Pestering a Pouty Princess

Krvavy calmly makes her way through the peaceful greenery of her grotto, fingers idly brushing over the leafy bushes that line this well-worn path.

Chk... Thnk. Twnng...!

The sharp sounds echoing out from up ahead grow just a bit louder and just a bit clearer with each step Krvavy takes. And soon enough, their source comes into sight.

Chk. Thnk! Twnng...! Chk. Thnk! Twnng...!

Relatively thick bolts cut through the air, striking a rather large block of woven vines a fair distance away. They aren’t the most well aimed, scattered across the surface of that target with quite a few near the edges, but it doesn’t look like any of them have missed either.

Chk. Thnk! Twnng...! Chk. Thnk!

“Should we get Inanna to add a little window on the back of that? So that you know how many bolts you have left?”

Thea jumps slightly, spinning around to glare at the Drakling who snuck up on her without trying. The heavy crossbow in her hands points down to the ground, even though its magazine is empty and it isn’t spanned. “That...” Her shoulders slump slightly as she softly sighs out. “That would not hurt...”

Krvavy walks right up to the first girl she asked to marry her, leaning in and giving that beautiful blonde a gentle kiss on the forehead. “It also wouldn’t hurt if you just slowed down a bit.” She lightly teases, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Thea’s face. “I mean, you pulled the lever to load the thing, and still tried to shoot with it even though no bolt fell down into the, uh, rail.”

A faint blush colours the bratty girl’s cheeks, leaving her fair skinned face painted with a rosy hue. “I am trying to be quick.” Thea lifts her head up and tries to act all snooty, but all that does is invite the barbarian’s hand in, strong fingers cupping her chin. Her blush grows noticeably brighter because of that. “There is little point to using this if someone could simply rush me before I can get even a single shot off.”

“I’d say that is all the more reason to make your shots count.” Krvavy softly states, the tip of her thumb resting atop her fiancée’s kissable lips as she leans closer and closer, noses nearly touching. “But... alright. Want me to go get all of those bolts for you?”

“Y-yes, please.” The silver-blonde noble shakily breathes back, her beautiful blue eyes half-lidded and already starting to go hazy with arousal. “They can be a... a pain to pull out sometimes...” She melts beneath her Draconic lover’s touch, waiting for Krvavy to properly kiss her.

But, much to that brat’s disappointment, she doesn’t get another kiss. Instead, the Drakling pulls away and turns around, immediately heading down the range.

“Hnnmph...”

That frustrated, pouty huff brings a smile to Krvavy’s face. “You’re getting better at this.” She idly calls back.

“Am I?” A quiet thump punctuates that mildly annoyed question as Thea drops her heavy crossbow onto a nearby table. The latch that holds its magazine shut opens with a click. “If that target was a person, most of my shots would have missed.” Due in part to how quickly she was trying to shoot, but of course that self-deprecating brat doesn’t mention that.

The Drakling’s fingers wrap around one of the bolts, giving it a gentle wiggle as she pulls it free. “Which means that some would have hit. And that is still better than when you started.”

“Gee. Thanks.” Thea sarcastically replies, giving her eyes a good roll as she turns around and half sits half leans onto the edge of that table. She takes a moment to straighten out her sundress, before crossing her arms and simply watching as Krvavy gathers up all of her bolts, one by one.

“Seriously, you’re doing great.” Krvavy glances back over her shoulder, shooting her fiancée a warm and loving smile. “It just might not seem like it when you compare yourself to Beryl. But she is a Wood Elf. And if you were better than her with a bow, or even a crossbow, then that’d be quite embarrassing. For her.”

“Hmph.” The bratty girl is clearly not convinced by that argument. “You have better aim with your javelins, despite how much more difficult those are to use.” She points out, sounding just a little frustrated with herself.

“Oh, yeah, it’s definitely better to compare yourself to me instead. It isn’t like I’m blessed by a God or anything, with maxed affinities in everything.” The barbarian banters back, pulling another bolt from the target. She is starting to find it a bit difficult to hold onto all of them... But there are only a couple more that she needs to get, so...

