Winding Down & Levelling Up

“Hnngh...” Krvavy groans out as she rolls to the side, her spent cock slipping free from Thea’s thoroughly used slit. A deluge of cum follows after the barbarians softened rod, steadily flowing down and mixing with the puddle of their combined juices that is soaking into the patch of moss beneath their sweaty bodies.

Krvavy is exhausted. Completely and utterly exhausted. She can hardly lift her head from her place beside Thea’s prone and quivering form. She definitely went a bit overboard here. Especially with that last position... She basically just planked above the girl while fucking down into her, like some sort of perverse push-up. Krvavy’s arms and legs are numb after that workout...

“Here, my dearest love.” Beryl’s gentle voice nearly whispers out as she brings a cup of water to Krvavy’s lips.

Thirstily drinking it down, Krvavy gazes up at her tanned tomboyish elf inquisitively.

“Ah just got back a few minutes ago.” The elf quietly answers the unasked question. “Only got ta see the tail end o’ yer couplin’. It looked... tirin’. Ya doin’ alright?”

Krvavy gives a lazy thumbs up as she sips on the water. From the corner of her eyes she sees a bit of movement, drawing her attention over to where Khalia is impatiently sitting. The Orc is hardly staying still, shaking in excitement as she stares hungrily at the mess of cum oozing out of Thea.

“Ah told ‘er ta sit back over there so she wouldn’t bug ya.” Beryl states after a quick glance back over her shoulder at the Orc. “Yer puppy doesn’t like seein’ all o’ yer seed go ta waste like this.”

“Then let her come over...” Krvavy yawns out. “We’ll need to clean up anyway...”

The wood elf nods her head and turns towards the Orc. “Khalia! Come ‘ere!”

Khalia is up on her feet before the elf is even done calling for her, scrambling over and immediately shoving her face into Krvavy’s crotch. The Orc eagerly licks and laps along the barbarian’s softened length, getting a bit frustrated as the spent shaft remains soft.

Krvavy relaxes into the moss bedding beneath her, letting herself enjoy the tongue bath that her Orc is providing.

“Glad ta see tha’ the moss held up well enough under ya.” Beryl idly states. “Better than yer human’s clothes, at least.”

Slightly confused, Krvavy’s eyes make their way towards Thea to see what the elf means. Trailing down the noble girl’s glistening back and over the reddened swell of her ass, Krvavy’s heart sinks. The garter belt has finally had enough, snapping apart and no longer hugging onto Thea’s slim waist. And the stockings aren’t in a much better state either, as a myriad of new holes and tears have opened up across them.

“Ach, don’t feel bad fer tha’. It’s just clothin’.”

“Yeah... but it all looked so... so good on her...!” The barbarian tiredly groans out.

Beryl seems unperturbed by Krvavy’s complaints, simply handing another cup of water to the barbarian. “Was yer relief this mornin’ not enough?” The elf asks, changing the topic.

“Hmm?”

“Ya didn’t seem pent up or anythin’, but seein’ this...” The elf gestures to the still-quivering mess that is Thea.

“Oh... No, it was enough... I... I just got carried away here...” Krvavy admits with a bit of embarrassment. “How long were you out for...?”

“Around half o’ the day.” Beryl shrugs out.

“Damn...” Krvavy mutters out. The barbarian spent around three or four hours fucking Thea non-stop. No wonder she is so sore. But that does raise a question in her mind...

Krvavy lazily raises a hand up and brings it down onto Thea’s ass, leaving yet another hand print on the jiggling flesh. The noble girl moans out, sending a faint tingle of warmth through Krvavy. Nymph’s Respite is still active.

The noise and movement catches Khalia’s attention, causing the Orc to abandon her fruitless efforts of reviving Krvavy’s cock in favour of burying her face between Thea’s thighs and lapping up the creamy mess.

Beryl raises an eyebrow at that, looking questioningly at the barbarian.

“This was... a celebration, I suppose.” Krvavy shrugs out as best she can while lying down. “Thea figured out how to do her magic by activating her skill while–”

“Ya’re tellin’ me tha’ she didn’t try tha’ before?” The elf incredulously interrupts, her voice tinged with derision.

The barbarian narrows her eyes at the tomboyish wood elf. Beryl knows that Thea has a few hang-ups regarding her literal sex magic, so that shouldn’t be a surprise. “She wanted to learn how to do magic without relying on her skill.”

