Calm Before the Storm

Warmth fills Krvavy’s very being, caressing across her skin and sinking into her muscles, massaging away those lingering aches and pains with the gentle touch of a lover.

Even with this Drakling’s mildly obstructive horns in the way, her cheek still squishes into a firm yet slightly yielding pillow. Her arms tremble and squeeze tight around another wonderful source of heat, pulling it close to her chest, into a snug hug.

Her emerald eyes flutter open.

Right before her face is a bush. A wild one, of wiry black-brown hair. A faint glistening sheen wets the lips that are just barely visible within it. But that isn’t what draws the Drakling’s gaze. Her attention moves upwards just a little. Hardly even a handswidth higher.

A gentle, amber-gold glow softly shines through some smooth, swarthy green skin. A spattering of shades between orange and yellow are present, a few like butterscotch or the insides of a freshly cut mango, a few more vibrant, and a few more mellow.

The barbarian blinks, her blurry vision clearing up as she stares on at that sight, at the beautiful view that stands before her.

Centered right above this untamed bush is a heart. One that rests within another, sweeping thorns growing along its outer lines as its inside pulse in a subtle gradient. Around that is a pair of sweeping vines, hugging the pointed peak of those wild pubes as the thorny top, curled like another heart, stretches over the slight swell of that buff belly it rests upon.

From there sprout more prickly lines of lighter and more washed out hues, stretching out to the sides as if reaching towards the shaggy beige-brown brown fur that frames Krvavy’s vision. Upon those softly sweeping vines rest another pair of spiky little hearts, both of which lean away from the center and which glow more from within than without.

Authors Note: Here is what this new mark looks like, and here it is on Khalia. Do note that, at this point in the story, she should have runes painted across her skin and would also be wearing her collar, neither of which are shown in that second image. It also doesn’t show the faint scar she has near her right hip (from being stabbed with a spear), nor the wound she got from the boar (but that should be covered by the fur on her outer right thigh anyway).

Krvavy’s hand slowly trails up the thigh she is hugging, her face nuzzling into the other serving as her pillow. Delicately, as if afraid her touch will cause it to disappear, the very tips of the barbarian’s fingers brush against that glowing mark.

It isn’t as big as the one Beryl bears. It doesn’t spread across quite as much skin. But it is no less eye-catching. No less captivating.

“Rrrgh. Mate awake.”

That softly growled statement startles Krvavy, her hand pulling back as if shocked.

“Hmph... About time.” The blanket draped over the Drakling shifts slightly as Thea kneels down atop it, her beautiful body wrapped up in another to help keep her warm in the cool evening air. “Do you feel better now? Well-rested and relaxed?” She asks... in a rather condescending tone.

Krvavy sighs. Or at least she tries to. It comes out as more of a yawn. “I don’t need your sass...”

“No,” the noble girl agrees, “you need a good slap to set you straight.” Her soft-blue eyes narrow into a harsh glare. “Do I need to give you one, or have you had enough already?”

The Drakling’s expression hardens as she meets her first fiancée’s hostile gaze. “Don’t push your luck.”

Thea crosses her arms beneath her covered chest, chin lifting up as her head turns away. “Hmph...!” She haughtily huffs, taking that bit of advice in as defiant a way as she can.

“P-p-please... don’t f-fight...!” Adeline’s stammered voice squeaks out from behind the barbarian.

“Tsk.” Krvavy clicks her tongue. “We can’t change what’s already been done. So no point in arguing about this...” She just barely shakes her head, cheek squishing into a nicely toned thigh, and in doing so finds her gaze drawn back towards the glowing mark that now adorns her precious puppy’s skin.

Furred fingers ruffle the Drakling’s crimson hair, aimlessly scritching at a scalp as this pet pets her Mate. “Hehehh...” Khalia can’t quite keep her excitement in check as she grabs at Krvavy’s wrist, bringing that hand back towards her belly. “Mate marked me~...! Hehhehehheh~...! More Mate soul in me~...! Mate~!” She barks that title with nothing but love in her voice, a bright beaming smile plastered across her face. “Mate’s mark~! My mark~!”

Warmth emanates from that spot above Khalia’s womb. The same heat as always. And even though that mark has no texture, nothing to differentiate it from the skin it is seeping through, Krvavy can still trace her fingers along those softly sweeping lines with her eyes closed.

