Marks of Love ♥

“Eeeeeiieehhhhnnh~...!” Adeline’s bottom-heavy body quivers and shakes, her flat chest heaving with each unsteady breath that she takes. Her big hazel eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, stare down at the stiff shaft sticking out from between her thick, trembling thighs. “Hhhhiieeeeehhnnhh~...!”

“Shhh, sweetie~...” The Dryad’s caramel coloured cheek squishes into the barbarian’s bosom as she lazily cuddles up against her cross legged lover’s side, hugging the strong arm strewn over her shoulders. “Shhhh, it’s alright~...” She gently massages the timid blonde’s perfectly plush thigh, though her kneading fingers aren’t exactly helping the Halfling calm down... She is groping the girl more for her own satisfaction and amusement than anything else. “Shh~...”

“Mmm...” A vast expanse of pleasantly firm titflesh gradually engulfs Krvavy’s cock. “Mm...” Another thoughtful hum accompanies the first as Inanna leans even further forwards, thoroughly invading Adeline’s personal space.

“Eeei–mmph~!” The timid blonde’s surprised squeak is immediately muffled by a kiss. One that doesn’t last nearly as long as she’d like. “Hhheeie~...! P-ple–~!”

A lone finger, stout and grey-skinned, presses atop the Halfling’s lips. Adeline immediately takes it into her mouth, suckling on it with an almost **** need. That doesn’t exactly silence her, but... it does quiet her down quite a bit.

Inanna raises a single thick eyebrow, before shrugging dismissively. A faint bit of colour tinges her dark-grey cheeks as she lets the bunny-mouse girl suck and nibble on her finger. “Adeline has, without a doubt, completely succumbed to her heat once more.” The Dwarf plainly points out what is incredibly obvious to everyone around. “She withstood it for longer than I expected.”

“Aye, this sweetie ‘eld out as best she could~...” Beryl quietly praises the adorable girl, love and affection oozing from her voice. She gives the Halfling’s pillowy thigh a light pat, drawing out a muffled moan. “But it seemed tha’ my deflowerin’ was a bit too much fer ‘er ta ‘andle~...”

The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes turn towards the Dryad. Or, more specifically, her intense gaze turns towards Beryl’s lower belly. Where the womb tattoo continues to glow.

A wide and joyous smile – that also happens to be more than just a little smug – fills the face of the second woman to become Krvavy’s fiancée. “Do ya like it~?” She warmly asks, moving her Draconic lover’s arm ever so slightly to the side, baring her lewd mark for all to see.

Though ‘all’ in this case is just Inanna.

“Mm.” The grey-skinned Dwarf hums and straightens back up, being kind enough to let Adeline keep hold of her finger even as the warmth of her titanic tits pulls away from Krvavy’s sizable shaft. “What exactly is it?”

The tanned tomboy trembles in joy as she delicately touches her shimmering womb tattoo. “A gift from our dearest love~...” Beryl’s answer comes in the form of a cryptic coo, fingertips trailing along the swirling vine-like lines glowing through her skin. “My plan worked better than Ah could ‘ave ever expected~...”

Inanna simply stares at the shameless Dryad, meeting the black pools of Beryl’s inhuman eyes. After a moment, she shrugs. “My Ushumgal.” Her other hand reaches up to gently but insistently tap the distracted Drakling on the cheek.

“Mmwhhm~?” The barbarian blearily blinks, glancing to the side and looking towards the grey-skinned shortstack as best she can without letting her lips leave those of the first woman to become her fiancée. “Mmhwwphm~...” A faint bit of disappointment underlines that moan. The subtle bulge in Thea’s throat disappears as the Drakling’s perversely long tongue slowly retreats. “Yhheah~...?”

The Dwarf is utterly unbothered by her love’s slurred and slightly phlegmy voice. “What did you gain from our earlier activities?” She curiously asks, keeping her hand held up to caress Krvavy’s cheek. “How much favour did you earn? And did you level up, with the help of Superior Stud?”