“Ugh...”

“It’s been, what, like two months since you even got this crossbow? You can’t expect to become a master in such a short time.” Krvavy plainly states, stuffing as many bolts as she can beneath her arm. Which is a bit precarious, but it works well enough to hold them all. “And don’t bring up the month or however long it was that you were using that crappy bow. It doesn’t count. Different set of skills, and all. Except... not really? I’m honestly not sure if using a crossbow should count as Archery...” The barbarian shrugs, nearly dropping some bolts because of that. “Eh, I’m not going to complain if it is in your favour.”

“Ugh!” The bratty girl simply groans again. “I know that all of this takes time. You do not need to keep reminding me of that...”

“And you don’t need to keep focusing on every little negative thing you can think of, especially if you’re just going to use them to talk down about yourself.” Krvavy cheekily returns, keeping her tone light and playful despite how utterly serious she is about that.

A rather pouty silence serves as Thea’s response. Which is pretty wise of that girl, because Krvavy would have taken even the slightest huff as a sign of victory. Though, to be fair, the Drakling is still doing that with this silence. So, really, there was no winning this for Thea.

Taking a second to make sure she wont drop any of this freshly collected ammo, Krvavy turns and heads back up the range towards the first woman she asked to be her wife, emerald eyes gleaming all the while. “Here you go~.”

Thea scowls slightly, a tinge of annoyance filling her face as she can do nothing but watch her many bolts get carelessly dropped onto the table beside her. With a soft sigh, she pushes herself back onto her feet and turns to face that mess.

The Drakling stoops over, loosely wrapping her arms around that beautiful brat’s waist before gently pressing her chin into silver-blonde hair. A few of her fingers slowly trail across Thea’s slim belly, slightly resenting the thin fabric barrier that is keeping her from directly touching her fiancée’s soft skin, while her other hand drops down to grope at Thea’s thigh, just below the hem of this nice sundress.

Despite getting her personal space so thoroughly invaded, Thea hardly reacts at all. She simply grabs the many bolts and, one by one, begins filling her crossbow’s magazine. “Are you done building things for your Dwarf?” She idly asks, sounding like she doesn’t particularly care what the answer is.

“Nah, there is still a lot for us to do over there. Inanna is just making me take a break. She wouldn’t even let me help move the piles of bricks around...” Krvavy playfully groans back, exaggerating her grumpy grumbling. “She said that I needed to spend more time with my other girls... Bah, she could stand to be a bit more greedy...”

“Hmph... That Dwarf of yours is being plenty greedy already... Hogging so much of your time like this...”

“Oh~?” Krvavy can’t help but perk up at that, the corners of her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Do you really think so~?” Her right hand slowly climbs her clothed brat’s body, meandering across a covered belly and through a modest valley of cleavage, reaching to just beneath Thea’s collarbone where she can freely enjoy the warmth of this little princess without any obstacles standing in her way. “Are you, maybe, feeling neglected~?” She slips that hand down into Thea’s dress, gently kneading and groping a single squishy boob.

Thmp, thmp, thmp...!

An excited heartbeat drums away within Thea’s chest, echoing through the Drakling’s touch.

“H-how could I when you constantly do things like this to me?” The beautiful brat tries to sound bothered and annoyed, but the way her breathy voice catches as she starts to speak completely betrays just how much she is enjoying this hug.

“Well~...” A stiff nub of a nipple grinds into the palm of Krvavy’s hand. The frilly hem of Thea’s sundress brushes over her other wrist, fingers gliding across a rather damp and conveniently uncovered slit. “I do still need to take your last virginity, just like I did with Beryl~...”

Thea shudders slightly as her neatly trimmed bush, shaped like a little silver-blonde heart, is traced and outlined. “I~...” The girl gasps, biting her bottom lip as she brings a shaky hand up and shuts her crossbow’s magazine, securing its latch with a click. Plenty of bolts remain scattered across the table. There are simply too many of them for all of that ammo to be loaded at once. “I...”