“It fits you~.” Krvavy softly coos, her palm pressed just beneath this Greenskin’s bellybutton as the tip of her thumb circles that central heart. “Did –?”

“She already chose one of your blessings to take.” Thea interrupts with a sigh, rolling her beautiful blue eyes. “So just use Inspect on her. Not that you even need to... It is incredibly obvious which choice she would have made...”

“Ehehheh~! Mate~!” Khalia squeezes the Drakling’s wrist. “Yes, look~! Me stronger now~!”

“Alright, alright. No need to get so excited~.” A smile fills Krvavy’s face as she gives into her curiosity and does what those two girls are all but demanding.

It has been quite some time since Krvavy last saw this stat sheet. Over three months, or however long it has been since they killed the Patriarch. And in all that time... Khalia has only levelled up twice. But that’s not a surprise. Earning less experience was the price of her becoming a Were-Beast. Not that that matters too much. She hits way above her level already.

The various numbers here are mostly the same, just a little higher than they were before. Not much has changed with her skills either, though there are a few new ones there. Like Parrying and Blocking. All that sparring paid off, it would seem. But of course the traits are what Krvavy is here for. And it looks like there are a few that are new. Three, to be precise. Two of them have the potential to be quite interesting, while the other is... rather mundane. Or at least as mundane as magical traits can be. So might as well get that one out of the way first.

Pheromonal Perception I: Increases Perception by 7.5%, slightly strengthens the effect it has on Stamina & Mana Regeneration, and bolsters your ability to distinguish & recognize different scents. Associated attribute = Perception.

As expected, that milestone isn’t anything flashy or grand, but it is still pretty good. And thematic. This wild Were-Beast is Krvavy’s puppy, after all, so it is only fitting for her to get something that’ll help with sniffing out their prey.

Symbiotic Soul: The part of your soul within Khalia’s own has been completely assimilated, further intertwining your fates together. Khalia’s connection to you now affords her greater strength; all damage dealt utilizing her physical form will be increased by the strength of your bond, and will be further amplified while fighting by your side.

Just as with Beryl, the glowing mark that now adorns Khalia’s lower belly has upgraded her Tainted Soul into something new. Into something that increases her killing potential even further. Which is great. Khalia is a quite combat focused, and this just serves to make her even better at what she is best at. Though there is a bit of ambiguity with how it specifies her ‘physical form’ rather than simply saying that it increases the physical damage she deals... but that probably just means it excludes weapons that are not a part of her body. Which is fine. Khalia doesn’t use actual weapons anyway.

And now for the reason Krvavy is even looking at this stat sheet in the first place...

Mark of Wild Worship: The seed of your soul planted within Khalia’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, Khalia may choose one of your Divine Blessings to partially copy, receiving a portion of its power for herself.
–> Naturists Blessing IV: Sharing in your Blessing, Khalia endures all that comes her way, gaining True Defence in proportion to how little she is wearing, increasing further with the quality of what is worn. This True Defence extends to all that Khalia wears and will never go below 20%, regardless of how covered or exposed she is. Provides an additional +50 Base Armour.

The description of that mark is nearly the exact same as the one Beryl has, which isn’t a surprise. And, just like Thea said, it also isn’t a surprise to see that Khalia took Naturists Blessing for herself. Not because of any smart thinking on that Greenskin’s part, getting the most valuable trait Krvavy has when it comes to combat, but becau–

“Ehehahaheh~...!” The Were-Beast softly cackles and laughs, her amber-gold eyes gleaming in the firelight as she meets her Draconic lover’s gaze. “No need armour any more~!” She proudly states, puffing up her bare chest and looking quite smug.

“Nope, you still need to wear it all.” The Drakling is quick to crush that nudist’s hopes and dreams, ignoring the growled glare that comment earns her. “You’ll get more True Defence if you wear something skimpy. Like the armour you already have. And that True Defence will extend to it too, making it tougher and more effective. So, if anything, you now have more of a reason to wear all of that.”

“Rrrrgh! But Mate–!”

“Don’t try to use me as an excuse.” Krvavy cuts off her precious puppy with a stern stare. “Because I’ll be wearing more than just my loincloth for that very same reason. Losing a few points of True Defence is worth it when actual armour will more than make up the difference. And speaking of... I should really get dressed...”

