Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

Relevant Tags & Content Warning:

Tomboy, Strip Tease, Oral (Cunnilingus & (Messy) Blowjob), Flexible, Sixty-Nine.

There is also a little bit of blood at the end (not in a sexual way).

And Futa on Female, but that’s a given.

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Wisps of steam billow through the air, backlit by the dim light emanating from the bubbling hot spring water.

Beryl’s fingers slip free from Krvavy’s grasp. “Would ya... like me ta make a show o’ it?” The tomboyish Elf tentatively asks, sounding a little unsure of herself as she softly nibbles on her bottom lip.

“Yes.” Krvavy replies without hesitation, looking the lithe Elf up and down. They are both still a little sooty, but this tomboy’s outfit covers all but her head and hands, so that matters a lot less for her.

Suddenly much more nervous, Beryl takes a deep breath and begins to unbuckle her bark bracers. She unceremoniously places them down beside the hot spring pool, before turning back to Krvavy. A subdued smile plays at her lips as she begins undressing in earnest.

The barbarian’s heart flutters as the tanned tomboy’s bright blue-green eyes lock onto her own emerald pair. Beryl grows ever more confident, refusing to break her gaze even as she unties the knots holding her wooden breastplate in place.

That piece of armour falls to the ground with a clunk.

The loose fabric of this Elf’s green tunic is slowly pulled upwards, slipping free from where it was tucked into those tight leather pants. A faint sliver of caramel skin – a shade ever so slightly lighter than her hands and face – appears as that top is lifted at an almost tortuously slow pace. Bit by bit, this tomboy’s tantalizingly toned tummy is revealed.

Krvavy can’t help herself. Her eyes drop down to that beautiful sight, missing the smug smile spreading across Beryl’s face.

The Wood Elf’s midriff is incredibly well-defined, almost unnaturally smooth and taught. But unlike Krvavy’s exaggerated abs, the belly of this tomboyish Elf exudes elegance and grace, looking more like the strong core of a dancer or gymnast. Those lean muscles tense and shift as her long legs move, one all but wrapping around the other to let her leisurely spin around on the spot.

Beryl’s body turns away just as the green tunic lifts up high enough to reveal her breasts, bound in a grey fabric wrapped around her torso. But in doing so she exposes her back. A picture of strength and beauty stretches from Beryl’s shoulders to her hips, and something about it just draws Krvavy in. While her abs weren’t individually defined, the muscles here are, though they don’t look out of place on the Elf’s slim body. Sculpted and supple.

Tossing the tunic aside, Beryl glances back over her shoulder with a playful twinkle in her eye. She straightens up, standing tall and proud before beginning to bend down at the waist, putting her firm rear in those tight leather pants on full display. The lithe Elf leans further and further forwards, spreading her legs a little as she does so and stopping only when her head is near her knees. Her upside-down face winks at Krvavy.

The flexible tomboy begins to loosen the rest of her bark armour and then deftly unties her boots, all the while wiggling her tight ass. Letting the wooden armour fall to the ground, Beryl slowly rises back up, sensually trailing her hands along her form-fitting pants as she does so.

Still facing away from Krvavy, the Wood Elf woman leans slightly to the side and lifts one leg above the ground. That leg slowly swings upwards in an arc, showing off just how incredibly flexible she is as it ends directly above the other, as if she was doing the splits while standing. Her knee bends, bringing her foot closer so that she can more easily take off her boot and the sock beneath it, tossing both aside before repeating all of that with her other leg.

Now standing with just the bindings around her breasts and the tight pants clinging to her legs, Beryl glances back over her shoulder one more time, smiling widely as she sees Krvavy’s utterly entranced gaze. Grabbing onto the waistband of her pants, the tomboyish Elf begins to slowly shimmy them down over her shapely ass, gyrating her hips in a circle as she does so.

Sinking between the firm mounds of her ass is a grey strip of fabric similar to those binding her breasts. It seems she has wrapped up her hips in a basic form of underwear, keeping just the most important parts covered up.

As her leather pants continue their journey down, the light caramel flesh of her long legs is revealed bit by bit. Her legs are nearly as toned as her belly, and just like the lithe Elf’s midriff they exude an elegant strength.

Beryl steps out of her pants and finally turns back around, flushing with arousal and with anticipation clear on her face.

The tanned Wood Elf playfully brings a hand up to her chest, resting her arm across her covered breasts. Her other hand goes behind her back, and with a single tug causes the bindings to fall away.

Her breasts are not completely hidden by her arm, as Krvavy can see the swell to them. They are possibly around a B-cup in size, perhaps a little smaller. To the Elf they are nice handfuls of firm flesh, and Krvavy can hardly wait to see what they are like between her own fingers.