“Hhaahhh~...!” Thea slumps into the barbarian’s side, all but going limp as she nuzzles into the crook of Krvavy’s arm. “Hhmphh~...” The last bit of her energy goes into that bratty huff, drawn past her pouty lips as a pair of big green-skinned breasts squish into her.

Like a true scavenging hyena, Khalia quickly claims the spot that Thea left open, sandwiching the silver-blonde brat against her Mate. “Rrrghhnh...” She presses her plump lips together and visibly pouts over not having gotten a kiss herself. But, being the good girl that she is, Khalia knows better than to push that ‘issue’.

She’ll be rewarded for her patience later, no doubt.

“Uhhh...” It takes a few long seconds for Krvavy’s mind to absorb and process her Dwarf’s words. She turns her attention towards her neglected notifications, bringing them into focus.

Level Up! You have reached Level 29. As a Drakling blessed by a divine power, you have 6 attribute points to allocate and have gained +2 to Might & Toughness. If not allocated by the time you fall asleep, it will be done automatically.

+2 Divine Favour, for growing in strength.

“Yeah...” Krvavy slowly nods. “I’ve levelled up.” Rather absentmindedly, she allocates her stat points. Five go into Willpower, bringing it up to forty, and one into Endurance, bringing it to thirty-one. A couple more levels and she’ll get the next Willpower milestone trait...

The Dwarf’s thumb brushes over the small patch of scales atop Krvavy’s cheekbone, before her hand begins to slowly and almost reluctantly lower back down. “Anything else?”

+3 Divine Favour, for claiming this Dryad as your own.

“Mm.” Inanna’s thick brow furrows as that is read aloud for her. “You received a near identical notification, with ‘Dwarf’ in place of ‘Dryad’, when you first coated my breasts in your seed, claiming me. How peculiar that you are only now receiving this for Beryl...”

“Tha’ is when ya started callin’ our dearest love yer... yer ‘Ushumgal’,” the former Wood Elf puts extra care into properly pronouncing that Dwarven word, a reverent title for their shared love. “Aye?”

The shortstack softly shakes her head. “No. That came later. When I swore myself to Krvavy... in exchange for her purchasing the first of our Ore Seeds...” Her dark-grey lips twist downwards as she realizes how... transactional... that makes her sound.

“Well... ya Dwarves are rather reliable, stickin’ ta wha’ ya say. So maybe the fact tha’ ya let yerself be claimed was enough fer... our dearest love’s Patron?” Beryl cocks her head, gently bumping her branch-like antlers into the barbarian’s body.

Much like Krvavy, Beryl isn’t quite sure who or what is providing these points. Is it just an automated part of the system, or an ever-watching God?

“As fer my people...” The Dryad’s tone grows slightly sheepish as she continues on. “We... we Elves’re a bit more mercurial... Flighty and fickle... Wood Elves especially... But...!” Her verdant lips spread into a smile, her confidence returning with it. “Now tha’ Ah ‘ave reshaped myself fer my dearest love no one can doubt ‘er claim on me~. Regardless o’ wha’ the future ‘olds, Ah am ‘ers~! Totally and wholly~! Body and mind~! Heart and soul~!”

Inanna nods, satisfied with that answer. Her hand – the one not being nibbled on by a certain bunny-mouse girl – casually comes to rest on one of Krvavy’s crossed calves.

“Mnnnhhehp~!” Adeline squeaks as the Drakling’s dick throbs between her thighs. The heat-addled Halfling trembles and shakes as she rises up slightly, all but kneeling in the valley of Krvavy’s lap. With unpracticed innocence, she begins to unsteadily rub her needy little pussy against the ridges that line that rigid rod. “Mhhhheehmhp~!”

The ever-diligent Dwarf is utterly unbothered by the sheer lewdness occurring before her. She doesn’t even seem to mind the colossal cock being pointed at her like a gun. Though she isn’t indifferent to it either, not if the slowly but steadily growing blush colouring her cheeks is anything to go by. “Mm... If we could figure out how to get these ‘claims’ to trigger...”