Krvavy freezes as she hears the hesitation in her little princess’ tone. She keeps her hands exactly where they are, one holding a boob and the other squished between some soft thighs, but pauses her molestation for a moment. “If you don’t want to do that, then we don’t have to. You are more important than a bit of favour.”

“No, I...” Thea trails off with a sigh, embarrassment dripping from her voice. “Can we wait –?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” The barbarian interrupts her brat, bumping her chin into the top of her fiancée’s head as she emphatically nods. “Its fine if you want to push it off for a while, or even if you’d like to save it for some sort of special occasion. Like our wedding night. You were supposed to have lost your virginity then anyway, so –”

“Ugh! Shut up and let me speak!” Now it is the noble girl’s turn to cut Krvavy off, sounding rather annoyed even as her cheeks burn a bright red. “I just meant a couple days!” She huffs, definitely rolling her eyes. “At least until you are done building things for that Dwarf of yours...”

“Oh.” Krvavy blinks, feeling a bit of heat filling her own cheeks. “You sure? I’d get it if you think anal might be a bit much. Especially with, well... Especially with my size.”

Thea lightly grabs at her Draconic lover’s wrist, holding onto the hand resting over her heart. “Yes, I am sure.” Her confident voice wavers just a little. “Just know that I... that I would not even be considering this were it not for the degenerate trait that you thrust upon me! The one that makes me, ugh, more pliable for ‘lewd activities’! Without that you would have no hope of even fitting inside of me! And...! And my perverted cleaning magic will also help to keep that depraved act from being too disgusting!”

The bratty girl shudders and huffs, unconsciously grinding her stiff little clit and needy slit into Krvavy’s left hand as she catches her breath after blurting all of that out, having overcompensated for her completely understandable nervousness.

Tingles of pleasure tickle Krvavy’s mind, the sheer love she feels for this girl mingling with her growing lust. “As long as you don’t feel pressured or anything,” her fingers resume their kneading strokes. “But what’s with the delay then? Don’t want to rush into it?” She casually and calmly asks, not wanting to embarrass her beautiful brat any further.

“Hmph,” Thea huffs, pulling her hand away from the barbarian’s wrist and resting it on the stock of her heavy crossbow. “No matter how shamelessly perverse, degenerate, and depraved it will be for you to defile and violate my... my virgin rear in this way...! We... we should still not just do it on a whim! So, no, I do not want to ‘rush into it’!”

A wide, teasing grin spreads across Krvavy’s face. “Have something special planned, do you~?”

Silence serves as Thea’s answer. The girl grabs up her crossbow, handling its weight just fine with the help of the runes inscribed on it, and... realizes that she can’t exactly turn towards the targets with this clingy Drakling hugging onto her from behind. “Can you get off of me now...?” She sighs out, already knowing what that Draconic dickgirl’s response will be.

“Nope~.” Krvavy nuzzles her nose into some wonderfully silken silver-blonde hair, breathing in her fiancée’s sweet scent. “But don’t let me get in the way of your training~.” With a slightly awkward shuffle, she turns to let the exasperated noble girl face down the range.

“Seriously...? I already struggle to keep my aim steady, so how do you expect me to even hit the target when you are distracting me like this...?” Thea groans, tilting her head back and trying to glare up at Krvavy. But that just gets her forehead kissed.

“Come on, I’m not going to distract you too much~.” Even if it wasn’t for the finger currently teasing Thea’s lower lips, its touch slowly trailing over that brat’s needy slit as if threatening to slip inside at any second, that promise wouldn’t exactly be the most convincing. “Just take your time and really aim before you pull the trigger~.”

“Ugh...” Thea rolls her eyes and turns her attention towards the target of woven vines. She takes a deep breath before lifting her heavy crossbow up, resting the butt of its stock against her shoulder. Her left hand shifts from its position on the grip near the front, grabbing onto the lever lying almost flat along its underside.

Chk.