“Rrrrrgh...” Khalia’s nose crinkles, her face scrunching into a snarled scowl as her Draconic Mate sits up, that horned head leaving her lap. “Hrr!” Her fluffy ears flutter and flick as her mind races. She doesn’t even get distracted by the big pale tits that are all but in her face, those bare breasts puffed out as a pair of strong scaled arms stretch high into the air, that hand no longer held captive against her belly. “Base Armour! Makes meat tough! Like metal! Lookie!”

Krvavy rolls her shoulders and cracks her slightly stiff neck, before glancing sideways at that Orc.

Her brow furrows. The barbarian would like to know just how resilient and durable her precious puppy is now... So... She shrugs and shoots off another Inspect.

Alright, not bad. Not bad at all. Especially since this is Khalia’s baseline. Her Physical Resistances can all go up by another twenty, from her Orcish Rage racial trait, plus her Empowering Howl will add about five percent more, and who knows just how much the runes painted all across her skin will add as well...

So for her to be this tough without any buffs – beyond the ten percent to Disease and Poison Resistances from the aura that Beryl’s portion of Krvavy’s mark provides – is just impressive.

But...

“We both can very easily deal way more than seventy damage in a single hit.” The Drakling dryly states, steadily meeting her Were-Beast’s intense amber-gold gaze. “That is nowhere near enough to keep what would be a glancing blow against, say, your breastplate from digging into your flesh. But even if it was enough... I would still make you wear actual armour as well. Because it really doesn’t hurt to have that extra layer of defence.”

“Rrrrrrrrrrghhhn...” Khalia’s rumbling growl wavers as she looks away from her Mate, glancing towards both of the blondes. But neither Halfling nor Human are going to argue on her side. Nor would Dryad or Dwarf, were they here as well. “Rrhhhhnnh...” She sighs, shoulders slowly slumping as she surrenders, knowing full well that there is just no winning for her.

The blanket slips off of the barbarian’s body as she finally stands up, leaving her feeling just a little chilly in the cool air of this cramped canyon. At least the campfire helps with that.

Thea’s delicate brow knits together as she leans forwards, her face dangerously close to Krvavy’s crotch. “Hmmmm...” She slowly and thoughtfully hums, eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes the spot just above that Drakling’s dick. A dick that can’t help but twitch as her warm breath brushes over it.

Krvavy tilts her head and cranes her neck, peering through the valley between her breasts to where that brat is looking. “Oh.” She softly shakes her head, as if to say ‘of course’. The symbol emblazoned upon her pale skin has changed, if just a little, now that Khalia has a mark as well.

Authors Note: Here is what Krvavy’s mark (with Khalia’s ‘addition’) looks like, and here it is on her. Do note that this image is missing her Far-Speaking ring (on her lower right horn, our left) and the runes painted onto her. At least her recent **** means she no longer has any scars.

“That looks... almost regal.” Thea idly comments, trailing her soft fingertips across the amber-gold lines clearly meant to look like a pair thorny vines, both of which curl around the pointed tips of Krvavy’s upper horns. Or at least the simplistic depiction of said horns. “It almost looks like a laurel wreath... A sparse one...”

“Heheh~!” Khalia’s mild annoyance fades in an instant as she quietly cackles in joy, pushing aside that brat’s hand so that her furred fingers – with their sharp claws – can touch her part of that magical tattoo. “Bigger than Elfy’s flowers~!”

The silver-blonde noble girl purses her lips, though the corners of her mouth do twitch upwards just a little. “Yes, but you are not as close to that heart.”

“RRRGH!” The Were-Beast’s attention snaps towards Thea, brow furrowed and nose scrunched into a scowl. “Girlie not there at all!”

Krvavy softly shakes her head, taking this moment to step away from those two. As much as she would just love to enjoy the company of her girls... she doesn’t really have the time to spare for that. Krvavy is already quite a bit later than she’d like, thanks to that break she was **** to take...

Without a word, the Halfling hurries after her Draconic fiancée, holding out a freshly heated pastie just as that big barbarian squats down beside the backpack.

“Thanks.”

Adeline’s round cheeks gain a faint rosy hue as Krvavy gives her a pat on the head and shoots her an appreciative smile. Her thin, fur-tipped tail twists around the Drakling’s much meatier one, holding it in a loose hug. The blush filling her face grows even brighter as a single strong arm is idly slung over her slim shoulders.

