The Ultimatum

Krvavy is still cuddled up together with her two girls long after the bowl of stew is finished off. They are each enjoying this in their own way.

Khalia is simply happy to get physical attention, pressing up against Krvavy’s side as the barbarian absentmindedly rubs her thigh. Beryl loves spending time near Krvavy, and is revelling in the chance to trail her fingers along the barbarian’s muscled body. And Krvavy herself is just savouring the moment, relaxing with two affectionate bundles of love at her sides.

After a few minutes of comforting quiet, Beryl gently speaks up. “Is there anythin’ else ya’d like ta do?”

“Hmm?” Krvavy hums back, not quite sure what the elf means.

“Ya know, ta fulfill yer desires.”

“Oh. Yeah, that.” The barbarian thinks for a moment. “Well... I want to get **** on the Duke and his Wizard. I want them dead. I’d like to kill them myself, but as long as they die...”

“Anythin’ else?”

“I’d also like to get stronger. Well, I definitely need to be stronger if I want to get **** on those two...”

“Is there anythin’ easier tha’ ya’d like ta do?” Beryl questions, clearly wanting to get Krvavy as much Divine Favour as quickly as she can.

“Well, I’m not sure if it is easier, but I do still want Khalia to get better.” Krvavy strokes the hair of her happy Orc. “This is an improvement, sure, but I still would rather her be a person over a pet.”

Beryl scrunches her eyebrows in thought. “Wha’ about yer Human? Tha’ noble brat? Ya gave her those choices, so why don’t ya ask fer her answer?”

“I guess I could.” Krvavy shrugs out. “But I’m pretty sure I know what she’ll pick.”

“Then go on!” The elf gives her a bit of a shove in the shoulder. “Go get ‘er answer! Ah’ll get started on trainin’ yer little puppy here, so don’t ya worry about ‘er!”

“Really? Shouldn’t we gi–”

“Oh go on already!” Beryl cuts Krvavy off. “Ya flipped ‘er whole world upside down, so go give ‘er a new purpose!”

Krvavy shakes her head lightly. She would rather let Thea come to terms with the possibility that her own fiancé had her kidnapped before harassing her with this. But unless Krvavy orders Beryl to drop it, the elf is going to keep bugging her...

So, with quite a bit of **** and a heavy sigh, the barbarian rises to her feet, having to pry Khalia from her side and push the Orc towards Beryl.

“Good luck, my dearest love~!” The tomboyish wood elf calls out as Krvavy heads on down to the hot springs.

Walking into the steamy mist, the barbarian checks each pool of water for her noble girl.

Thea is in the one furthest from the living area, completely naked with the little bit of lingerie that she has left strewn about on the ground. Her head is in her hands and her body is lightly shaking. Even with her back to Krvavy it is obvious that she is crying.

Quietly sighing out, Krvavy enters into the warm water and slowly makes her way towards the girl.

“You alright?” The barbarian gently asks.

“N-no! Now... g-go away!” Thea sobs out.

Ignoring the girl’s request, Krvavy sits down beside Thea and wraps an arm around her shoulder.

Thea doesn’t react to that, as she doesn’t even try pushing Krvavy away or berating the barbarian. Instead she slowly melts into Krvavy’s strong arms, resting her silver-blonde hair against the barbarians breasts.

Krvavy lets Thea cry for a while, just gently stroking her silken hair and trying to comfort the girl without words.

“Why...?” Thea weakly whimpers out after a few minutes.

Krvavy isn’t sure how to answer her, as she doesn’t know what exactly Thea is even asking, so she just remains silent.

“Why is this happening to me...?” The noble girl sadly questions. “What did I do to deserve this...?”

“Nothing.” Krvavy replies without thinking. “You didn’t do anything. Life is just cruel sometimes.”

Thea tenses. “That is rich coming from you...!” She forces out with a bit of fire in her voice, though still not sounding quite as adversarial as normal. “You are strong...! You do whatever you desire, not what other people want of you...!”

