Playing Some Board Games & Having A Chat

The softly glowing false-flesh of the magical sex toy quivers and vibrates gently as it glides up and down Krvavy’s length at a rather calm and relaxed pace.

Clack.

Vera’s pale pink eyes narrow hatefully as she moves a piece forwards across the board.

The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip and, after a moments thought, makes her own move.

“My, my~. You are quite good at remaining focused despite my distractions~.” Rina playfully teases, slipping her hand down from the golden band to give Krvavy’s cock a firm squeeze through the mana construct.

“To be fair...” Krvavy slowly exhales, keeping her tone as steady and even as she can. Her stiff cock twitches inside the slowly moving sextoy’s tight embrace. “You’re going easy on me.” She smiles wryly, glancing sideways at the Countess sitting next to her. The pink-skinned half-Elf is more or less completely naked, wearing just a pair of lacy black stockings clipped onto a garter belt. “Plus, you’re distracting Vera just about as much as you’re distracting me.”

The maid snaps her gaze away from Rina’s bare breasts, her brow furrowing as she glares at the Drakling. Her cheeks burn a pinkish-red as her gloved fingers finally grab onto a piece, hastily moving it one tile over.

Clack!

“So it would seem~.” Rina smiles, softly shaking her head as that piece immediately gets captured.

The albino quivers with rage as she carefully, very very carefully, looks over the entire board.

“Are you trying to make me lose focus, or...?”

“No,” the Countess casually replies, “I am simply treating your penis as my entertainment~. It is, after all, quite the curious thing. And the same can be said for these.” Her other hand reaches over, delicately cupping the Drakling’s hefty sack. Both of those virile orbs on their own are too large to comfortably fit in her elegant hand. “I suppose that is a result of my inexperience. Male genitalia in general is... foreign to me. At least those that are of real flesh and blood, and not mere toys.”

“Well... feel free to keep studying it then.” Krvavy nonchalantly shrugs. Her lips slowly curl upwards as a teasing twinkle enters her emerald eyes. “I’m definitely not going to complain if this is how you do that~.”

“Why thank you for the invitation~. So selfless and generous of you~.” Rina’s melodic voice is warm and friendly, even as she makes those playfully sarcastic comments. “You surely stand to gain nothing from allowing a Countess, whose hands have never touched an actual penis beyond your own, to explore this prodigious length in such a manner~.”

“Ha, yeah~. Absolutely nothing~!” The Drakling shudders as the insides of the lewd toy engulfing her dick shifts in shape, the slick and fairly smooth tunnel filling with little nubs and ringed lines. At the same time, her relatively huge and heavy sack is very gently squeezed. “Nothing, haah~, at all~!”

Clack!

The sound of a piece being rather forcefully moved across the checkered board goes almost completely ignored. It prompts Krvavy to move a piece of her own, but that is all.

“Would you like to hear some of my... observations~?” The Countess’ bare breasts squish into the Drakling’s arm, her soft voice dancing through the air as she all but whispers out her words. Her black painted lips brush against Krvavy’s pointed ear as she continues without even bothering to wait for a response. “Your length pulses, even if just faintly, with each and every beat of your heart~. The flared ridges that line it, so exotic and brutish in appearance, swell slightly but visibly as you grow more and more aroused~. My, I am almost tempted to activate a certain feature of this toy just so that I can feel them inside of me once more~... Oh, and we must not forget your heavy testes~. I can almost feel them producing your thick and undoubtedly virile seed~.”

Krvavy shudders, clumsily and thoughtlessly moving her pieces across the board as she listens to Rina’s seductive murmurs. Her bestial, clawed toes curl as the muscles in her arms go tense. The magical construct clinging so tightly to her stiff and swollen shaft undulates and vibrates, massaging and milking her ridged rod. “Haaahhnnh~...!” She pants out, a delicate thumb softly rubbing her hefty sack as it clenches up against her body.

The far end of the cylindrical pseudo-pussy toy bulges as a thick rope of creamy cum shoots out of the Drakling’s dick with the intensity of a geyser. The translucent glowing false-flesh can hardly contain that single spurt, stretched to its limits before bouncing back and forming a rounded globe-like shape.

White static tingles all around Krvavy. In her vision, in her mind, in her limbs. Pleasant waves of bliss wash over her like water at the beach. Steady, strong. But not too intense. Relaxing, calming even.

“My, my, my~...!” The Countess’ hot breath continues to gently caress Krvavy’s ear, along with her beautifully lewd and elegantly seductive whispered voice. “Even after last night, you still release so much~...! Truly impressive~...! My, what a stud you are~...! So strong, so virile, so –~...!”

“Check. Mate.” A sharp clack underlines Vera’s cold and icy tone.