“Already thinkin’ o’ ways fer our dearest love ta earn more favour~?” The tanned tomboy teases, lifting her hand up from Adeline’s thigh and... sinking her fingers into the Dwarf’s titanic tit. “Efficient~!” She laughs, pressing her palm into Inanna’s plump nipple, unable to completely cover the dark-grey colour of its expansive areola. “But maybe let ‘er finish readin’ out those notifications o’ ‘ers first, because there is still at least one more there, aye~?”

The barbarian blankly blinks as she glances down to meet Beryl’s expectant and excited gaze.

“Am Ah wrong~?” The prideful Dryad’s smug smile and even more arrogant tone makes it quite clear that she knows that she is right. As does the lively and loving gleam in her eyes.

And her certainty isn’t actually much of a surprise. Not when Krvavy sees what the next notification is, at least.

+6 Divine Favour, for forming a symbiosis of souls with Beryl.
New trait gained: Mark of Draconic Dominance.

Would you like the Mark of Draconic Dominance to be [Commensalistic] or [Mutualistic]?

“Uhhh...” Krvavy’s mind lags, struggling to take in those popups and their... implications. She hardly even registers the pleasure coursing through her cock as Adeline shudders atop it.

“My Ushumgal?” Inanna’s intense, copper-orange gaze pierces into the thoroughly dazed Drakling, her tone soft but insistent. “Would you care to read it out for us?” In stark contrast to the shuffling and squirming Dryad, who is struggling to sit still, she remains relatively composed. Even with the nimble fingers kneading her titanic tit.

And so Krvavy does as her favourite shortstack suggests.

The Dwarf’s dense brow shoots up, and quickly furrows back together. “Interesting... Could you repeat the options to me in my native tongue? To ensure that I understand entirely what it is asking.”

Again, Krvavy does as her Dwarf asks, slowly snapping out of the slight stupor she found herself in.

“Mm... I see...”

“Do ya~?” The touchy tomboy trembles as her fondling grows ever more forceful, twisting and tweaking Inanna’s thick teat, focusing her near-frenzied molestation on just that ‘small’ portion of the shortstack’s massive mountain of titflesh. “Do ya~?!” Her own much more modest mounds, so alluringly pert and perky, rise and fall at an increasingly rapid pace as she repeats that question. “Do ya see it~?! Haahh~! Ah~...! Ah ‘ave~...! Hhha~! A piece o’ our dearest love’s soul~! In me~! Truly~! More than before~! More than tha’ tiny bit o’ ‘er essence~! More than~! HHhhh~! Just a bit tha’ rubbed off on me~! Haahah~! Ah ‘ave ‘er~! A part o’ ‘er~! As a part o’ me~! Hhahhhah~! Melded~! Merged~! Hhhhh hhh~! We’re~! As one~!”

Despite maybe not needing to breathe – that still isn’t entirely clear – the dangerously deranged Dryad nevertheless finds herself hyperventilating. Tears of pure joy trail down her green-tinged cheeks. An utterly crazed and overwhelmingly obsessed smile plays at her lips and tugs at the corners of her eyes, her nearly hidden iris’ glowing amongst the dark. Beautiful. And unnerving.

Inanna looks ever so slightly concerned. Though that is probably more due to the Dryad’s fingers so roughly digging into her titanic tit than anything else. Wincing just a little, she raises her free hand up and delicately pries said fingers away from her nipple, exhaling softly as she succeeds.

“Hhhhah~!” The unhinged Elf shudders and gasps as the arm strewn over her shoulder shifts. “Hhhh~!” One of her own perky tits is palmed and groped. Which seems to be just a little more than she can handle. The lewd mark on her lower belly briefly grows brighter as her hips buck forwards. “Hhhnaaooooo~!” Lewd liquids gush from her slit, dislodging the leaf that was covering her up and keeping Krvavy’s creamy cum from leaking free.

