Hot Spring Confessional

The cave is dark as Krvavy walks out onto her loot filled platform. She can hardly even see down into the grotto. It appears to be nighttime.

Her **** notification said that coming back to life took time, but not how much time it took. It must have been at least twelve hours though, for it to be so dark out. But Krvavy can’t really find it in herself to care right now.

Continuing on down the path, Krvavy tries to move quietly. Her girls are sleeping and she doesn’t want to bother them. But she is large and rather clumsy right now, so she doesn’t do the best job at that.

“Hmmhnph...?” Beryl tiredly raises her head up from the bedding, blinking a few times in the dim light of the dying campfire. She stares at Krvavy for a few moments, before her eyes go wide and she bolts to her feet.

In a matter of seconds the naked elf has crossed the living area and wrapped her arms around Krvavy in a tight hug. “Oh, my dearest love! Ya’ve returned! Ah was so worried! Ya took so long coming home tha’ Ah almost went out there lookin’ fer ya!” Despite her enthusiasm and joyfulness, the tomboyish elf keeps her voice down to just above a whisper.

“How... how long was I?” Krvavy asks, slightly worried. Her elf is a bit clingy at the best of times, but if she thinks that Krvavy took a long time to come home...

“Oh, so long! It has been eight whole days since ya left! Ah’ve missed ya, my dearest love!” Beryl pulls back a bit to gaze up into Krvavy’s eyes. The love that fills the elf’s face is quickly replaced with concern. “Are ya alright? Ya look... worn down.”

“It has been a long... week.” Krvavy sighs out. “I just want to relax. Sorry about my promise. I’m not really... in the mood to ravish you.”

“Tha’ is alright, my dearest love. Would ya like me ta accompany ya? Ah’d be happy ta massage this strong bod–Huh?” Beryl’s hands suddenly stop gliding across Krvavy’s body as a quizzical expression fills her face. “Yer scars. They are... gone?”

Krvavy deflates, sagging her shoulders in defeat. She doesn’t know how to explain that, and she isn’t in the mood to just make something up. “I...”

Beryl’s face softens. “Let’s get ya ta the wa’er first, alright?”

Krvavy just nods as the tanned wood elf squeezes under her arm, helping her walk down to the hot springs.

Beryl’s dexterous hands slowly knead Krvavy’s shoulders as the barbarian sits back in the steamy water.

Krvavy’s exhaustion is apparent to the elf, as Beryl is straddling her lap and occasionally leaning forwards to kiss the barbarian’s forehead. But Krvavy’s cock isn’t hard in the slightest, even with a beautiful tomboyish elf rubbing constantly against it.

The two of them have been in here for quite some time, with Beryl waiting patiently for Krvavy to start talking.

“Beryl...” Krvavy sighs out, breaking the silence.

“Yes, my dearest love?” Her wood elf responds, her voice dripping with love, care, and concern.

“I died.”

Beryl is silent for a few moments, though her hands continue to caress Krvavy’s tense shoulders. “What do ya mean? Ya aren’t dead. Ya’re right here in front o’ me.”

Krvavy sighs out again. She doesn’t want to lie to this elf of hers. Beryl cares too much about her, even if that is only because of the collar. The collar. Dammit. If this is all real... Krvavy is a monster.

“Dearest love?” Beryl’s concerned voice pierces through her thoughts. “Are ya alright? Ya’re worrying me.”

“I...” Krvavy takes a deep breath. She’ll be as honest as she can with her elf. Just not about this possibly being a game or maybe being from another world. Krvavy has no idea how to explain that, and she doesn’t want to scare Beryl. “I actually died. But I came back.”

“How?” Beryl immediately asks, before quickly looking apologetic. “Oh, Ah’m sorry. Ah should let ya talk at yer own pace.”

Wrapping her arms around her elf, Krvavy hugs onto Beryl and tries to find the right words. “I am the champion of a God. If I die my soul comes crawling back to life. But I don’t know how many times I can do that before I’m gone for good.”

A thoughtful expression passes over Beryl’s face. After a few moments she nods her head. “Tha’ can’t ‘ave been easy fer ya.”

“You... you believe me?” Krvavy mutters out in disbelief.

“Aye. Why would ya lie ta me?” Beryl honestly questions, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips. “Do ya want ta talk about it?”