The Countess’ delicate hands glide up the mana construct engulfing the Drakling’s twitching dick. She gently pinches her fingers down at the tip of that still-stiff shaft, separating the cum-filled orb from the motionless pseudo-pussy toy. “How was that for a distraction, my Draconic paramour~?” Her amethyst eyes twinkle with amusement as she places the seed-stuffed balloon aside.

“Haahhh~... It was fucking great~...” Krvavy’s shoulders slump as she leans back in her seat, taking a moment just to relax and enjoy the lingering bliss. “You really took it as a challenge when I said that you were going easy on me, huh~?”

“Perhaps~. Or maybe I simply wanted to help my dear maid win a round~?”

Vera’s pale pinkish-white lips press together into an adorable pout. Her faintly flushed cheeks burn a bit brighter as a warm and loving smile fills her Lady’s alluring and aristocratic face.

“You are surprisingly good at this game, Krvavy.” The Countess genuinely compliments. “Would you like to play me next?”

The Drakling shrugs. “Sure.” Even if she isn’t really into this chess-like game, it helps to pass the time. And it’s better than playing against this maid over and over and over again.

“Wonderful~.” Rina taps a finger against one of the four white gems that decorate the golden band of her magical toy. The mana construct’s false-flesh trembles and begins to slowly move once more, applying a gentle sucking pressure all along Krvavy’s colossal cock. “What~? It will not be a serious game, so we may as well have fun with it~.”

Vera derisively rolls her pale pink eyes.

“Now dear, I have not forgotten you~.” The Countess scoots along the couch, stopping roughly half way between her bodyguard and her maid. Her black painted lips twist upwards into an undeniably lewd smile. She subtly gestures downwards with her chin, legs spreading open as she rests at the very edge of her seat.

A deep red blush fills Vera’s face. She shoots Krvavy one last hateful glare before slipping down beneath the table.

Rina’s Elf-like ears wiggle happily, causing the pearl earrings representing the two moons to dance in the air. She lovingly pats the head of the girl kneeling down between her legs, taking Vera’s thick glasses and placing them onto the table. “If you do not mind,” she almost casually meets Krvavy’s gaze, “could we talk business while playing?”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow, pausing partway through resetting the board. “Depends on what you mean by that. But, yeah, I guess?”

“It is nothing serious. Just that you are my bodyguard on this trip and I can only guess as to your skills and abilities.” Remaining quite casual, the Countess aids Krvavy in putting the pieces back in their places, before unceremoniously making her opening move: she slides an ivory pawn forwards two tiles. “I will not pry if you do not wish, and will not scry you either, as your real job here is more for my entertainment than protection, but curiosity is curiosity. And, for good or ill, you have quite thoroughly caught my eye.”

“Oh, sure, yeah. I’m good with talking about that. As long as I can keep a few secrets, of course~.” The Drakling playfully winks, trying to make that comment seem more flirty and friendly instead of suspicious. She doesn’t exactly want to sit here and lie her ass off, but there are some things she really shouldn’t tell anyone. Like the fact that she is the Champion of a God.

“Of course, of course.” The Countess smiles and almost dismissively waves her hand. “I myself have many secrets that I wish to keep close to my heart. It would be hypocritical of me to demand complete transparency but refuse to be transparent myself. So that is no problem at all: do not feel compelled to answer any question you do not wish to.”

Krvavy idly nods, slowly and almost cautiously pushing ones of her own pawns forwards. “Alright. Ask away then.”

“To begin, I am curious as to what your Class is.”

“Oh.” Krvavy furrows her brow and frowns ever so slightly. “It’s probably not one you’ve ever heard of before, but... I’m a Spite-Fang. It’s a bit of a Drakling thing, I suppose? I used to be a Barbarian, which is a lot more straightforward, but... Really, being a Spite-Fang isn’t all that different. It’s pretty much the same, just with a bit more of a focus on using magic as well as, well, physical might.”

“My, that explains your axe then, yes~?” A warm and friendly smile plays at Rina’s painted lips as she makes that teasing comment. A soft click echoes out as she moves another piece across the checkered board. “A magic focused barbarian... How quaint~. And speaking of magic... What schools do you favour, and where do your affinities lie?”

“Well...” The Drakling trails off, staring intently at the checkered chess-like board in front of her. Most people can only cast a couple different types of magic, so being completely honest here risks outing the abnormally high – completely maxed out – affinities that she has due to her Divine Potential. “Believe it or not, but I’m actually best with Earth Magic.”

“Yes, I suspected as much. It would be rather mad to use a School of magic that you are hardly adept with to carve out a home from solid stone.” Rina’s replies in a steady and utterly casual tone, despite the fact that she is currently being eaten out by her maid. Really, if it wasn’t for the white-haired head subtly moving between her thighs, then there would be absolutely no way to tell that she is even doing anything so lewd.