“Wuhhf~!” Khalia immediately perks up, reaching an arm around Adeline and squishing Thea even further so that she can steal some of that spilled seed for herself.

“Nhhooooohhhh~...!” Beryl softly wails, unable to stop the thieving Were-Beast. Maybe if Khalia’s paw-like hand didn’t rub against her sloppy slit while scooping up as much sticky seed as she can get... “Hhhhhnoooo-oohh~...!” As is, she is left helplessly trembling beneath that horny hyena’s hungry, and completely unintentional, ****.

The Dwarf lightly shakes her head, voluminous mass of coal-black hair bobbing with the slight motion. She has acclimatized so well to this degenerate lifestyle that a woman cumming mid conversation, and then ‘fighting’ with another over some real cum, is hardly anything to be bothered by. Granted, she has always been rather... composed. More so than her Composure would imply. “Do you know which option you would like to choose?” Inanna’s attention turns back to the Drakling, a tinge of curiosity underlining her otherwise neutral tone.

Krvavy simply bites her bottom lip. The fact that she has a heat-addled Halfling frantically grinding atop her length... As well as a naked and needy Were-Beast leaning across her, squishing her first fiancée against her side while hungrily devouring her cum from the cunt of her second fiancée... Not to mention the pair of giant grey-skinned globes directly in front of her, even if that captivating view is a little obstructed... Well, none of that is really helping her stay focused.

“Both refer to types of symbiosis.” The busty shortstack takes advantage her Draconic lover’s silence, using that opportunity to explain what she knows. “Commensalistic symbiosis benefits only one side, though the other is neither hindered nor harmed by the relationship. In this case, you are almost certainly the one to receive said benefit. The name of your ‘mark’ makes that quite clear. Mutualistic symbiosis instead provides an advantage to all involved. Though I would expect that the benefit gained from it would be less than if it were commensalistic, on account of it not being entirely focused within you.”

That is really all Krvavy needs to hear. She wants to grow more powerful, yes, but not at the expense of her girls. If they can grow with her...

“Mm.” The Dwarf tilts her head ever so slightly, seeing something in her love’s expression. “Mutualistic then?”

“Yeah~...” Krvavy softly exhales, cock throbbing with need. The wet heat and trembling thighs surrounding her shaft feels amazing, but... that isn’t quite enough to make her cum. If only she could take Adeline the same way she took Beryl...

Without needing to be prompted – at least not by anything more than Inanna’s inquisitive gaze – Krvavy reads out her newest trait, if a bit absentmindedly.

Mark of Draconic Dominance: The seeds of your soul have grown, forming a strong and reciprocal bond with the essence of one other being(s). This bond has manifested as a mark upon your body, the visibility of which can be freely adjusted. Receive both a boon and bonus attributes for each individual who bears a mark bound to your own, the specifics of which relates to the strengths and characteristics of their own souls.
–> Beryl: You exude a natural aura of fauna and flora, which provides +10% Disease & Poison Resistance to yourself and nearby allies. Gain 5% of Beryl’s Base Dexterity & Perception, along with +0.5 to both attributes for each level you have.

“Mm...!” Inanna’s copper-orange eyes almost glow with excitement. “That is more potent than I expected...! And to think that you will one day get such a boon for each of us...!” Her expression shifts as thoughts and theories race through her mind. Simple curiosity wins out. “Is your mark in the same location as Beryl’s is? And is it of a similar appearance?”

Those questions aren’t easily answered. Not with Adeline and Khalia in the way.

“Rrrghmmnh!” The Were-Beast muffles her own growl as she shoves some cum past her plump lips, scowling but not resisting as she is dragged back to her side of the Drakling. She got her treat, after all, even if she would absolutely love to have some more.

Thea softly inhales, finding herself able to breathe much easier now that she isn’t being squished quite so much. She can nap in relative peace now.