“Not right now...” Krvavy sighs out, before an idea comes to her mind. “You can inspe– scry me, right? You should be able to see some proof there.” After all, Krvavy has three traits that directly reference a divine blessing.

“Ah don’t need proof, but if ya insist.” The tanned wood elf replies with a gentle shake of her head.

Krvavy feels a slight prodding sensation, but not in her body. As soon as that sensation fades Beryl’s eyes fly wide open.

“Ya... Ya’re only level nine!?”

“That is what you’re focusing on?” Krvavy comments in disbelief.

“Ah thought... Ya...” The tomboyish elf stumbles over her words. “Tha’ is so low...! My dearest love! Ya... Ya are an idiot! No wonder ya died! Ya’re too weak ta be gallivanting around the world! Ah should ‘ave been there, by ya side!”

“I was fine until a damn wizard showed up!” Krvavy growls out, suddenly angry. But that anger quickly fades away, as Krvavy sees tears welling up in her elf’s eyes.

“Ah don’t want ta lose ya!” Beryl sobs out. “Please! Don’t be so reckless! Even if ya can come back ta life!”

Krvavy tightens her hug, pulling the sad elf’s head down into her shoulder and rubbing her toned back.

Beryl quickly calms back down, helped by the fact that she clearly kept reading Krvavy’s stat sheet. “Ya’re pretty strong fer someone so low level...” she mutters out. “And these traits are–”

The tomboyish elf abruptly cuts herself off as she pulls back from Krvavy’s grip, intensively staring into the barbarian’s eyes. “Divine Potential. Do ya have any idea how powerful tha’ trait is?! Ya could become one o’ the strongest beings ta ever exist wit’ tha’!”

“Yes, I know. Especially after you explained affi–”

Beryl cuts Krvavy off, breathing heavily as she frantically continues. “Yer Naturists Blessing is amazin’ as well! Oh, it really helps ta explain why ya go around almost naked all the time! Ah’m so happy ta have tha’ reassurance tha’ ya aren’t just suicidal!”

“I’m no–”

Krvavy is hardly even able to a get a word out before Beryl cuts her off again. “And yer language blessing, how does it work. Can ya understand–” Beryl’s voice suddenly changes, sounding beautiful and musical, though the words that she is saying are complete gibberish.

Due to your Not So Cunning Linguist trait you are [1%] of the way towards learning Iaith Coetir.

Beryl smiles widely, looking at Krvavy expectantly.

The barbarian sighs out tiredly. “I have no idea what you just said, and it’ll take at least an hour of listening to that for me to learn it.”

“An hour of just listening ta learn a whole language!? Ah-maze-ing!” Beryl gushes out. “Ah’ll sing ta ya later then! Oh, Ah cannae wai’ ta tal’ wi’ sommon inna mo’er tung agai’!” her accent flares up, slurring the words almost incomprehensibly in her excitement.

“Those aren’t the only blessings I have.” Krvavy admits, catching her eager elf’s attention. “I can also spend some divine favour to get more. And upgrade what I already have.”

“Oh~? Like wha’? But wait, how do ya earn yer God’s favour?”

“From ‘fulfilling my desires’ and ‘proving my strength’ though that is pretty vague. I don’t really know what either of those exactly mean. I only got my first point after coming back to life.”

Beryl stares intensely at Krvavy. “Wha’ do ya desire most right now?” she forcibly asks.

Krvavy opens her mouth to respond, but pauses. What does she want the most right now?

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Besides that.

If she is stuck in this... world... What does she want?

“Khalia.” Krvavy says as the thought comes to her. “I want Khalia to get better. At least enough so that she can take care of herself.” She broke the poor, innocent, orc woman. It is only right that she fixes her.

“Alright.” Beryl says with a determined look on her face. “Let’s do tha’ right now.”

The elf quickly gets up off of Krvavy’s lap and moves to leave the water, only stopping as Krvavy grabs onto her arm. “What? How are we going to do that?” The barbarian asks.

“Ah have a few ideas. Ah might not be able ta get her back ta what she was like before, but ta get her able ta care fer herself again should be easy enough.” The tanned wood elf confidently replies, pulling onto Krvavy and coaxing the barbarian onto her feet.