Focusing so much attention on those tanned Elvish breasts almost makes Krvavy miss Beryl untying the last of her underwear and letting it drop down. Just like the rest of the Elf’s lithe body, Beryl’s slit is smooth and hairless. She is dripping wet, with her juices visibly running down her thighs, and a quick glance at the discarded undergarment shows it to have a soaked spot as well.

“Like wha’ ya see, my dearest love~?” Beryl purrs out, slowly stalking towards Krvavy, sensually placing one foot in front of the next.

The pure arousal pouring from the tomboyish Wood Elf’s mouth causes Krvavy’s long since hardened rod to twitch... which in turn causes her lifted loincloth to slip and fall aside.

Beryl’s eyes go wide with surprise as her attention snaps down towards the Drakling’s exposed dick.

Guilt flashes through Krvavy as she realizes that she never actually told Beryl about this. She may have implied it when explaining how she broke her Orc, but... Krvavy never explicitly stated that she had a cock. And, from what Beryl has said, this Elf is almost certainly a lesbian. So if it wasn’t for that collar, would she even...? “Sorry... I should have told you about this. It just... passed my mind...”

The sound of guilt in Krvavy’s voice shakes the Elf out of her shock. “Ach, no! There is nothin’ ya got ta be sorry about! Ya just caught me off guard, is all!”

“It’s just that, well, you like women yeah? I should have been more upfront, even with the... you know...” Krvavy softly shakes her head. She doesn’t want to take advantage of this Elf – more than she already is at least – but this...

“Ach, stop tha’! Ah’m not disgusted or anything, so don’t ya worry! Ah’m actually ‘appy tha’ ya’re one of those Draklings!” Beryl professes, grabbing onto Krvavy’s hands. “And yeah, Ah know about tha’, even if Ah needed my memory jogged a little. Ya don’t live as long as Ah ‘ave without learning a bit about the others who walk these lands.”

Standing on the tips of her toes, Beryl gives Krvavy a quick peck on her lips. “Really, this is great~! Ah ‘ave never slept with a man before, or even a woman like ya! So ya’d be my first~! Oh, ‘ow ‘appy Ah am ta share that wit’ ya~!”

Krvavy opens her mouth, but is swiftly silenced by yet another quick kiss.

“And it isn’t just tha’ tha’ Ah’m ‘appy about! Because ya ‘ave this thick spear,” the Elf purrs as both of her hands suddenly grip onto Krvavy’s shaft, “Ah can ‘ave yer children~! Oh, Ah’m so...” tears well up in her blue-green eyes. “Ah never thought...! And even when ya’re gone, years and years from now, Ah’ll ‘ave our children and our children’s children ta keep me company!”

The sudden talk of having kids stuns Krvavy, causing her to take half a step back. Which the overly affectionate Elf quite obviously notices.

“Ach, don’t ya worry about ‘avin’ any babes right now! We Elves aren’t the easiest ta breed, and this is a safe time fer me! And even when it isn’t safe fer tha’, Ah can mix up some herbs ta keep from catchin’ the swelling sickness~! Ah should probably do that fer yer other girls, yeah?”

Krvavy nods at that, a bit shocked at having gotten really worried and then reassured in such a short time. She takes a long, deep breath. Without much thought, she puts aside that more serious topic and decides to return her attention back towards what they are supposed to be doing down here. She doesn’t want to ruin the mood and spoil Beryl’s... first time.

With just a bit of fumbling, the barbarian’s loincloth is untied and dropped to the ground, getting kicked away. Her other hand brushes over Beryl’s cheek, gently cupping the flushed Elf’s chin. She gazes down into those beautiful and bright blue-green eyes. They really are like gemstones... Her scaled thumb pokes at the Elf’s lip, and without breaking eye contact Beryl accepts it into her mouth, shamelessly suckling on it.

The sight of that causes a jolt of lust to shoot through Krvavy, her cock throbbing in Beryl’s hands. But Krvavy doesn’t give in and actively tries to resist that lust. She wants to stay in control of herself, so that she can make this special for Beryl.

Stooping down, Krvavy pulls her thumb from Beryl’s mouth and claims those lips with her own. The scent of woodsmoke still lingers around them both, but it is overpowered as a sweet, faintly fruity flavour fills her mouth. She planned on going a bit slow and being more romantic with the kiss, but that plan is thrown out the window as Beryl eagerly and enthusiastically begins to kiss Krvavy back.