Various pieces of dark, metal armour rest on the ground before barbarian and bunny-mouse... along with the shining white and silver armour that the Were-Beast will be wearing soon enough.

Krvavy’s brow furrows faintly. She didn’t bring the entire set of this stuff, as that would’ve been a bit much to carry with everything else they brought along, but... she is kind of regretting that. It would have been nice if she had a few more options to choose from...

Mostly for her legs, really.

But, then again, that wouldn’t have given her all that many more choices. Because those pieces are pretty much meant to go together. Wearing just the cuisses over her thighs, for example, wouldn’t exactly be the most comfortable. The straps holding those thick metal tubes, more or less, would have to be very tight to secure them in place without anything below to help keep them steady. An issue that would be solved with some straps that’d attach to her loincloth belt... Just like Khalia’s armour...

Though, thinking about it, the greaves could have worked really well on their own... Her calves would make it really easy to strap those pieces of metal in place...

“I do not need a glowing symbol to prove my bond to this Dragon! I am her first fiancée!”

“Rrrghn! Me Mate’s mate! That better than ‘fiancée’!”

The sound of brat and Were-Beast arguing in the background pulls Krvavy from her thoughts. She should focus on the armour actually in front of her, not the stuff that is all the way back home.

Her emerald eyes trail over those dark pieces of metal. The nice leather loincloth is a given. The breastplate would also be a wise choice. A choice that Inanna facilitated by putting the activation points of those two separate sets of painted runes on her abs, just above and below her bellybutton.

Krvavy’s teeth gently nibble at the inside of her cheek. An errant thought flits into her head as she glances towards the subtle Mark resting at the base of her cock. If she got some favour when Beryl got one of these...

Without thinking about it, the barbarian brings up her notifications.

Level Up! You have reached Level 30. 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.

Right... she forgot to dismiss that earlier. Krvavy levelled up yesterday, but mostly ignored it. On account of being busy running around with Thea skewered on her shaft. That said, she did have the presence of mind to allocate those stat points. Two went into Endurance, to very slightly help with her stamina, and the other four went into Willpower, in hope that it’d help her focus a bit more on actually running.

“Ugh!” An utterly exasperated, and so beautifully bratty, sound echoes through this cramped campsite. “I know that she has other fiancées! That is why I always stress that I am the first! Besides! You constantly call all of us her ‘mates’ too! So you are not her only mate either!”

“RRRGHH!”

Krvavy gives her head another soft shake, doing what she can to tune out the increasingly loud argument between her brat and Were-Beast as she quickly skims through the (mostly one-sided) damage notifications that she and Khalia inflicted on each other earlier. A smile finds its way onto her face as she finds what she is looking for.

+6 Divine Favour, for forming a symbiosis of souls with Khalia.

Adeline squirms slightly, the coarse fabric of her plain peasant dress rubbing against the Drakling’s skin and scales. It is a slight shame that she isn’t wearing her nice sundress, but if she is too cold in just that thin fabric...

“Eeeeiee...” An adorable squeak is squeezed out of the bunny-mouse girl, the arm wrapped around her shoulders pulling her even closer to the barbarian’s body. Her short arms reach out and take the forgotten pastie from Krvavy’s hand, bringing it up to the distracted Drakling’s mouth.

Krvavy’s teeth sink into that nicely heated snack, letting the Halfling hand feed her as she finds her focus turning towards her own stat sheet, fingers idly hooking onto her breastplate and pulling it closer.

Some soft, fur padding presses into her pale tits as that piece of armour is moved into place, the straps soon buckled and pulled tight.

Krvavy will need to top her mana up a little before heading out... They did bring some quartz crystals just for that, but... it wouldn’t hurt to take some out of the Synthetic Heartstone instead. Her Soulbound Weapon regens its mana far faster than she does, so it’d be mostly recharged by the time she reaches Svaneti... Transmute Blood will help make up the difference.

And speaking of her Blood Magic... It looks like she is due for another spell in that school. Though Krvavy isn’t quite sure what she’d want from that... She already has a good utility spell to top up her mana and something that is kind of a healing spell... Maybe inspiration will strike while fighting? Or maybe not.

Earth Magic is also close as well, needing just another level up, but it might be in a similar situation. If she doesn’t really need another spell, then she won’t get one.