“Hheeeieep~!” Adeline jumps a little, rising off the top of Krvavy’s cock as her mouth opens in surprise, unintentionally freeing Inanna’s hand. “Eeeeeiieeie~!” Her bottom-heavy body bucks and convulses as lewd liquids squirt from her swollen slit. “Eeeeiehhhnh~...!” The Halfling’s warbling squeaks quiet down a little as she topples forwards, landing face-first in the Dwarf’s titanic tits, soft belly pressing into Krvavy’s cockhead.

How convenient. She just did all of that on her own. Though no longer being pinned in place by Khalia probably helped...

“Mhm.” Inanna simply hums and nods. Her intense gaze is focused downwards, staring at the barbarian’s lower belly. At the base of Krvavy’s cock and, from this Dwarf’s perspective, just above the proportionally large swell of Adeline’s trembling ass is another magical mark.

But not a womb tattoo.

At least not in shape. Not like the utterly unsubtle one that Beryl now bears, the flowing vine-like lines of which vaguely and stylistically depicts what lies within that part of her body.

“Interesting...” The busty shortstack reaches out a hand. Her fingers, still wet with the Halfling’s saliva, trace over the solid black lines that now decorate Krvavy’s pale white skin. “It is clearly styled after your horns... And it is far simpler in design as well...” She idly states what is obvious even to Krvavy’s upside-down gaze.

The mark that the barbarian herself now bears does indeed look like her horns. All four of them, viewed from the front. The curved lower pair almost point towards the Drakling’s dick before turning inwards, as if framing the root of that inhumanly ridged rod, while the more prominently displayed upper pair point somewhere between her bellybutton and the lines of her hips. In the center of it all, where her face should be, is instead a heart. Simple and plain.

It isn’t glowing or shimmering at all. If this mark hadn’t just suddenly appeared, then it would be more or less indistinguishable from an ordinary and completely mundane tattoo. Perhaps the lines are a bit of a darker black than natural inked skin would be...?

That it only takes a thought to make it fade and disappear, then another for it to return, betrays this mark’s far from mundane nature.

“Mmm...” The Dwarf’s thumb glides along one of the outlined upper horns, following it all the way to the tip. Perhaps getting a little distracted, her touch trails away from that tattoo, idly admiring her lover’s firm and well-defined abs. In doing so, she leans even further forwards, utterly engulfing Adeline in the embrace of her bountiful breasts.

Much to the joy of that quivering bunny-mouse girl, if the wiggling of her rear and the twitching of her fur-tipped tail is anything to go by. Her eager trembling sends tremors of pleasure through the dick she is all but laying atop of.

Inanna’s hand pulls away from Krvavy’s wonderfully muscled midsection, coming to rest atop the Halfling’s back. She rather loosely hugs that adorable blonde. “I wonder why it is so simplistic? Comparatively speaki–”

“Mhy dheearesht lhoove~!” Beryl suddenly jolts upright, slurred voice raised into a pleasured and euphoric shout, warbling enough to make it quite clear that she hasn’t exactly recovered from her obsessively triggered orgasm. “Mwwaaahmphh~!” She all but throws herself at the barbarian, dexterous hands desperately grabbing at and clinging onto Krvavy’s cheeks as she passionately and forcefully mashes lips with her Draconic lover.

“Rrghmph...!” A sound somewhere between a pouty huff and a grumpy growl emerges from the Were-Beast, drawn out by the sight of that overly excited smooching. Her amber-gold eyes narrow. “Rrmmmmnh...” She rakes her hungry gaze across the gathered girls, as if looking for her next meal.

Thea’s basically **** body doesn’t catch Khalia’s interest. Nor does the thoroughly smothered and constantly shuddering Halfling. Inanna’s dark-grey lips on the other hand... The dangerous predator slowly grins and –

“Awwa~!” A surprised yelp, full of joy and lust, is squeezed past this precious puppy’s plump lips as her Mate’s strong fingers dig into her green-skinned tit. “Wuu-uuuhf~!” She happily wiggles and squirms as her nipple is pinched and tweaked. That instinctively provided attention calms her down quite a bit, making her melt back against her Mate’s side.