Krvavy’s cock throbs within the magical massaging toy’s tight fuckhole. Just how often does the Countess do this sort of thing? Does this regal and dignified noblewoman usually do paperwork while getting eaten out by her beautiful, if a bit too bratty, maid?

“Yeah, uhm...” The Drakling gently shakes her head, pushing those distracting thoughts aside as her cheeks flush slightly. “My affinity for Earth Magic is high enough that it kind of bleeds over into Nature Magic. Hence why I wear this,” she gestures to the leafy bracelet on her left wrist. “Well, it was also a gift from Beryl.”

“Is it enchanted in some manner?” The pink-skinned half-Elf curiously raises a single delicate eyebrow, looking at the woven band of twigs and vines in a new light.

“Nope. Not at all. As far as I’m aware, it’s literally just a normal, completely mundane plant.” Krvavy replies with a smile, brushing her thumb over the mildly mossy thing. “It’s just easier to grow something out of an existing plant then, well, out of nothing. I guess that having this little shortcut here shows just how ‘skilled’ I am with this stuff~.”

“I see. Sometimes the truth is in plain side, residing within the easier and far more boring answer.” Rina lightly shakes her head, genuinely looking a little disappointed by that. “And what of Beast Magic? Did you learn Calm Creature purely out of necessity?” Another piece softly clacks as it is moved across the board. Rina hardly seems to be paying any attention at all to the game, focused more on the conversation and Krvavy’s answers.

“More or less, yeah.” Krvavy shrugs and captures one of Rina’s ivory knights. “And other than a bit of Fire Magic – mostly just to breathe out flames. You know, stereotypical dragon stuff~ – that’s pretty much it.” None of the other kinds of magic that she can cast are really important enough to mention, and she is definitely not going to admit to using Blood Magic. For obvious reasons. “What about you?”

“You wish to know of my magical affinities?” Motes of cold, purple flames suddenly spark to life around the table. Those violet embers dance and sway in the air as all other light fades away, leaving the inside of this carriage utterly dark and oppressive. A crown of purple fire bursts into being above the Countess’ head, making her dark raven hair glimmer and shine. “My, those are state secrets, you know~?”

The Drakling can’t help but shudder at that display of power. Though to say that she is intimidated wouldn’t be entirely accurate. Sure, she can feel something pressing against her Composure, trying to get her to freeze up and cower, but... Honestly, this show of power is more arousing than anything.

The soft, purple light dancing across Rina’s bright and vibrantly coloured skin... The gentle swaying of her long hair from a nonexistent breeze... The literal glow of her intense amethyst eyes... The husky, almost seductive tone she spoke in...

“In all seriousness...” The darkness and accompanying oppressive pressure lifts in an instant. The purple flames flicker out of existence one by one. “I am most adept with Arcane Magic.” Rina plainly states, holding a finger up as a small violet sphere of glowing mana appears at its tip. “And my heritage affords me a decent affinity for Shadow Magic as well.” Wisps of solid black curl around the small orb, snuffing out its light.

“Huh.” Krvavy blinks, honestly feeling a little surprised by how completely unsurprising that is. “I feel like I really should have guessed as much.”

“Perhaps~.” The half-Elf woman smiles playfully. She twitches slightly, almost imperceptibly, breathing just a little heavier due to the ministrations of the maid between her thighs. “I dabble in other varieties of magic as well, but none to as serious a degree as I do with Arcane. It is an immensely versatile school. And an immensely complicated one. Though, much to my displeasure, I hardly have the time to practice my magics, let alone to study and learn more... So do forgive me for taking this opportunity to flex my arcane might. Dramatizing what would otherwise be mundane moments is half the reason I had even bothered to learn Shadow Magic, even with my affinity for it~.”

“Honestly, I’d probably do the same.” Krvavy admits, gently shaking her head. “What’s the other half though?”

“Convenience, security, necessity. Whatever you may call it depends entirely on your point of view.” Rina responds, idly moving a piece across the board. Her black painted lips part for an almost imperceptible gasp as she reaches down and lovingly pats her albino maid on the head. “It... is a school focused around obfuscation. And that is, unfortunately, quite useful in dealing with the social dance that is high society life... I cannot stress enough just how advantageous it is to be able to separate sound and have a truly private conversation with someone, even whilst in the middle of a crowd.”

The Drakling nods. “Makes sense.” Krvavy isn’t focusing entirely on the game in front of her, but she is clearly paying more attention to it than Rina. She moves an ebony knight forwards, capturing an ivory mage, and –

“Checkmate~.”

Krvavy blinks in surprise as the Countess calmly slides a bishop into a spot that none of her pieces can reach, and where it has direct access to her king. Which in turn has nowhere to go that wouldn’t get it immediately captured...