“Eeeeeei...!” The very tip of Krvavy’s tongue licks at Adeline’s little fingers, cleaning the crumbs off that adorable girl’s light olive skin. Another nicely hot pastie is soon lifted up and pushed into that hungry mouth. Melted cheese mixed with diced veggies and flavourful herbs is chewed and swallowed, bit by bit.

A metallic tap tap rings out as the barbarian’s breastplate is idly poked and prodded. That comfortable armour doesn’t budge even a bit. The nearby helmet mask is mindlessly grabbed next, getting strapped into place like some sort of reinforced headband.

As always happens when she has a stat sheet in front of her, Krvavy naturally finds her attention drawn towards her stats. Towards those ever increasing numbers. Two of which are bigger than they were just this morning.

Might and Toughness.

Arguably her two most important stats, boosting her health by a whole lot and, in the case of Might, helping her deal more damage too.

It looks like both of those stats increased by vaguely the same amount as her Dexterity and Perception did when Beryl got a mark of her own. So it is easy to guess where that extra buff came from. Still, it doesn’t hurt to confirm that.

The wide belt of a nice and fancy loincloth is wrapped around Krvavy’s hips, her attention turning towards the one trait on her stat sheet with a differently spaced font. A fact that slightly bugs her.

Mark of Draconic Dominance: The seeds of your soul have grown, forming a strong and reciprocal bond with the essence of two other being(s). This bond has manifested as a mark upon your body, the size, position, and 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: ...
–> Khalia: ...

The very first thing that Krvavy notices is that the description has changed just a bit, letting her adjust the size and position of her mark. Which is... nice? If a bit unnecessary. She doesn’t mind the spot it is in now. Then, of course, the next thing she notices is that the actual effects are minimized. Suppose that’ll help it from getting cluttered as more of her girls get marks...? Either way, time to see what just Khalia’s buff is.

–> Khalia: You exude an unrestrained aura of dread and dominance, which fills the hearts of those who stand against you with terror while bolstering the battlefield resolve of those who stand by your side. The strength of this effect grows as the average of your Total Might & Charisma surpasses the average Total Willpower & Composure of those affected. Gain 5% of Khalia’s Base Might & Toughness, along with +0.5 to both attributes for each level you have.

“Huh...” That softly muttered and slightly mumbly – on account of the last bite of food filling her mouth – sound earns Krvavy a questioning look from her adorable bunny-mouse girl.

On one hand, that attribute bonus is exactly what Krvavy expected. On the other... that aura is a bit more wordy than she had expected. Especially compared to Beryl’s buff, as that one just gives some resistances to all ‘nearby allies’. Which feels a bit lackluster compared to this... But, then again, that extra resistance is always active while this fear or confidence aura only affects people whose stats are lower than hers. Not to mention that it is also kneecapped a bit by her low Charisma...

Still, it isn’t a bad buff by any means. The extra stats alone make it quite nice indeed.

And speaking of...

“Hey,” the barbarian turns towards her precious puppy... only to blankly blink as she sees that Were-Beast all but sitting atop Thea, pinning that bratty blonde into their bedding. Amber-gold eyes and a soft-blue pair alike stare back at her, both wide and a little embarrassed at being caught like this.

“Hmph...!” Thea lifts her chin and crosses her arms, doing her best to look unbothered by the paw-like hands pressing into her shoulders as some strong thighs – each one just about the same size as her slim torso – straddle her hips. The pinkish hue filling her face grows noticeably brighter as that emerald gaze simply stares on and on. “What?”

“Um, uh... I now have more Might and Toughness than Khalia does.” The Drakling slowly states, thoroughly distracted by the sight before her. It is kinda hot, sure, but that’s not... Seeing these two girls of hers just playing around like this, acting so... so carefree... It makes her heart feel warm and tingly.

A light prodding sensation suddenly pokes at the edge of Krvavy’s perception. Recognizing it as an attempt to Inspect her... she immediately lets it through.

“I see your mana is still not full.” Thea pointedly states, before letting a soft sigh escape past her pouty lips. “And you are sitting on quite a lot of Favour too. Are you planning on spending any of it, or...?”

The barbarian lightly bites the inside of her cheek, forcing down the mild annoyance welling up within her. “I don’t have enough to upgrade Naturists Blessing. I’d need forty-eight for that. Maybe I’ll level up three times before reaching the Duke, but...”