The essentially **** noble girl moans out loudly, her body quivering as Khalia feasts away between her thighs. The Orc’s wide tongue digs deep inside of Thea, scooping out as much of Krvavy’s cum as she can, inadvertently pleasuring the girl.

Beryl waves her hand dismissively, not caring about whatever excuses Thea might have. The elf briefly focuses her eyes on the used noble brat, before reading something out of the air. “Hmm... Her Nymph’s Respite costs ten mana a second ta maintain, and ya say she activated it hours ago? Guess she isn’t useless after all.”

Krvavy gently smiles at Thea, lovingly running her fingers through silver-blonde brat’s messy hair. A quick Inspect shows that Thea’s mana is steadily going down, but not quite as fast as it should be: it only seems to be decreasing by around one point every thirty or so seconds. Guess Khalia isn’t giving her enough pleasure to keep it going perpetually, unlike Krvavy. That really strokes the barbarian’s ego. The fact that she could fuck her bratty noble girl into such a pleasured stupor that Thea’s sex magic more or less becomes self-sustaining...

Those thoughts trail off as the familiarly odd non-physical feeling of Inspect prods at her awareness. Glancing back over to Beryl, she sees the elf staring at her expectantly, and simply raises an eyebrow in response.

“Ah’d like ta see how much o’ yer mana she regenerated. So, please, if Ah may...?”

“Sure.” Krvavy replies with a nod, letting the elf’s Inspect go through. Beryl could have been a bit more polite, such as by asking first, but Krvavy is a bit too exhausted to care right now.

“Hmm.” The elf hums out in disappointment, prompting Krvavy to bring up her character sheet to see for herself.

Immediately, Krvavy frowns. She isn’t exactly disappointed like her elf is. It is more that she is underwhelmed. Her mana is at 243 out of 260. Seventeen points off of being full. That isn’t bad by any means, as she would only be around 40 to 50 points of mana if she had relied solely on her own regeneration over the past three to four hours. So getting around 190 extra mana for a few hours of fucking is honestly kind of ridiculous.

Just not compared to how much mana Thea generated for herself. The girl had to have been getting at least ten per minute to keep her spell active, but Krvavy only got... Well, she isn’t going to bother doing the math, but she definitely got less than a tenth of that.

“Tha’ is less impressive.” Beryl states, likely following the same train of thought as the barbarian.

“Well,” Krvavy begins to defend her **** brat, “it was her first time using it. And the spell was only level one... So really, it is pretty amazing, all things considered.”

Beryl simply makes a neutral noise in response, seemingly not caring too much. Instead, the elf leans down and gives Krvavy a kiss on the forehead. “Ya should rest. Regain yer strength before we go and use up tha’ mana o’ yers.”

The barbarian opens her mouth to argue, but cuts herself off with a tired yawn. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to rest for just a little bit...

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“And... there!” Krvavy happily states, stepping back from the waist high wall of stone to look at her handiwork. The barbarian decided to use the extra mana to build the fireplace, filling in a gap she had left for it. Granted, it isn’t much to look at right now, as it still needs a whole lot of finer sculpting, but it does look like a fireplace. Just a fireplace though, as it has a hole at the top where a chimney should be rather than an actual chimney.
A small imperfection on the side catches her eye: one of the blocks appears to be overhanging ever so slightly. Moving a hand towards it, Krvavy quickly flattens it away and–

Level Up! You have reached Level 10. As a Drakling blessed by a divine power, you have 5 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.

It has been quite some time since she last levelled up. Or at least it feels like it has been. Krvavy isn’t exactly keeping track of time. It isn’t like she has a calendar, and she definitely isn’t going to be scratching tally marks into the wall. That would make this feel too much like a prison... and she would rather not think about that...

“Huh.” Krvavy mutters out as a couple more notifications fill her vision.

Congratulations for reaching the first milestone level: 10
At this level you are normally eligible to choose a tier 2 class, but as you already have a tier 2 class (Barbarian) you will instead unlock its full potential: bonuses to Might, Endurance, & Toughness are increased to 2 plus an additional 2.5% of the base attribute values.

+1 Divine Favour, for growing in strength.

