Waking Up the Girls ♥

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The door to Thea’s old room softly clicks shut. Delicate beams of light leak in through the half-closed curtains, dancing across Krvavy’s skin and scales as she steps from carpet to carpet, approaching the four-poster bed that her girls are resting upon, its thick drapes already pulled wide open.

A smile plays at the Drakling’s lips, her heart beating just a bit faster as her emerald eyes, twinkling with love and joy, take in the truly beautiful sight laying before her.

“Mnnrrhhm...” Khalia shifts in her sleep, nose twitching and nostrils flaring as if she had just picked up a delicious scent. Her chest rises as she takes a long and deep breath. “Rrnnnnhhhmmghhnnh...” Muscles ripple beneath the striped beige-brown fur of her bestial arms, her grip growing tighter as she pulls both Thea and Adeline even further into her embrace.

“Hhmh...” Thea stirs slightly, her face squished into a valley of swarthy green skin, those sloping hills speckled with dark freckles. Her fingers tremble and slowly slide forwards, some gliding through strands of dark-blonde hair while others are flattened against a small back.

“Eeehp...!” Even in her sleep, the bunny-mouse girl still squeaks as she is softly squeezed. A rosy hue fills the round cheeks of that cute and thoroughly cuddled girl, her shaky breath brushing against a plush pink nipple resting so close to her parted lips. “Eeeiihhnhmmh...” She shudders, her squeaky sigh silenced by the brat’s modest breasts, the Were-Beast’s much bigger pair pressed into the back of her head.

Krvavy leans forward, gently grabbing the pleasantly soft blankets that partially cover her three girls. Those sheets had already been mostly tossed aside, their warmth unneeded, so it isn’t a trouble to pull them the rest of the way down.

“Rrhhhhmh...” A quiet rumbling groan emerges past Khalia’s plump lips, the clawed toes of her bestial paw-like feet curling as comparatively cool air brushes across her furred legs, one of which has been strewn over both bunny-mouse and brat. Her nose twitches again. Slowly, a single amber-gold eye cracks open. “Eheheh... Mate~...” She softly mutters, shaggy tail lightly thwicking against the padded mattress.

“It’s time to wake up...” The Drakling delicately brushes aside a lock of black-brown hair, her fingers lightly caressing Khalia’s cheek. “Can you...?”

That well-trained Were-Beast hardly even needs to hear her Mate’s request before moving to fulfill it. With a light grunt, Khalia rolls halfway onto her back, furred arm and bestial leg lifting off the bodies of those two blondes who were sleeping so snugly in her embrace.

“Good girl~...” Krvavy lets her precious puppy nuzzle into her hand for a few long seconds before, regrettably, pulling it away. “Now...” She gently grabs onto Thea’s shoulder, giving her first fiancée the softest of shakes. “Wakey wakey~...”

“Mhnnnhhnh...” The silver-blonde brat simply shudders and squeezes Adeline a little tighter.

The smile filling Krvavy’s face only grows wider as she watches her Halfling get softly smothered by the beautiful brat’s boobs, those more modest mounds looking quite large compared to that tiny girl. “Rise and shine~...” She gives Thea a slightly stronger shake.

Lazily and still mostly asleep, the noble girl sluggishly swipes at that annoying arm, her hand harmlessly thumping into Krvavy’s wrist. “Nnnhhhhoh...”

“Hhhheeie...” A squeaky sigh passes through Adeline’s barely parted lips, her hazel-brown eyes fluttering open... and then immediately going wide as she finds herself face-to-face with some soft tits. “Eeeihh...!” She jolts upright, cheeks burning noticeably brighter.

An ominous shadow rises behind the flustered Halfling, looming above that defenceless girl while she recovers from her slight shock. Amber-gold eyes gleam in the darkness as paw-like hands, furred fingers tipped with menacing claws, move into position. Four little tusks are bared in a wide and toothy grin. “Eheheh~...!” A quiet cackle is the only warning given before Khalia strikes.

“Eeeeeeeiip~!”