“Rrrgh...!” A growl rumbles out from the Were-Beast. “No taking chances!”

“Tsk.” Krvavy clicks her tongue. “Unless I want to search through the shop for something else that could be useful... My only other option is to upgrade Skilled Soul. That only costs thirty favour. And it’d get me thirty stat points. Which is enough for me to reach the next Might milestone. That will increase my health and should help me deal more damage.”

“Wuuhf!” Khalia emphatically nods her head. “Get that! More Might more good!”

The faint frustration still lingering in Krvavy’s head is pushed even further away as she finds herself smiling, just a little. “What, you want me to be so much stronger than you, do you~?”

A reddish hue fills Khalia’s face, squirming a little as she remains seated atop the silver-blonde brat. “Yessh~...” She moans her response, green-brown nipples standing tall in the evening air.

Krvavy takes a deep breath. “Alright. Any reason why I shouldn’t do that then?” The crackling of the campfire serves as her only response. “Bit of a shame that Soulbound Weaponry still isn’t level twenty. I would’ve liked to upgrade that instead... but okay. Here I go.”

Skilled Soul II: Blessed by a divine power, your soul has been strengthened to further improve your potential. Gain +2 Attribute Points per level.

Just as when she first bought that trait, there is absolutely no fanfare. The ‘Attribute Points Per Level’ part of her stat sheet just increased from six to seven. And, right below that, the ‘Available Attribute Points’ now display thirty for all the points she just retroactively gained for her levels. But that is it. A bit lackluster.

With a shrug, she dumps twenty-four points into Might, bringing it up to a good and round one-hundred. Which leaves her with six points to spare.

“Oh.” The barbarian blinks. By complete coincidence or stroke of fate, that just so happens to be the exact amount needed for Willpower to get its second milestone trait... Which is definitely worth doing.

“Heh...” Krvavy can’t keep the smile off of her face as she sees those huge numbers, the biggest of them all being her Total Health. With just a single mental click of a button, it went up by over two-thousand-three-hundred. A truly massive increase. Boosting her Might by nearly a full forty points – thanks to those extra percentages in the Effects column – was great, but increasing the weighting of that stat in whatever calculation is running beneath the hood is what really did the work there.

The effect on her mana isn’t quite as impressive, increasing it by less than nine-hundred points, but that is still quite nice. Especially since the bar is still roughly where it was, percentage wise, so she pretty much just recovered a few hundred points of mana for free.

Might Makes Right III: Increases Might by 20%, further strengthens the effect it has on Total Health, Health Regeneration, & Damage dealt, and attacks made with natural weapons or with extensions of your soul now ignore up to 15% of all Physical Resistances. Associated attribute = Might.

The gleam in her emerald eyes only grows as she reads that updated description. Even ignoring how Might might directly affect damage, this is just a straight up fifteen percent increase to her damage...! Kind of. She assumes that the ‘up to’ part mostly just means that she can’t make those percentages into negatives, so it wouldn’t be as effective on someone with low Physical Resistances, but still. That is great...!

And what about the next trait?

Willful Warrior II: Increases Willpower by 10%, further strengthens the effect it has on Total Mana, Mana Regeneration, & Resistances, and now reduces the effectiveness of spells that have been cast on you without your consent. Associated attribute = Willpower.

It is only tier two, not three, so naturally it isn’t quite as impressive. But that is still pretty good! It would have been nice to have this earlier, to weaken Thea’s damned chastity curse, but she’s not going to complain about getting it now.

A poking sensation prods at her perception once again. Followed by another, a bit rougher this time. Then another still, gentler than the two before it. Not quite ignoring the expectant and impatient looks directed towards her, Krvavy glances down at the hazel-brown eyes of the short but so very bottom-heavy blonde standing by her side, which waver slightly but don’t turn away.

All three attempts to Inspect the Drakling are let through.

Khalia immediately stiffens. “Hhhrrn~!” She moans. “Mate so strong~! Haghhhrrnrnghhmhggh~!” She shudders, rolling her hips and grinding herself against Thea’s bare belly.

“There, see?” That bratty blonde does her best to ignore the lewd Were-Beast atop her, though her face is still flushing brighter and brighter. “This delay was well worth it.”

“I still would have gotten those two milestone traits even without the ‘break’ you **** on me.” The Drakling dryly states. “And speaking of that delay...” Her face twists into a scowled frown.