“I must apologize for being so underhanded~.” Rina’s amethyst eyes gleam with amusement as she leans forwards, resting her chin on an elegant hand. “Sacrificing pieces just to lure you into a false sense of security is far, far dirtier than I usually play~. But I thought that it would be fun~.” Her melodic voice dances with an undercurrent of lust and seduction. “Plus, it allowed me to test your skills~.”

Krvavy’s heart flutters, cock twitching within the tight massaging embrace of the lewd toy still skewered on her shaft. She weakly bites the inside of her cheek, struggling to not gaze down into the captivating sight of the Countess cleavage, which is almost certainly intentionally being put on full display. “Well... How’d I do~...?”

“Despite your loss, I am fairly impressed~.” Rina warmly praises, reaching her other hand out and gently brushing her dainty fingers over the barbarian’s cheek. “You have a firm grasp of tactics, avoiding nearly all of the traps I set and never needlessly sacrificing a piece, as I did~. Though you were not perfect, missing a few weak spots – such as the one that ended our game – and neglecting the overall grand strategy, to a degree~. Still, you played wonderfully, my Draconic paramour, especially since you were distracted all the while~.”

Krvavy shudders slightly, almost feeling sad as Rina’s soft fingertips pull away from her face. She is, once again, reminded of just how dangerous this beautiful, oh so very beautiful, noblewoman is.

“Would you like to go another round~?” Innuendo drips from Rina’s undeniably seductive tone, almost as if she isn’t talking about the chess-like game that they just played... “Or would you like to try something new~? You must be growing bored of this one, what with how you and Vera spent all of yesterday playing it together~.”

Heat wells up within the barbarian’s body. The magical construct clinging to her cock isn’t nearly intense enough to get her off, but it is still fanning the flames of her lust. And without the mildly professional conversation to distract herself with...

“Have you played backgammon before~? Or would you prefer a miniature wargame~? I suspect that would be more interesting to you~.” The pink-skinned half-Elf slowly leans back and away from the table. Her vibrant breasts rise and fall with her heavy breaths, betraying the depth of her arousal. Her playful, half-lidded eyes seem to stare directly into Krvavy’s soul. “We should have time for a full game before lunch rolls around~. So, how about it~?”

“I~...” Krvavy takes a long, deep breath. Her fingers dig into the magically projected false-flesh, squeezing that translucent and glowing construct around her cock.

“What is the matter~? Cat got your tongue~?” Rina openly teases, stretching her arms straight above her head. Her stunningly perfect tits hypnotically bounce and jiggle from that movement. “Alright, I will give you a minute to think~.”

Without anymore warning than that, the Countess reaches down and pulls Vera upwards. The clothed maid, her normally pale face flushed an intense red, shudders as she lets herself be treated like a doll. Vera’s chin and cheeks glisten with her Lady’s lewd liquids. “Hhhmh~...!” The bratty albino softly moans out as her soft, pinkish-white lips are claimed by the Countess.

A delicate, pink-skinned hand with manicured nails painted black trails up the maid’s back, glancing over the frills that decorate her venerable uniform. She shudders and quietly moans into her Lady’s mouth as those dainty fingers dance across the thin strip of skin visible above the lacy collar of her dignified dress, playing with the roots of her snow-white hair and threatening to loosen her professionally neat bun.

Krvavy abruptly shakes her head, snapping out of the daze that this wonderful sight left her in. Her cock throbs as she lazily moves the pseudo-pussy toy up and down, slowly fucking its tight and massaging hole.

“Hhaah~!” Vera gasps as her head is almost roughly pulled back, leaving her hazy pink eyes gazing straight up at the ceiling.

“Well~?” Rina calmly asks, confidently meeting Krvavy’s gaze.

The barbarian audibly gulps. “We can... we can try a wargame, I guess~...?”

“Splendid~. Vera, be a doll and get that ready for us~.”

The lust-addled maid doesn’t immediately respond, remaining where she is half on top of the Countess. Her flushed face scrunches unhappily as she processes that order. Her black-smudged lips twist into a bratty pout.

“Go on, dear~.” Rina gives her personal maid an encouraging pat on the ass, hand lingering on the girl’s covered ass a little too long to be proper. “Do not keep us waiting~.”

Vera silently sighs as she slips out of her Lady’s lap. She shoots Krvavy a squinted glare as she snatches her glasses up off of the table. With hardly a single noise, she quickly returns the chess-like game back to its box and all but storms off.

“She is just so adorable, yes~?” A slight thump accompanies the noblewoman’s teasing question, making it obvious that Vera heard her despite being in the next room over. “Now, it will take a few minutes to set everything up, so~... How do you feel about dealing with our shared problem~?”

The Countess’ beautiful body presses back against the barbarian’s side. Her graceful hands gently grab at the glowing pseudo-pussy toy. A single thumb brushes over one of the gems that decorate its golden band, causing it and the three others to all flash in unison.