Which is a little unfortunate for Thea. That silver-blonde noble is once again sandwiched between the buff bodies of barbarian and Were-Beast. And it doesn’t help that Khalia is in a rather gropey mood too... Well, at least that beautiful brat doesn’t have the energy to complain.

“Mwah~! Mmmwah~! Mwahhh~!” With great difficulty, the Dryad pulls back from her Draconic lover. Though not before planting a few more brief kisses. “Mwaah~! My dearesht lovhe~!” She trembles and shudders and shakes, her expression lit up with reverence and a frankly deranged amount of glee. “Ya’ve givehn me anotherrh gifft~!”

That piques Inanna’s interest. “What boon has our love’s mutualistic mark given you?” Her stout hand stops idly moving around, coming to rest atop Adeline’s head as she intently awaits an answer.

Which comes quite quickly.

“A divine blessin’~!” Beryl brightly beams, sounding just a little more sane and steady. “One o’ ‘ers~!” Her arms and legs wrap around Krvavy in an incredibly clingy hug. “O’ my choice~!”

The grey-skinned shortstack’s thick brow raises up rather high. “You... get to pick one of our... of our love’s divine blessings... to take as your own...?” Disbelief tinges the Dwarf’s no longer neutral tone. Not that she doesn’t trust this Dryad, but because of how absurd that claim is.

Thnk, thnk, thnk, thnk, thnk, thnk, thnk!

A single one of Beryl’s branch-like antlers repeatedly knocks against Krvavy’s lower left horn as she very vigorously nods her head.

Inanna seems to be having some difficulties processing this. “Any... of her... blessings...?”

“Aye~!” Beryl excitedly answers, squishing her cheek against that of her Draconic lover in a blatant disregard of personal space. “All o’ the ones tha’ start wit’ ‘blessed by a divine power’ are listed ‘ere~! Plus both Libidinous Lifestyle and Touch o’ the Ancients~! Guess it was ‘er Patron tha’ gave those two ta ‘er? Ach, either way... It is tha’ last one tha’ Ah want most~!”

The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes go wide. “Wai–!”

“Nhhhh~!” “Hhhha~!” Both Drakling and Dryad gasp in unison, almost as if they had both been gently zapped by Thea’s lewd magics.

A gentle, green light pulses through the pale skin of Krvavy’s pelvis. Two new lines appear on her mark, hugging the bottom of the outlined heart in its very center. Symmetrical and the same shade as the darkest parts of Beryl’s vine-like womb tattoo. A bluish flower, its petals held together like those of a rose, sprouts from both of those new lines, forcing them to twist to the side before loosely curling into themselves.

Authors Note: Here is what Krvavy’s mark (with Beryl’s ‘addition’) looks like, and here it is on her.

Inanna pinches the bridge of her nose, looking beyond frustrated. “Such a hasty decision...” She mourns. “And for the one trait that carries drawbacks...”

Beryl shudders and trembles as she nuzzles her face into Krvavy’s own. “It~... hha~... fits me best~...! And it isn’t so bad~...! It’s not the whole blessin’... Only a ‘partial copy’ containin’ just a ‘portion o’ its power’... So the drawbacks are much weaker, and... and really not tha’ bad...”

“Still, some patience would hav–”

“Ach,” the Dryad lightly shakes her head. Or at least she tries to. Her branch-like antler is kind of locked against Krvavy’s horn. “Naturists Blessin’ is the only other one Ah’d truly consider. And it isn’t quite as useful ta me as Touch o’ the Ancients. Because all o’ the magic tha’ Ah do is ‘natural’. All tha’ Ah am, my very bein’ and entire existence, is the result o’ ‘natural magics’. So strengthenin’ tha’ trumps merely gettin’ some true defence, no matter ‘ow amazin’ tha’ is...”

Inanna’s brow furrows, knitting together as her lips press into a relatively thin line. She clearly sees Beryl’s logic, but that doesn’t mean she thinks it was wise to just jump ahead and make that decision without even slightly discussing it first.