Krvavy simply smiles and shakes her head, ignoring the plight of that poor bunny-mouse girl, leaving her to be aggressively cuddled and hugged by their wild Were-Beast. “Come on~...” Her fingers slip beneath Thea’s chin, lifting that girl’s head up a little. “The sun is already up, and you should be too~...”

“Ughhnnnh...” The noble girl groans, the back of her hand brushing across her face, continuing on until the crook of her elbow comes to rest atop the bridge of her nose. That obscuring arm is effortlessly pushed aside, revealing some squinting soft-blue eyes that can’t help but glare up at the Drakling. “Hmmmphh...” Thea protests but doesn’t resist as she is ‘helped’ into an upright position.

“Ehehehheh~...” Khalia giggles and lightly laughs to herself, tail wildly wagging away as she holds Adeline’s head between her tits.

“Hmmph...” A hint of disappointment underlines that huffed sigh. “Why are you dressed...?”

“Well, unlike you, I didn’t just wake up~.” Krvavy warmly replies, cupping her little princess’ chin, black-scaled thumb lingering so close to those kissable lips. That bratty girl’s gaze drops down to the impossible to ignore bulge in this Drakling’s far too tight pants. “I don’t need to get off every morning.” She dryly answers the unasked question.

Thea softly shakes her head, disagreeing. “No. We cannot have you get an erection around any decent folk... So go on,” already this noble girl has hooked her delicate fingers into the waistband of those clingy pants. “Get your degenerate dick out already.”

Krvavy simply closes her eyes and stifles a sigh. She was fine before, but now... Any attempts to deny her body’s need to get off would simply be seen straight through. Her cock twitches within its tight prison, swelling thicker and harder with each beat of her heart.

“Oh?” Thea pauses, having revealed hardly more than the root of that ridged rod. “Is that...?” She gently touches the expanse of pale skin that rests between muscled abs and swelling shaft. “Oho~!” One of her hands barely covers her smugly smirking lips. “Look, my Dragon, look~! That Elf hag will be so jealous~!”

The Drakling leans forward, peering past her barely covered breasts and the loose fabric of her unbuttoned shirt. At the center of her mark, black lines drawing a heart and her horns, rests a little blue crown decorated with bright pink hearts. One that matches, though not perfectly so, the mark which rests in a similar spot on this bratty blonde’s beautiful body.

{reveal "Authors Note:"} Here is what Krvavy’s mark (with Thea’s ‘addition’) looks like, and here it is on her. Do note that, as usual, this image is missing her Far-Speaking ring and her many new scars. {endreveal}

“It is a bit small... and kinda hard to see.” Krvavy calmly states. Only for her comment to get completely ignored.

“I have crowned your heart~!” The noble girl preens, chin just barely rising out of Krvavy’s hand. “I am so close to your core~! I am the centerpiece of your collection~!”

“Rrmmnn...” Khalia leans in, her head looming above Thea’s shoulder. “Elfy closer. Holding up heart.”

The silver-blonde brat purses her lips and gives that Were-Beast a bit of side eye. “Hmph!” She huffs, legs hanging off the edge of her bed. “I will hear no criticism from a pair of thorny vines adorning her horns!” And with that, the girl stands up, her bare body brushing against the barbarian’s still-clothed side. “Handle her lusts, will you?”

“Hehehe~...!” The Were-Beast wastes not even a second, pulling those pants down just enough for her Draconic Mate’s half-hard dick to flop out, its weight slapping into her grinning face. “Hehahah~!”

Krvavy blinks quite blankly as that brat steps away, up and awake quite quickly considering how much she wanted to stay asleep. “Hhh~...!” Her attention is quickly dragged down to her dick. A wide tongue licks along the underside of her length, a single amber-gold eye gazing up past that swiftly swelling shaft.

Thea’s already quite quiet footsteps grow even harder to hear as she moves further away. The backpack rustles, one of its pouches opened and rummaged through. A chair is pulled back, just a tiny bit. It creaks slightly, as if someone had just climbed atop it rather than sit on its seat. “Mmm...” The noble girl makes a rather thoughtful noise. “It is a bit garish...”