In one smooth motion, the noble girl pulls that lever down and spans her crossbow, the mechanism within locking its thick corded string in place with a click. She returns the lever to its resting position, causing a bolt to quietly drop down onto the rail.

“Hhh~...” A soft and slightly pleasured sigh escapes past Thea’s pouty lips. She twitches slightly, struggling to completely ignore the kneading sensation gently assailing her tit, let alone the palm pressing against her pussy. Even if that second hand isn’t moving in the slightest. “Hhhhn...” Her brow knits together as she tries to focus her attention down the range, staring past her crossbow’s blocky magazine.

Krvavy’s meaty tail slowly swishes back and forth behind her. It takes a fair bit of effort, but she resists the urge to sway side to side with it. That would almost certainly piss Thea off, as she’d end up dragging that girl along with her.

“Hhhhha...” The silver-blonde brat slowly inhales, lungs filling with a full and deep breath of air. Her index finger, hooked onto the trigger, twitches a little. She takes a moment to make she her shot is all lined up, before –

Thnk!

The crossbow’s taut metal limbs suddenly snap forward, sending a bolt flying through the air at such an incredible speed that it is little more than a blur.

Twnng...!

Krvavy gives her lovable brat’s soft tit a nice squeeze. As a reward. Not that the girl exactly appreciates it. But neither does she dislike it... There would be a lot more grumbling if that were the case.

“Hmph.” Thea huffs, pressing her lips together into a pout as she glares all the way over at her target. A fair bit below and to the left of that things center is the bolt that she just shot, two thirds of its length sticking out from the woven vines.

“Not a bad shot.” Krvavy calmly comments, cupping her pretty princess’ perfect pussy and simply enjoying the warmth emanating from that sodden slit.

“Not a good one either...” The girl grumbles back. Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes, rubbing her stiff nipple into her Draconic lover’s other hand. She shudders slightly, stifling a soft gasp.

Krvavy just shrugs.

Chk. The crossbow is spanned again, another bolt loaded onto its rail. A few long seconds pass on by as it is aimed and held steady. Thnk! The trigger is pulled, limbs snapping forwards as the target is swiftly struck again. Twnng...!

That second bolt embeds itself on nearly the entire opposite side of the target from the first.

“Hmph...” Thea lightly shakes her head. Chk. She subtly rolls her hips forwards, just barely squishing the little nub of her clit into Krvavy’s clingy hand. “How is the Halfling doing, handling all of that mail of hers?” The faintest bit of arousal tinges the bratty girl’s rather disinterested tone. “Has she started writing even a single response yet?”

Thnk! Twnng...!

For a moment, the barbarian almost believes that her beautiful brat is just trying to pass the time with a bit of small talk. But she knows the girl well enough to see through that act. “Beryl still won’t let you read them, huh~?”

“Ugh!” The noble girl loudly groans, leaning back into Krvavy’s hug as she lets her crossbow droop down, pointing it at the ground ahead. “That tree slut hag does not trust me! To her, the feelings of that insidious little rat are more impo–rhtnnhhht!”

Those heated words are quickly cut off by a sharply hissed wince.

Krvavy’s fingers pull apart, releasing both the nipple and clit that she had quite roughly pinched. “Be nice.” Her hands slide back into place, gently massaging those two sensitive – and now slightly sore – spots.

Considering how masochistic this brat can be at times... it is a surprise she didn’t moan from that.

“Hmph...” Thea huffs in about as pouty a way as could be expected from her. The noble girl wiggles within Krvavy’s embrace, loosening the barbarian’s hug just enough for her to tilt her head back and stare up into the emerald eyes looking back down at her. “You cuddled with her while she read some of those letters.”

The Drakling quirks her brow at just how accusatory that simple statement sounded.

A slight scowl fills the bratty girl’s face. Which just looks a bit silly with her head upside-down like this. “You would have been able to effortlessly see over her shoulders.” It is kind of cute, how Thea is trying so hard to be subtle even though it is obvious where she is going with this~.