“Don’t ya look so sour~,” a playfully teasing tone reenters the tanned tomboy’s voice. Her iris’ glow amongst the black pools of her sclera as she stares down at the Dwarf, green lips curling into an almost maniacal smile. “Wouldn’t ya rather sate tha’ boundless curiosity o’ yers~? Go on, read fer yerself wha’ gifts Ah ‘ave been given~!” Her intense gaze snaps towards Krvavy. “Ya too, my dearest love~!”

“You levelled up.” The barbarian absentmindedly states, raking her gaze across that stat sheet.

“Aye, all thanks ta ya~.” Beryl lovingly coos, planting a soft kiss on Krvavy’s cheek. “Ah put two o’ the points inta Rationality, gettin’ its milestone trait, and the other inta Guile. Once tha’ is twenty-five... Ah’ll start focusin’ on Allure. Ya won’t be able ta keep yer eyes or ‘ands off o’ me~!”

Romantic Rationality I: Increases Rationality by 2.5%, slightly strengthens the effect it has on Total Mana, greatly strengthens the effect it has on Mana Regeneration, and improves instinctive knowledge on how to best seduce others. Associated attribute = Rationality.

That... is much like Krvavy’s own Rationality milestone trait. Just for seduction instead of pleasure. Which... is not something this former Wood Elf needs help with. Not when it comes to Krvavy, at least. So boosting that skill of hers, even if just by a little, is quite... dangerous.

A predatory gleam fills the Dryad’s glowing eyes, as if she can hear her lover’s thoughts.

“Mm. You do appear to have only received a portion of the power that Touch of the Ancients affords our love.” Inanna idly points out, far more focused on the information in front of her than Krvavy is. “The rate that your Health regenerates at appears to have increased by approximately twenty-five percent. Your Total Mana reserves increased by just under one thousand points, though it is uncertain how much of that came from your increased Rationality. And despite reaching that milestone, your Mana now regenerates at a rate... roughly zero-point-four less per minute than it did before. Which is not as significant a drop as what our Krvavy experienced.”

“See~? Told ya the drawbacks weren’t tha’ bad~.” The tanned tomboy slowly trails a hand down Krvavy’s chest, fingertips dancing along a swirling and meandering path before jumping onto Adeline’s trembling ass. That light contact draws out an adorable squeak. One that is muffled by the Dwarf’s incredibly bountiful breasts.

Mark of Ardent Adoration: The seed of your soul planted within Beryl’s essence has grown, forming a strong and reciprocal bond that binds the both of you together. This bond has manifested as a mark upon her body, the visibility of which she can freely adjust. As a result of the bond that you now share, Beryl may choose one of your Divine Blessings to partially copy, receiving a portion of its power for herself.
–> Touch of the Ancients: Sharing in your Blessing, the primordial powers of old are beginning to awaken within Beryl. Increases the potency and efficiency of natural magics that she channels, at the cost of decreasing the potency and efficiency of all her other magics. Moderately Increases the capacity of her mana reserves, at the cost of slightly decreasing the rate in which her mana regenerates. Moderately increases the rate in which Beryl heals and slightly boosts her resilience, at the cost of reducing the benefits she receives from personal magical barriers.

Inanna’s head tilts slightly to the side as she softly reads a slightly different version that description aloud. Without realizing she is even doing that, if her mumbled voice is anything to go by. “Mm.” Her copper-orange eyes snap up towards the smug Dryad. “I see why you were so quick to decide on which blessing to take. Quite the assumption you’ve made.”

“Wha’ reason is there ta put such an emphasis on ‘one’ if not ta imply tha’ Ah can get more in the future~?”

“To remind you that only one can be selected, encouraging a more calculated choice.”

Krvavy tunes out that playful bickering, turning her attention back towards Beryl’s traits.

A smile quickly spreads across the Drakling’s face as she spots something that she should have noticed sooner. Overwhelming Love is gone. That trait wasn’t a bad thing – not like its predecessor, Consuming Love – but Krvavy is still happy that even the lingering memories of the nearly forgotten collar are fading.