“You can always choose to hide it.” Krvavy absentmindedly adds, knowing full well what her first fiancée is talking about. A quick glance to the side confirms that.

“Ugh, no.” Thea rolls her eyes behind the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses, using the silvery mirror of her vanity to closely inspect the crowned heart of blue and pink proudly emblazoned upon her soft skin. “This mark, gaudy and perverted it may be, is proof that I am, undeniably and entirely, yours. I may not be shameless enough to show it off for every meaningless passerby to see, not like that horny hyena or your tree slut, but when it is just us...”

A pair of plump lips kiss at just the tip of Krvavy’s cockhead, suckling up the drops of pre that it is freely leaking.

The reflection of this silver-blonde brat meets the Drakling’s gaze. Her rosy cheeks flush even further. As casually as she can, and quite carefully too, she lowers herself down from that chair turned precarious stepping stool, her butt pressing into its padded cushion.

“What’d you get from that mark, anyway~?” Krvavy curiously asks, her fingers idly kneading and massaging Khalia’s fluffy ears.

“Hmph.” That beautiful, bratty blonde loosely crosses her arms, not so subtly lifting up her squishy tits. “Just use Inspect on me.” One of her hands pulls away from her body, dismissively waving through the air, before slipping back beneath her breasts. “Yes, yes, I could simply read the traits out to you. But we both know that you want to see more than just that. So go on, violate me with your eyes~.”

Krvavy quirks her brow, drawing a slightly impish smile from that brat. She shrugs and shoots off an Inspect.

“You~... nhhhmh~...” Heat, wet and needy, surrounds more of Krvavy’s cockhead, four points of pressure pleasantly poking into the sensitive spot just beneath her tip. “You levelled up again~...!” A fair bit of joy, and an immense amount of lust, underlines those cheered words. “Mhh~!” Her flared crown gently grinds against the roof of her precious puppy’s mouth, wide tongue wiggling against its underside.

Thea lifts her chin. “Of course. The journey here was... intense~...” She shudders and averts her gaze, the rosy hue of her ever intensifying blush slowly spreading down to her shoulders. “I was hardly given a break for days on end~...” She squirms in her seat, thighs rubbing together. “I was forced to constantly channel my perverse magics~...” One of her hands rests atop the glowing mark that she proudly bears, the other slowly trailing upwards across her soft belly. “All while~... Hahh~...! All while your degenerate dick remained so deep inside of me~...!” Her every breath is heavier than the last. More ragged, more of a gasp, more of a moan. “It should – hhhah~...! – should not be a surprise that I grew marginally stronger, my~... my Dragon~...!”

Little flickers of pink lightning linger as afterimages in the eye, jumping from dainty fingertip to twitching clit to fingertip again, streaming through a plush pink nipple pinched tight between finger and thumb.

The barbarian quite roughly bites her bottom lip, struggling to not get distracted by that beautifully lewd sight nor those enticingly erotic sounds. That her swollen cockhead is beginning to push into the tight and tensing tunnel that is Khalia’s throat... doesn’t help. She takes a deep breath and does her absolute best to focus.

Listlessly, Krvavy trails her gaze across the various numbers scattered across her Thea’s stat sheet. She glances over those increased attributes, hardly paying them any mind. Not even those stronger skill and spell levels can hold her attention for longer than a second. She looks a bit further up and –

“Hhhhn~...!” Intense, tingling shivers rush along the Drakling’s spine, her clawed toes curling into the soft carpet underfoot. Her hefty sack clenches slightly, one of those heavy orbs lifted and caressed. Down her eyes dart, unable to ignore the source of that pleasure.

Halfway hidden beneath her ridged rod rests a round face, light olive skin coloured a deep crimson.

Adeline trembles, long lashes fluttering as her big hazel-brown eyes peer up into the Drakling’s emerald pair. Her little lips pull away from the single virile orb that is barely held by both of her tiny palms... only to press back against the sensitive skin of that sack, planting another warm kiss just beside the first. A third tender peck follows soon thereafter. Then a fourth, and fifth, sixth...