“Dancing around the point, are you~?” Krvavy playfully asks, unable to stop herself from leaning in and planting yet another soft kiss on her fiancée’s forehead.

That beautiful brat’s cheeks flush a bright, rosy red. “What did they say?!” She demands to know, not bothering to keep up her act now that she has been ‘found out’.

Krvavy lazily shrugs. “I was mostly just enjoying holding onto her. Kind of like what I’m doing with you right now.” As if to remind the girl of that impossible to ignore fact, her fingers begin to tenderly knead both a nicely cushioned boob and a rather pliable pussy. “So my eyes were closed for... well, for a good portion of it.”

“But not the entire time!”

The Drakling lightly sighs. She knows full well that Thea won’t just drop this... “I don’t know what exactly you’re expecting, but none of what I saw was negative or really anything to be suspicious about. There was a lot of well-wishing, a little bit of worrying, some offers to mail her things, and...”

“And what?!” Thea jumps on that tiny bit of hesitation, glaring up at Krvavy for hiding the proof that will no doubt justify her suspicions!

“There... were also quite a few invitations to dinner.” A degree of awkwardness tinges the Drakling’s dry tone. “Well, not dinner specifically, but still. They want us to come over for a visit. And to probably stay a few days...”

Thea’s brow knits together. “How were those invitations worded?”

If either of Krvavy’s hands were free right now, she would be very tempted to bury her face into them. This brat of hers is just not giving up... “I barely gave any of those letters more than a glance. But they seemed... friendly. Maybe a little curious? Maybe a little protective? Again, nothing unusual or unexpected.”

“Ugh, that is not what I meant.” The bratty blonde rolls her eyes. “How did those letters refer to you? How did they refer to the rest of us?”

“Honestly, just how good do you think my memory is?” Krvavy sighs and slowly shakes her head. “I think I saw ‘your sweetheart’ and ‘that suitor of yours’ a few times...? ‘Friend’ was also mentioned quite a bit, same with ‘friends’ or ‘other friends’. I didn’t see anything like ‘that horrible Drakling savage that kidnapped you’, if that’s what want to hear.”

“Hmph.”

“Come on,” the Drakling’s palm moves in small circling motions atop the nub of Thea’s nipple. “Why can’t you just trust Adeline?”

“I do trust that little rabbit.” Thea haughtily huffs, lifting her chin up and turning her head to the side. “She is utterly harmless and... and quite... sweet...” The arrogant noble girl’s voice wavers, sounding incredibly reluctantly to be saying that single nice thing about Adeline. “BUT!” The brat loudly blurts out, cheeks burning bright. “I do not trust that her words would not have been interpreted the wrong way! It would be far too easy for those relatives of hers to jump to conclusions and misunderstand you, our relationship, and... everything!”

Krvavy’s heart flutters, the faint frustration that she had been feeling fading away in an instant. “It is adorable that you want to protect what we have~...” Her voice oozes love and affection, spoiled just a little by lust as she can’t help but spread her fiancée’s lower lips wide open, exposing that girl’s sensitive insides to the pleasantly cool air of the grotto.

“Hmph!” Thea hefts her crossbow back up. Chk. The limbs are spanned and a bolt drops onto its rail. “Do not sound so surprised by that...” She weakly grumbles, pressing the stock back into her shoulder as she aims down the range. “This... freak show... that I have found myself a part of is... it is the best thing to ever happen to me. I... do not want to lose it...”

Thnk! Twnng...!

The Drakling gently nuzzles into her little princess’ silver-blonde hair. Driven by the overwhelming love and lust she feels towards this girl, her tail twists around and trails its tip up Thea’s inner thigh.

“Hhha~...” A breathy gasp is drawn out as that meaty appendage, swiftly getting slick with Thea’s arousal, teases at her pussy. The tip rubs between her spread lips, slowly spiralling towards its target. “Hhhhm~...” The bratty blonde bites back a moan as it slips into her slit, twitching with pleasure as her trembling love tunnel tightens around that tail.