It immediately becomes apparent that Beryl is much, much more experienced at kissing than Krvavy is. The Elf’s nimble tongue dances around Krvavy’s mouth, wrestling the barbarian’s inhumanly long and far larger tongue with ease.

Lust spiking up once more, Krvavy leans further into Beryl and hungrily forces her tongue into the Elf’s mouth. Beryl quickly falls into a more submissive role, letting Krvavy’s tongue explore and dance as it wishes, though the tomboyish Wood Elf is far from passive and seems to guide Krvavy as she does so.

Despite the increasingly aggressive kiss, Beryl’s hands continue to stroke Krvavy’s long shaft. It almost feels like the tomboy is trying to memorize each and every detail of Krvavy’s cock with how much care she is putting in her caressing motions. Her fingers trace over each and every flared ridge, feeling the beating of Krvavy’s heart within that stiff and girthy thing.

Even though Beryl should be just as unskilled as Thea was, the Elf’s nimble hands are bringing much more pleasure to Krvavy than those of the bratty noble. Her touch trails along the ridged rod, playfully climbing up to the head where she teases the tip and collect Krvavy’s pre, before spreading it all the way back down along the stiff length, repeating that again and again and again.

Krvavy abruptly pulls back from the kiss, leaving Beryl looking a little bit disappointed until she sees the sheer lust in Krvavy’s eyes.

Firmly grabbing onto the lithe Elf’s shoulders, Krvavy forces Beryl into a stream of warm water falling down from the hot spring above them, before following the Elf into that heavy shower. The ash, soot, and sweat of the busy day that they’ve both had washes off their bodies with ease. Krvavy’s hands glide around to this tomboy’s toned back, pulling the Elf into a hug as she steps out of the rejuvenating waterfall as quickly as they had entered it.

Beryl takes all of that in stride, quivering with excitement as the Drakling’s dick presses against her athletic midriff, pulsing with need. The tomboyish Wood Elf’s tanned body glistens in the dim light of the hot springs. Her fit and graceful figure is even more alluring than before. Perfection has nothing on this Elf.

Krvavy stops the tomboy from leaning in for another kiss. As much as Krvavy has grown to love kissing, she has something better in mind.

The Drakling’s towering height decreases as she lowers herself to the ground, hands gliding across smooth caramel coloured skin. Her knees press into the ground. The faintest frown plays at her lips. Even sitting with her ass on her ankles, Krvavy’s eyes are still roughly level with Beryl’s bellybutton.

Her thick tail twists to the side as she lifts up a little, fingers digging into this tomboy’s hips as she carefully leans back, dragging the Elf with her. Warm stone presses into her upper back as she rests on the ground, hips jutting up into the air due to the mildly inconvenient presence of her rather meaty tail. Her stiff cock twitches in need, angrily pointing towards her.

Beryl glances back over her shoulder, eyes drawn to Krvavy’s crotch. She reaches a hand out towards that neglected length, wanting to give the barbarian some relief. But once again Krvavy stops her, dragging the kneeling Elf even closer.

“Oh~!” Beryl gasps in pleasure as Krvavy forcibly makes the tanned tomboy straddle her face. Despite their size Krvavy’s horns do not get in the way of that, instead they help keep the Elf in place. The lower pair rest comfortably against the curve of Beryl’s firm ass, cupping those toned cheeks and giving her a place to rest against. The upper pair of horns give the Elf handles to hold onto, which she happily uses as she looks down between her legs, staring lovingly at Krvavy’s lust filled eyes.

Grabbing onto Beryl’s athletic thighs, her fingers digging into caramel skin, Krvavy begins to explore her Elf’s soaked slit. Without any hesitation, the tip of her long tongue trails around Beryl’s lower lips, putting extra care in making sure that she uses the fleshy bumps along its upper edges to give the lithe Elf even more pleasure.

Krvavy has never eaten out another woman before, especially not in this body with this overly sexual tongue. But she has a general idea on what to do. She knows what feels good from her time outside of this game and in the real world, as Leanna.

The fact that Beryl seems to have a rather fruity flavour to her is kind of odd, but not unpleasant. Just the pervert developers at it again... But this time... Krvavy doesn’t mind their degeneracy.

Taking advantage of her long and surprisingly dexterous tongue, Krvavy continues to trail it around while she brings her attention to Beryl’s clit. It is fairly small and looks rather pointy, with a very narrow tip. A bit odd, but not ugly or unappealing in any way. Rather cute, in fact...

