different from my own Shadows, I suppose. Less centralized. And likely more powerful as a result...? There are more souls feeding into the connection...”

“Hahahaha~...!” Slightly crazed laughter leaks free from Thea’s kissable lips. “You will never be so blissfully branded by – hahhah~...! – by my Dragon~!”

Again, Shadow simply nods. “I would not expect to be. My Patron would not allow another Divine to mess with my soul in any such way.” That silhouetted head turns towards Were-Beast and bunny-mouse. Another mark is on display over there. But only one. Though even if Adeline wasn’t wearing that regal, cream coloured dress... The fact that this Halfling doesn’t have a mark of her own is already known to the Countess, thanks to the lewd and nude dinner they shared last night. “Does Beryl have one?”

“Yeah~...” Krvavy quickly answers, seeing no reason to lie about that. Her sweet berry will freely show it off anyway. “She was the first to get one too~...” Which is also something that the Dryad will no doubt brag about, in time.

“Really?” Those pitch black eyes snap back towards the barbarian, surprise underlining that single word. “I can sense a sliver of your soul in Adeline, even without her bearing one of these marks... but that was not the case when I met Beryl.”

Gentle waves of bliss roll through the Drakling’s dick, Thea’s hips wiggling in her lap. The brat has, evidently, gotten bored with simply sitting around. “There are different levels to~... to all of this~. And these~...” She taps Thea’s lewd womb tattoo... perhaps a little too roughly, seeing as how that snug pussy squeezes around her shaft. “They are~... more recent~.”

This Shadow of the Countess seems to pick up on the fact that Krvavy is not going to give any more information than that. “This carriage is quite effectively soundproofed. And I can easily make up the difference.” She states, gracefully rising back to her feet and returning to her lonely seat. “So feel free to indulge in yourselves without fear of the driver or even a single passerby hearing.”

Khalia takes that as an invitation, pushing Adeline up against her Mate’s side before slipping down to the floor, claiming the spot that Rina just vacated. “Hehehehehhmhhghheh~...!” Immediately, she nuzzles into the Drakling’s heavy sack, kissing those virile orbs.

Krvavy can’t entirely relax, not with this other Champion sitting right there. But...