“Honestly,” Krvavy casually continues on, closing her eyes and simply relaxing into this blissfully lewd hug. “The weirdest part of those letters was just how accepting Adeline’s family seemed to be of, well, everything... I suppose that the fact we even bothered to send some letters to them in the first place helped a lot...” Her brow furrows, lips twisting into a faint frown. “If we hadn’t, then... they could only guess what might have happened to her... They wouldn’t even know if she was still alive or not...”

Thea tenses up a little, grabbing onto the lever extending from the bottom of her crossbow. “Like my family.”

Krvavy’s eyes crack open, peering down at her fiancée. The girl isn’t holding her crossbow all that steady, but... that is more the barbarian’s fault than anything. Her tail is slowly pistoning into Thea’s pussy, after all. And that is saying nothing of what her hands are still doing, one kneading a soft tit while the other delicately massages a stiff little clit...

Chk.

“Do...” The barbarian lightly bites the inside of her cheek. She sighs and shrugs her shoulders, arms briefly tightening around Thea as she gives the girl a reassuring squeeze of a hug. “Do you want to talk about that?”

“No.”

Thnk! Twnng...!

By a stroke of luck, that shot lands quite close to the center, just a bit down and to the right of being a bullseye...

Krvavy’s lips press together into a thin line. They really do need to talk about Thea’s family, and that whole situation, but... “Nice shot.” She comments, respecting her princess’ wishes by changing the topic. They can talk about all of that stuff some other time. There is no need to rush into it right now. “Looks like you aim better when I’m distracting you like this~.”

“Ugh.” A tinge of warmth fills that annoyed groan. “That was – hhn~...!” The very tip of the Drakling’s tail pokes into the entrance to Thea’s womb. “That... was just luck.” The bratty girl breathes out, doing a pretty good job at acting like absolutely nothing lewd is happening right now. If it wasn’t for the slight quivering tremor in her voice...

“Are you sure~?” The Drakling playfully asks, kneading her beautiful brat’s boob with a bit more intensity. “Because Carnal Compliance boosts your stats whenever you do anything sexual, so maybe~...?”

“Hmph~!” Thea huffs and no doubt rolls her eyes. Chk. The noble girl reloads her heavy crossbow. “That only increases my Endurance and Toughness. Neither of which help with thi–ihssnhhh~...!” She can’t keep from jumping a little as the sensitive nub of her clit is grabbed between finger and thumb.

A wide grin fills Krvavy’s face, her own breaths growing hotter and heavier as she relishes in the wet warmth clenching around her meaty tail. “Alright, if you say so~. Now, how about we try to hit it right in the middle this time~?”

“What – Hhhah~...!” The silver-blonde brat tilts her head and glares up at the barbarian as best she can. “What do you think I have been trying to do this whole time~?!” If it wasn’t for the need in her voice, that barely hidden lust, then she would have sounded genuinely insulted right there.

“Instead of looking beside the magazine, why not look beneath it~? There should be a bit of a gap between it and where the bolt is resting~.”

Thea scowls and... reluctantly does as her Draconic lover suggests, making sure to keep her face more than a safe distance away from that tightly corded string. She might not know the exact draw weight of her crossbow, but she knows that it is enough to really, really hurt if that string clips her.

Thnk! Twnng...!

The bolt vibrates slightly, a full third of its length buried into the woven vines that make up the target. It didn’t hit dead in the center, but it is about as close as the last one was. Which is still impressive considering how Krvavy is actively distracting the girl.

“Tha–ahHHT~!” The brat bucks her hips forwards, lewd liquids gushing out of her stuffed slit as the tail inside of her twists and writhes. Her slim chest rapidly rises and falls, repeatedly rubbing one of her nipples against the hand aggressively groping her soft titflesh while the other nipple very obviously pokes through her sundress. “That was – hahhh~! – just a coincidence~!”

“Was it now~?” Krvavy’s emerald eyes gleam as she openly teases her fiancée, going so far as to give the girl’s clit a light pinch. “Then go ahead, show me how well you can actually aim~...!”