“But... I don’t...” Krvavy mutters out in confusion as Beryl hastily drags her back towards the living area.

“Beast Magic.” Beryl begins. “It isn’t the most well suited fer people, but wit’ how she is.... Well, it should work. The smarter a person is the less Beast Magic tends ta affect them, but she doesn’t ‘ave anything going on in ‘er head right now.”

“What are you planning on doing to her?” Krvavy cautiously asks.

“Nothin’ dangerous, my dearest love.” Beryl reassures, talking a bit quieter as they approach the living area. “She is yer woman, and Ah’d never dream o’ hurting one o’ yer own.”

That doesn’t do the best job at reassuring Krvavy, but she doesn’t have much of a chance to probe Beryl, as they have already arrived at the living area.

Standing above the sleeping form of Khalia, Beryl gestures for Krvavy to pick her up. “We’ll need ta take her someplace quiet. Don’t want ta wake up yer girl here. She gets grumpy if her sleep is interrupted.”

Krvavy nods as she carefully scoops Khalia’s limp body up into her arms and begins to head back down to the hot springs, but Beryl stops her.

Without a word, Beryl gently drags Krvavy in the other direction, up towards the loot and Krvavy’s little respawn point cave.

“Why here?” Krvavy asks as soon as they arrive.

“Well... Ah know ya didn’t want me ta bring it up...” the elf hesitantly starts, “But Ah think the, well, ya know, thing that ya used on me could help. Ah know tha’ ya keep it somewhere around here.”

Krvavy narrows her eyes. “You want me to enslave her? I thought that you hated that collar.”

“Ah do. But this is... a special case here. And not just because it’ll be ya using it. Ah really think that it’ll be safer using it.”

“Safer? You said that this wasn’t going to be dangerous.” Krvavy suspiciously states.

“Ahhhh, well...” Beryl nervously replies. “It will be safe. Fer her. Maybe not so much fer us. Depends on how she takes ta it. Wha’ if it works perfectly and she wants ta kill ya? She’s an Orc. They’re an angry people. And ya... Well, she might not like ya.”

Krvavy sighs out tiredly once more. “Alright.” She relents, as her elf has a point. Krvavy doesn’t want to put Beryl and Thea at risk, so having her Orc immediately love her will be for the best. Besides, she wasn’t aiming to get Khalia back to whatever she was like before they met anyway.

Placing Khalia on the ground, Krvavy walks through the illusionary barrier into her private cave, ignoring the surprised sound Beryl makes as she does so. She quickly grabs the collar from the alcove she made for it and heads back out.

“Wha...? How...?” Beryl confusedly mutters as Krvavy returns. The elf is knocking her knuckles on what is a solid wall of rock to her.

“There is a little cave there that is bound to my soul. It is where I came back to life.” Krvavy offhandedly explains. “Now tell me what you are planning on doing to her. And don’t dodge the question.”

“Of course, my dearest love.” Beryl smiles softly, readily accepting that explanation for walking through a wall. “Ah intend ta use the same fundamental magical idea behind my Calm Creature spell ta stimulate her mind. Ah’ll mostly be prodding her different emotions and feelings ta get a response out o’ ‘er, but Ah’ll also try ta squash any trauma or fear she ‘as about ya.”

“And that will make her better?” Krvavy says with some doubts in her voice. This plan sounds like a magical version of what Krvavy originally tried, which was fucking the Orc to get some reactions out of her.

“Aye, Ah hope. It can’t hurt ta at least try.” The tomboyish elf reassures. “And Ah mean tha’. Ah’m not powerful enough ta fry ‘er brain or anythin’. Worst thing ta happen is nothin’.”

Krvavy is about as reassured as she can be, even if she doesn’t have the highest hopes for it working. “Alright, lets get started. The sooner it is done the sooner I can put this thing back.”

“Yes, my dearest love.” The tanned elf nods, before quickly going around Khalia and sitting on the ground next to the Orcs head.

Crossing her legs Beryl gently pulls Khalia partway into her lap, letting the Orc woman’s head rest against her breasts. “Alright, put it on ‘er now.” She says as her hands firmly hold Khalia’s head in place, pressing her palms over the Orcs temples.

Krvavy nods as she crouches down, reaching towards Khalia. With just a moments hesitation, she pushes the collar onto the Greenskin woman’s neck.