Krvavy’s heart flutters, a lovely warmth pulsing through her very being. One of her hands finds itself atop that Halfling’s head, fingers gliding through loose strands of dark-blonde hair, while the other remains where it is, massaging Khalia’s fluffy ear.

Taking a deep breath, the Drakling finally turns her attention towards her first fiancée’s two new traits, both of which are quite familiar yet different all the same.

Symbiotic Soul: The part of your soul within Thea’s own has been completely assimilated, further intertwining your fates together. Thea’s connection to you now afford her greater authority; when putting on a regal air, her presence will command respect and her words will carry more weight.

“Hah~!” Krvavy can’t help but laugh as she reads those words. Though not because there is anything particularly funny about that description. If the effect was something overtly sexual, then that’d be a different story, but as is... It is just...

Krvavy glances over to where Thea is sitting.

That noble girl is sprawled out in her seat, legs spread wide and spine arched, only her shoulders pressing into the backrest. Storms of pink lightning swirl through the skies that are her soft-blue eyes, energy arcing across her glistening skin. Frantically and feverishly, she fingers her flushed fuckhole, focused on the rather relaxed ways that both Were-Beast and bunny-mouse are worshipping their shared Draconic lover.

A crooked smile plays at the Drakling’s pale lips. Right now, in this very moment, it is hard to imagine that such a lewd and degenerate girl as her lusty little loveslave could ever hope to put on a regal air. My, how Krvavy has corrupted that brat, unleashing Thea’s inner slut and utterly perverting that princess~...

“Rrrgghmhmhnhh~...!” Without warning, Khalia forces her face further down the length of Krvavy’s cock, sharp teeth and pointy tusks softly scraping against sensitive skin. “Mhhrhhghhnhmhgh~...!” Her rumbling moans echo through that ridged rod. “Mghhk~...!” Her nose is pressed flat, squished against her barbaric Mate’s body. She holds that position for a good few seconds, amber-gold eyes rolled back, before slowly retreating.

The muscles in Krvavy’s arms tense, resisting the urge to hold her precious puppy’s head in place, letting her shaft get unsheathed from that tight throat. But in doing so she neglects her other arm.

“Hhhhheeeieiiee~...!” Adeline’s moaned squeak is muffled, her face shoved into her Draconic lover’s heavy sack. The bunny-mouse girl’s tiny tongue flicks out past her little lips, licking at the virile orbs that are currently her entire world.

Krvavy grits her teeth and holds back her bliss. There is still another trait to look at... She just... needs to get through it...

Mark of Royal Reverence: The seed of your soul planted within Thea’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 size, position, and visibility of which she can freely adjust. As a result of the bond that you now share, Thea may choose one of your Divine Blessings to partially copy, receiving a portion of its power for herself.
–> ________

The place where that brat’s borrowed blessing would be is blank. Has she not yet decided on which one to take? Krvavy doesn’t get the chance to ask. Not before her mind goes just as blank, at least.

“Rrmghk~!” Khalia’s rumbled moan is quickly cut off, her whole body trembling with bliss as a thick rope of sticky seed shoots into the back of her throat. Four points of pressure swiftly slide up the sensitive underside of that swollen shaft she loves so much, ridge after ridge popping free from the pleasant prison of her plump lips. “Khhghn~!” Her sharp teeth catch on the flared crown of that throbbing cockhead, refusing to let it fully escape her embrace.

“Hhheeiieiehhhhnnhh~...!” Adeline’s trilling moans echo through the clenched sack of the very virile Dragon she has promised to marry. That tiny Halfling trembles and squirms, her little hands helping to hold up those heavy and huge balls as they aggressively churn away, pumping creamy cum through the colossal cock all but resting atop her dark-blonde hair.

Tingling arcs of ecstasy pulse throughout the barbarian’s very being. Her breath catches in her throat, reducing any pleasured sounds she could make to hardly more than half a gasp.

The Were-Beast’s wide tongue wiggles, both hugging and teasing a certain delicate spot which rests just beneath the very tip of that trapped dick, giving it even more encouragement to unload into her wet and warm mouth. “Ghrrmghh~!” Her cheeks soon puff out, parts of that large load leaking past the imperfect seal of her lips and dripping down her chin.