With that happiness fluttering around in her heart, Krvavy focuses on the much more positively named replacement for Tainted Soul.

Symbiotic Soul: The part of your soul within Beryl’s own has been completely assimilated, further intertwining your fates together. Beryl’s connection to you is now akin to that of her tree; provided that she remains in your proximity, she will never wilt nor wither.

The barbarian’s brow shoots up as she reads that.

And Krvavy must have tensed up a little as well, judging by how Beryl’s gaze snaps back towards her. “Oh~?” The Dryad’s eyes glimmer and gleam. “My dearest love, did ya read somethin’ interestin’~?” She teases, giving the Halfling’s ass a squeeze and pressing that adorable girl’s body into the top of the Drakling’s stiff dick. “Now ya see why Ah was so excited by this gift ya gave me, aye~?”

Inanna blinks, before quickly focusing on something in the air that only she can see. “Mm. Congratulations on no longer being entirely bound to this place. Though I should point out that this makes Naturists Blessing even more valuable.”

“Shut it~.” Beryl lifts her groping hand up to dismissively wave at the Dwarf, before bringing it back down onto the bunny-mouse girl’s butt with a loud slap.

“Eeeeihhphmmgh~...!”

“Now, ‘ow about we –~?”

“Mmn.” The busty shortstack lightly shakes her head, stout fingers wrapping around the tomboy’s wrist to gently but firmly drag that molesting hand away from the Halfling. “Do not get distracted. We agreed upon a schedule, remember? And we are already behind on it.”

A frown plays at Beryl’s leaf-green lips. “Ach, come on. Tha’ can wait a little longer. But this sweetie ‘ere can’t. So let ‘er get some relief first.”

Inanna’s thick brow furrows. She reaches down and grabs the heat-addled Halfling beneath the shoulders, lifting that bottom-heavy blonde up and out of the vast valley of her cleavage.

“Hhhhhahhhnnhh~...” Adeline gasps and moans, trembling with **** need as her big hazel eyes, half-lidded and completely unfocused, blankly stare at the Dwarf in front of her. Void of recognition and anything resembling a thought.

“Alright.” Inanna slowly exhales. “It is not, strictly speaking, time sensitive.” She doesn’t seem particularly happy about putting off whatever it is they’re talking about. “Here.”

“Oh?” The Dryad tilts her head to the side as she takes the trembling Halfling off of Inanna’s hands, pulling Adeline into a half-hug as she keeps that girl sitting atop their shared lover’s stiff dick. “Not goin’ ta stick around? Not even fer the extra experience?”

“Not this time, no.” The Dwarf responds, already rising to her feet. “I am far from the most insatiable woman among us. And there are other tasks that I should attend to.” Her copper-orange eyes turn towards the Drakling, the very corner of her lips twitching upwards by an almost unnoticeable degree. “Make sure to spoil Adeline as best you can, my Ushumgal~.”

“Hhhhmmmmhh~...!” The Halfling’s gasping noises are muffled as Inanna leans forwards and briefly locks lips with Krvavy, once more utterly smothering this tiny blonde in her bountiful bosom.

“Rrrrghmm...” Khalia lightly growls as that kiss comes to an end. “Girly. Move.” The Were-Beast reluctantly brushes off the strong arm resting over her shoulders and lugs the half **** brat away from her Mate’s side.

“Hhhnnhhhh...” Thea makes a soft noise but doesn’t otherwise react as she is left lying on the soft moss bedding a fair bit away. She shivers slightly, before sighing happily as a nearby sheet is lazily thrown atop her.

The barbarian blinks, peeling her wistful gaze away from the dark-grey lips of her Dwarf. A part of her wants to ask what exactly it is that her girls had planned. But the throbbing of her cock, and the utterly heat-addled Halfling straddling her sizable girth, distracts that thought. Those questions can wait until later. Her adorable bunny-mouse girl needs her now.

“I will take my leave. Enjoy yourselves~.”