“What is it, my dearest love?” Beryl speaks up from her place beside the campfire, stirring the stew.

“I just levelled up,” Krvavy responds, “my class now gives a little bit more of a bonus, and I got more divine favour.”

“Oh?” The elf perks up hearing that last bit.

“Just one point.” The barbarian dryly states. “Not enough to buy anything of value.”

Beryl clicks her tongue. “It gets ya closer, at least. But see, it was worth spendin’ some o’ tha’ mana learnin’ Windborne Haste earlier.”

“I guess.” Krvavy shrugs her shoulders. The spell is pretty costly for her, using twenty mana per second, so she isn’t certain how useful it’ll actually be. She can only really activate it in short bursts. So part of Krvavy would have liked to use the forty or so mana it took to learn Windborne Haste on the renovations instead, but she isn’t going to complain about levelling up a little bit sooner. Especially because she now has enough stat points to get Willpower up to 25, and that new milestone trait will give her more mana.

Willful Warrior I: Increases Willpower by 5% and strengthens the effect it has on Mana & Resistances. Associated attribute = Willpower.

Krvavy is fairly happy with that, for the most part. She more or less got what she expected from increasing Willpower: a small percentage stat bonus, more mana, and better resistances. And hopefully it’ll also be enough to resist magical compulsion, though she can’t exactly test that out...

It is also rather satisfying to see her total health at an even 750. Nothing particularly special about that, it’s just kind of nice that it happened by pure chance. The just over one-hundred point increase to her total mana is nice too, as her spells are all pretty expensive, but it isn’t all that impressive compared to the rest of her stats. Not yet, at least. Guess she should check her resistances to see what changed. But first...

“The loincloth is done, yeah?” Krvavy asks her elf.

“Aye.” Beryl replies, turning to where the pelt clothing is lying. “Ya ready ta try it on?”

The barbarian nods as Beryl hands it to her. It is pretty similar to her last one, just a little bit smaller, noticeably thinner, and a muddy brown colour rather than a grey-white. Going to a deer pelt feels a bit like a downgrade from her nice ice-wolf one, but she doesn’t exactly have a choice.

Tying the corded leather belt in place over her hips, Krvavy makes sure the loincloth is properly on before glancing down at herself. It is kind of difficult to see how it looks on herself without a mirror, but it seems pretty nice. Definitely a lot skimpier than her last one, putting more of her muscled thighs on display, but it covers up what it needs to so she can’t complain. Now to see how good it is.

Well, her True Defence has increased, though she has no idea if that is due to the skimpier nature of her new loincloth or the fact that she had upgraded her Naturists Blessing. But what really catches her eye is that 10% base magical resistance, as that sounds pretty great. If it works the way she thinks it does, at least. Is there a way to check that...?

Base magical resistances reduce damage taken from all sources that are classified as Magical, additive with the other specific resistances. For example, taking Fire damage with a Base resistance of 10% and a Fire resistance of 5% would reduce the Fire damage by 15% (10% + 5% = 15%).

Krvavy can’t help but smile at that. It does work the way she thought it did, and it is glorious. From what she remembers, Tough It Out I increased her physical resistances by 5% each, so a 10% resistance to all types of magic is beyond great.

“Oh, my dearest love~!” Beryl almost moans out, pressing herself against the barbarian’s side. “Ya are growin’ stronger and stronger~!”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow amusedly and opens her mouth to playfully respond, but she doesn’t get chance to speak before being cut off.

“W-wha...?” Thea yawns out confusedly.

“You’re finally awake?” The barbarian turns her head towards Thea’s tired form.

“Hardly...” The girl groans out as she lazily sits up. “What... What time is it...?”

“It’s just about dinner time.” Beryl states as she reluctantly pulls back from Krvavy, returning to the stew.

Thea seems rather relieved to hear that, likely fairly hungry after all that has happened today, which included missing lunch in favour of being fucked. “I... seem to have levelled up.” She blankly states, before a smug grin finds its way onto her tired face. “Now I am the same level as you, my dragon!”

“Ach, no yer not.” Beryl coldly points out. “Our dearest love just levelled up as well.”

“Dammit!” The noble brat curses out, before sighing deeply and shaking her head in disappointment. “I... need to allocate my points now...?” Her brows furrow in confusion.