More naughty noises can be heard from across the room, adding to the seductive symphony dancing through the air. Softly groaned sounds peak into sharp gasps as that lewd noble girl thoroughly enjoys this private and perverted show.

“Ghhnnrrnh~...!” A deluge of sticky seed spills onto the Greenskin’s great tits as she suddenly jerks her head back from that erupting rod, the last spurt splattering across her face. Immediately, her paw-like hands dart forwards.

“Eeeiiieehmhmph~!” Adeline’s surprised squeak shifts into a muffled moan, her little lips claimed in a forceful and faintly frenzied kiss. She shudders and shakes ever so slightly, audibly gulping down the delicious treat that Khalia is so generously sharing with her, melting just a bit more with each mouthful she swallows. Her big hazel-brown eyes quickly go half-lidded, then close entirely. “Mhphhhmhh~...!”

The barbarian’s hands fall away from both bunny-mouse and Were-Beast, one instinctively reaching out to grab at the polished wood bedpost resting by the wall – though she is a bit past the point of truly needing that sort of support – while the other wraps its fingers around her girthy shaft. Slowly, she strokes herself to the slutty sight of that sloppy kiss, mindlessly milking the last few drops from her length and making just a bit more of a mess in the process.

A single furred finger trails up the timid blonde’s tiny back, the claw at its tip leaving a faint white line alongside that girl’s short spine. That paw-like hand suddenly splays out, its padded palm completely covering the space between Adeline’s shoulder blades, dragging the Halfling’s nearly flat chest into the cum-coated cleavage of this Were-Beast’s bountiful breasts.

“Mhphhh~!” As usual, that tight hug is accompanied by an adorable squeak, one slightly silenced by a sloppy kiss. It is soon followed by a much longer and louder, though just as muffled, squeal. “Mmhghhpphhmhheeiphh~!”

The tightly stretched ropes supporting that soft mattress creak just a bit as Khalia falls back onto the bed with a heavy pmmf, the Halfling dragged down with her, ending up lying prone atop her buff body.

“Hmph~...!”

The sharp click of fingers being snapped echoes through the room. A wave of tingling warmth washes over all those present, leaving not a drop of spilled seed left to stain soft fabric as the mess that had been made is cleaned up in a matter of moments. Mostly. That cleansing sensation isn’t quite as thorough as it has been in the past. The cum had been cleaned up, but Krvavy’s cock still glistens with the sloppy sheen of her precious puppy’s slick and slobbering saliva.

A soft belly and some even softer breasts squish into the Drakling’s side, pressing up against the layer of clingy fabric that covers her incredibly toned thigh.

“Typical~...” Thea dramatically sighs, trailing her delicate touch down the still-stiff length of her Draconic lover’s dick, unbothered by its mildly messy state. “Just once is never enough to satisfy your perverse desires~...” Her dainty fingertips briefly brush against the back of Krvavy’s slowly stroking hand. “You are so insatiable, always needing more and more and more~...” The tinge of excitement barely hidden beneath her sultry complaints only grows in intensity as her own teasing hand drops further down. “Such a rapacious and voracious Dragon~...”

“Haahhh~...” Krvavy heavily exhales, letting that breath hiss through her bared teeth, a wide grin spreading across her face. “My, you’re in quite the lewd mood, huh~?”

The bratty girl partially palms half of that Drakling’s hefty sack, feeling the weight of the virile orb within. “Why would I not be~?” Thea dreamily asks, a loving and lustful smile playing at her lips as she peers up at her Draconic fiancée, soft-blue eyes gazing deep into an emerald pair. “The dreadful man that I was to wed has been slain, by your hand no less~. And you, the one I love more than anything else, have grown all the more powerful for cutting down that bastard~.”

Krvavy’s heart flutters as her first fiancée begins to gently massage just one of her churning balls, those delicate fingers hardly able to hold its huge size.