“I wasn’t always like this.” Krvavy calmly replies.

“Do not lie to me!” The noble girl nearly growls out, getting increasingly worked up. “Even as a child you would be a giant! Do not speak like you know what it is like to be powerless!”

The barbarian just sadly shakes her head. “When I was young I only had just one person who cared about me. My sister. And I lost her when I was less than half your age. Those who were supposed to protect us, keep us safe... They didn’t.”

Thea almost scoffs at that. “I do not care about the harsh lives of savages in the frozen north! They do not matter!”

Krvavy’s whole body tenses as she holds back the sudden anger. Grinding her teeth together and clenching her fists, the barbarian reminds herself that Thea doesn’t know about Leanna. The noble girl doesn’t know about her life outside of this game, this world.

Taking a deep breath, Krvavy continues in a slightly strained voice. “My own mother hated me. She hated her children. We were living proof of her wasted youth. And her... The men she brought home were often worse. I had to leave when I was a few years younger than you are right now.”

Thea is quiet for a bit, possibly trying to connect what Krvavy just said to what she knows of the barbarian, mainly her being the daughter of a chieftain.

After a few minutes of awkward silence and slightly uncomfortable cuddling, the bratty noble speaks up. “What do you want?” She critically asks, seemingly trying to change the topic. “I know that you came over here for a reason, so what do you want?”

Krvavy isn’t the happiest with her brat right now, so she no longer feels quite as bad forcing this decision onto Thea. “Remember the choices I gave you? I need your answer now.”

“W-what choices?” The bratty noble badly pretends that she doesn’t know what the barbarian is asking about.

“Rapebait, Fucktoy, or Loveslave.” Krvavy growls out. “Pick one.”

Thea purses her lips and glares up at the barbarian as best she can while held tightly in Krvavy’s arms. “I hardly have a choice in the matter, now do I?!” She vehemently breathes out.

“You know what happens if you don’t decide.”

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll be your loveslave!” Thea spits out, making that word sound like the vilest of insults.

“You’ll have to be able to act the part.” Krvavy dryly states.

“I KNOW!” The noble girl shouts out. “And I will! On one condition!”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow at that. “What makes you think that you can negotiate?”

“Because you want me to pick that!” Thea confidently declares. “If you did not care then you would not be giving me so many chances to decide! It is the only choice that requires my consent! You scheming savage! You weighed these so called ‘options’ so heavily as to **** me to willingly choose to be your... your loveslave!”

Narrowing her eyes, Krvavy glares back at the overly confident noble girl in her arms. Thea definitely looks like she is feeling smart right now, but it isn’t like Krvavy was being subtle with these choices. And the barbarian would be lying if she wasn’t curious what Thea wants in exchange. “What is your condition then?”

Thea smugly smirks. “If you want me to take on the role of someone who loves you, then we must do it realistically! It takes time to fall in love, so you must slowly woo me! And I will not give unrequited love! You must make an effort to keep me happy and comfortable! In return, I shall treat you as I would have treated my former betrothed: I will act proper and courteous, just as one would expect from a highborn wife, provided that you do the same! That is what I demand of you!”

Krvavy is intrigued. It is obvious to her that Thea is trying to stall and keep the status quo for as long as she can. Some of what she said is rather interesting though...

“So you want to be my wife, huh? You could have just asked.” Krvavy playfully responds, unable to resist the chance to tease the girl.

“W-what?! N-no! You vile fiend! Never! I...! I was just...!” Thea sputters out, her face flushing bright red as this seems to embarrass her far more than Krvavy expected. “Y-you...! Filthborne beast! Tha–!!”

Krvavy cuts the girl off with a gentle kiss, causing Thea’s eyes to open as wide as possible while her face somehow grow even redder. These last few moments have really raised Krvavy’s mood: the reactions of this bratty girl are just so adorable~!