“Tha’ is how levelling up works, yes.” The elf dryly states.

“I know that!” Thea indignantly spits back. “But I was... I was ****! They should have allocated themselves!”

“We, uh, scried you earlier,” Krvavy speaks up, not entirely certain of the right terms to use, “and you were still level eight then. So it must be because you levelled up while sleeping...?”

“Hmm... I suppose that would make sense...” The silver-blonde noble girl idly states. “It does stipulate that they will be allocated when I fall asleep...”

“So, do you know what you’ll put the points into?” Krvavy curiously questions.

“Perhaps Endurance so that I can... withstand you better and... do not have to feel like this every time...” Thea grumbles out tiredly.

“Wait!” The barbarian quickly stops her girl. “You are so close to getting the trait from Allure! So you should get that, my cute little Courtesan~!”

Thea’s face flushes and her eyes narrow. “D-do not call me that! And why should I make myself more attractive to you?! I would like to have a life outside of our bed!”

“Those traits are pretty good, so it is worth getting them.” Krvavy insists. “Besides, your magic uses Allure, so the more you have the better it’ll be.”

“Fine,” Thea relents, “five points into Allure. That leaves one. Where do you want it, oh mighty and wise dragon?” The girl sarcastically asks.

“Well,” The barbarian begins, ignoring Thea’s annoyance, “how about Composure? That way you’ll be able to get the milestone trait for it next level.”

“Why would I ever need to increase Composure?” The silver-blonde brat asks with an unpleasant tone. “One of the traits that you tainted me with provides me with more than enough: a full quarter of all my Eromancy and Sex skill levels.”

“Yeah, but the trait.” Krvavy emphasizes. “You should at least get it up to twenty-five, and then you can ignore it for the rest of your life if you want. And that should also help you withstand me~!” The barbarian teasingly points out, before looking inquisitively towards Beryl. “Right?”

“Probably.” The elf shrugs out uncaringly as she fills their bowls with stew. “Dinner is ready.”

“Ugh, fine!” Thea groans out. “But I am increasing Endurance after that! No matter what!”

“Deal.” Krvavy agrees, taking the offered bowl from Beryl.

Alluring Appeal I: Increases Allure by 7.5%, increases its effect on Health & Stamina Regeneration, and improves sexual affinities.

“Hey!” Thea immediately complains as she feels Krvavy use Inspect on her.

“Sorry.” The barbarian insincerely apologizes with a shrug. “I just wanted to see your new trait.”

The silver-blonde brat wordlessly grumbles into her stew for a few moments. “Useful... Right, like I need more sexual affinities...” She quietly huffs out in annoyance.

Krvavy just warmly smiles as she reaches over and pats Thea’s head, prompting the girl to glare at her.

“My dearest love, when did ya want ta move the fire?” Beryl asks, tilting her head towards the empty frame of the fireplace. “In the mornin’?”

“No, it probably won’t be for a little while.” Krvavy replies with a shake of her head. “I need to build a chimney first, and I’m... not entirely sure how I’ll do that...”

Beryl opens her mouth to respond, but gets cut off as Thea interrupts her. “Why am I naked?” The noble girl asks. “More so than usual.” She sourly adds, seeing the elf raise an eyebrow.

“We made quite a mess earlier.” Krvavy points out. “I brought you down to the hot spring for a bath, and your stockings are still drying.”

“You... bathed me and I... I did not wake up...?” The silver-blonde brat confusedly questions.

“You were really out of it.” The barbarian says with a smile.

“Didn’t stop ya from moanin’ at our dearest love’s every touch though.” Beryl adds with a smirk.

Thea’s face flushes a bright red as she glares at the elf.

“Ah did not say tha’ was a bad thing.” Beryl shrugs out in response.

“Oh, and your garter snapped.” Krvavy adds, almost offhandedly.

“WHAT!?”

“Yeah, and your stockings are falling apart. So you should probably get used to not wearing them all the time.”

“Y-YOU!” The silver-blonde brat rages out, pounding her fists uselessly against the barbarian’s arm.

Krvavy just chuckles lightly as Thea puffs her cheeks out and pouts. “You are just so adorable~!”

The bratty noble girl glares even more at Krvavy, but that just makes her look even cuter to the barbarian.

Unable to resist, Krvavy leans in and kisses Thea on the forehead.