“If the others were here~...” The noble girl softly shakes her head. “You would not have spent so much of yesterday running around putting out fires, nor would you waste away today helping clean up this mess~. All of that time would have been put to better use celebrating your victory~. So go on~,” she suddenly pulls away from the barbarian’s body, taking a step back. “Drain those heavy jewels of yours, let not even a drop remain unspent~..!”

Smkk...!

The Drakling simply quirks her brow as Thea’s hand lingers on her toned ass, that encouraging spank hardly more than a light tap. She shrugs and takes a quarter of a step forwards, shins bumping into the bedframe.

“Rrmmph~?!” Like a trap that had just been sprung, Khalia’s strong legs jump up and snap closed around Krvavy’s waist, nearly knocking the barbarian off balance. Her paw-like hands grasp onto Adeline’s wondrously wide hips, dragging that tiny blonde down to her buff belly and ending their sloppy kiss. A big, dopey grin fills her face, shaggy tail wagging as best it can while hanging halfway off the bed. “Maahhte~...!”

Thwkk...!

The bottom-heavy bunny-mouse goes stiff. “Eeeeiih~...!” She sharply inhales, trembling with lustful need as the considerable weight of Krvavy’s colossal cock comes to rest atop her round and rather large rear. Immediately, her thin tail twists and coils around that ridged rod, its tufted tip brushing against the magical mark that decorates Krvavy’s pale skin.

“Speaking of growing more powerful~...” The Drakling shakes her head and vaguely returns to the conversation at hand... all while slowly sawing her swollen shaft through the soft valley of Adeline’s ass, hips thrusting forwards and lazily getting pulled back. “I couldn’t help but notice something interesting about your mark~.”

Quite casually, Thea walks away from that lewd scene, heading over towards her old wardrobe. “What, that I can freely change the size and position of it, making my ‘complaint’ on it being ‘garish’ even more hollow?”

The barbarian blankly blinks, finding herself glancing back towards the description for Thea’s Mark of Royal Reverence. It does indeed allow that extra bit of customization, unlike the previous ones which could only have their ‘visibility’ changed.

“That level of control is not unique to me.” The silver-blonde brat idly explains, as if she could hear Krvavy’s thoughts. “Khalia can do it too. And Beryl probably can as well. Not that I bothered to ask.” The mildly ornate door to Thea’s old wardrobe swings open. Countless colourful fabrics hang within. She ignores those, instead crouching down and pulling out a drawer near the bottom. “They all seem to have been improved when I got a mark of my own.”

Which would make sense. Krvavy gained the ability to change the size and position of her own Mark when she claimed Khalia. So there is already a precedent for it to passively upgrade when she claims another girl. But... “That’s, uh, not what I meant.” She shakes her head again, hips still thrusting at a rather relaxed pace. “You didn’t take one of my blessings.”

“Hmph.” Thea doesn’t immediately reply, busy rummaging through her own belongings. “I am not quite sure which one I want,” she states after a few long seconds. “It does not say that I have to take one right away though, so there is no rush. I am not so impulsive as to follow in the footsteps of that horny hyena of yours, picking one without so much as a second passing by...” That pouty princess pauses, lifting her chin just a little. “I can take my time if I so wish.”

“Eeeeiieeie~...!” Adeline’s warbled squeak is slightly muffled, her face firmly buried between Khalia’s big green-skinned breasts as she lies prone atop that Were-Beast. If it weren’t for the fact that her trembling arms are all but wrapped around those giant tits, helping them resist the pull of gravity, then she wouldn’t be quite as smothered by them.

“What about you?” The noble girl glances back over her shoulder, soft-blue eyes peering through the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses. “You must have earned a lot of Favour for killing that bastard. And for marking me~...” A bit of pink colours her cheeks as she mutters out that last bit.

“Hehehhehehhheh~...” Khalia’s quiet cackling echoes through the air, her paw-like hands kneading Adeline’s ample rear, squishing those cheeks around her Draconic Mate’s dick. A tinge of arousal can be heard in her light laughter, no doubt fed by the squirming Halfling inadvertently rubbing against her needy slit, but she is clearly content with keeping this lewd act at its current level of casualness.