Carefully cradling Thea’s chin, Krvavy pulls back. The noble brat is panting out, having to catch her breath despite the chasteness of the kiss. It was just lips against lips, no tongue at all, yet it seems to have robbed Thea of her words.

“I accept your conditions.” Krvavy says with a smile. “Now how about we consummate this relationship of ours~?”

That snaps Thea out of whatever thoughts were clouding her mind, at least partially. “WHAT?!” She shouts out in surprise. “But you...! All morning...! With the Orc...! A-and...! We...!?”

Even though she isn’t finishing those thoughts, Krvavy gets what the girl is trying to say. Krvavy wasn’t horny in the slightest when she came down here to talk to Thea. She was completely spent, and felt like she was done doing anything sexual for the day. But now...

Krvavy’s overly stiff rod twitches beneath the water, the tip just barely rubbing against Thea’s side. An immense amount of lust is burning deep in her chest. She needs relief, even though she shouldn’t after everything that happened this morning.

A realization suddenly enters the barbarian’s mind. That lust, that burning need, isn’t in her mind. It isn’t clouding up her thoughts. Oh, she is definitely thinking horny thoughts that she wouldn’t otherwise. But it is her that is thinking them. That simple thing brings immense joy to Krvavy. It is probably just because of how much she got off earlier, but that doesn’t change the fact that she can feel this way without losing control.

“I-I said that we should t-take it slow!” Thea nervously spits out, snapping Krvavy from her thoughts.

“Oh, my sweet little princess~!” Krvavy lovingly coos, almost overwhelmed by all these wonderful feelings filling her. “You said that you’d treat me like your betrothed~! That you would be my highborn wife~! We just had our kiss, so lets make this official~!”

“I-I-I-I-I-I!” Thea stutters out. The bratty noble is completely overwhelmed. She can hardly even get a single word out. And the fact that Krvavy has moved in to gently layer kisses along her neck only makes it harder for her.

Krvavy so desperately wants to lay Thea back and plow into her. To utterly dominate this brat. To claim her. Tame her. Right this instant Krvavy wants nothing more. But she is in control. And this is Thea’s first time, so it is only right that she makes it something special.

“Eeeek!” Thea squeaks out as Krvavy abruptly stands, scooping the noble girl up and into her arms.

Krvavy loves the hot springs, but this really isn’t the best place for Thea to lose her virginity. She is soft and delicate, so unless she stays on top... It is best if the barbarian brings her back to their bedding. They can even continue this teasing roleplay there, as that can be their marriage bed.

Stepping out of the water slightly hampers that idea. The two of them are dripping wet, having just been soaking in the hot spring water for quite a while. Luckily Thea seems to have brought a sheet down as a towel. Perfect.

Gently placing the noble girl on the ground, Krvavy grabs the towel and begins to forcibly dry them both. It isn’t the best at soaking up water, being just a sheet, but it works well enough.

“W-what are y-you doing?!” Thea sputters out, having recovered slightly while Krvavy manhandled her.

“Put these on, little princess~!” Krvavy ignores her question, instead opting to hand Thea’s stockings and garterbelt to her. The stockings are a bit worn down, with slight tears appearing all across them. But even though they aren’t pristine and are hardly even lingerie in the first place, just seeing them on this noble brat really gets Krvavy worked up.

Thea is almost panting out, her face still flushed bright red as she slips on the stockings. She reaches out for the rest of her underwear before Krvavy scoops her back up, causing the noble girl to squeal out once more. “H-hey! Wh–!?”

“You won’t be needing those in out marriage bed, my sweet little princess~!” Krvavy lustfully teases, pecking her brat on the lips.

Thea audibly gulps before stuttering out a whole bunch, unable to form even a single word.

Krvavy just smiles as she heads back up to their living area, her stiff cock bobbing in the air with each step.

She can hardly wait to fully make Thea hers.