Pushing those thoughts aside, Krvavy opens her mouth and engulfs that thin Elvish clit, along with the rest of Beryl’s slit. It isn’t the easiest thing to do, with her long tongue now pressed slightly inside of the Elf, but Krvavy is able to focus her attention on Beryl’s clit while her tongue continues to roam around. The position is a bit awkward, with just the upper half of her mouth available, but she can still apply some gentle suction and lavish that stiff little nub with half-kisses.

Beryl’s whole body quivers as Krvavy accidentally grazes her teeth against the Elf’s sensitive clit. It seemed like Beryl enjoyed that, so the barbarian does it again. “Ah luhv yah...!” the Elf slurs out in a moan, her thighs clenching tightly around Krvavy’s head.

The tomboyish Wood Elf can only handle a few more seconds of that before she climaxes, sweet fruity juices gushing out onto Krvavy. Leaning forwards and nearly collapsing, only able to hold herself up because of Krvavy’s upper horns, Beryl’s whole body twitches near uncontrollably.

Getting carried away by the lust clouding her mind, Krvavy doesn’t even so much as slow down as her Elf orgasms. In fact, it just spurs her on, getting more aggressive with her tongue and properly penetrating it into Beryl.

“OH~! Luhv~!” The Elf moans even more as Krvavy’s tongue begins to feverishly explore her insides. Twisting around, that invading appendage gradually thrusts all the way into Beryl, hitting the entrance to her womb with enough force to make the Elf gasp out.

Krvavy pauses for a moment, her ignored cock twitching in the hot steamy air. Her lust-filled emerald eyes gaze up at the loving half-lidded aquamarine pair of the Elf sitting on her face. Without any warning, Krvavy’s tongue begins frantically pistoning into Beryl, causing the Elf to jerk upright as another orgasm forces its way through her sensitive body.

The lust and arousal clouds Krvavy’s mind more and more, blocking out everything but Beryl’s delicious moans, the sweet fruity taste of her juices, and the feeling of her muscles clenching around Krvavy’s tongue.

At some point Beryl had fallen backwards onto Krvavy’s body, though the barbarian has not loosened her grip on the Elf’s thighs in the slightest. But that put Beryl’s head near Krvavy’s desperate cock, which seems to have given her an idea. Firmly grabbing onto the turgid shaft, Beryl tilts her head back even further and plants a kiss at the tip of that throbbing thing.

The sudden sensation causes Krvavy to buck her hips up, pushing her rod against the Elf’s face. Beryl eagerly opens her mouth, accepting Krvavy’s cock between her lips, but either due to the size or her inexperience all the Elf can take is the thick, swollen head.

Beryl relaxes her mouth, gently suckling on just a small fraction of that ridged rod, and lets the lust-drunk Krvavy buck her hips up again and again. Each thrust gradually forces more and more of that colossal cock into Beryl’s mouth and then into the very entrance to her throat, only stopping when the top of the Elf’s upside down head rests against Krvavy’s pelvis and the thrusts can’t go any deeper.

Bolts of pleasure shoot through Krvavy each time her Elf swallows. The sensation of Beryl’s tight throat clenching around the tip of her shaft, and that nimble tongue teasing her length, quickly overwhelms the barbarian. Her inhuman cock twitches and the movements of her own tongue become more frantic, pumping her thick cum down Beryl’s throat and straight into the Elf’s stomach.

But that pleasure isn’t enough to satisfy Krvavy’s lust. It isn’t enough to clear the horny haze from her mind. In fact, it does the opposite. She wants more~.

Losing herself in that ecstasy, Krvavy’s tongue continues frantically pistoning into her Elf’s quivering slit, gulping down Beryl’s juices and her own saliva. Likewise, Beryl’s lips remain wrapped around Krvavy’s cock, each moan sending blissful vibrations through that thick and girthy shaft.

The pleasure bleeds together in Krvavy’s lust-drunk mind, the convulsions of Beryl’s orgasms become a constant as the barbarian no longer has the presence of mind to tell when one ends and another starts.

Just as yet another high washes over Krvavy, spurting more of her creamy cum into Beryl’s belly, a sharp metallic taste fills her mouth. Even like this, she knows what blood tastes like. The shock of that realization snaps her out of the haze of pleasure.

In a bit of a panic, Krvavy tries to pull back from Beryl, but only slams her head into the stone ground.

Slightly dazed, she lifts the Elf’s hips up and drags Beryl up off of her body. A wet pop rings out as Beryl’s lips are pulled off Krvavy’s cock, the tanned tomboy trying desperately to suck down the last few spurts of thick cream which shoot out into the air, instead raining down onto her face and chest.

Beryl is left choking and gasping as Krvavy moves her aside and sits up.

Krvavy sighs out in relief, rubbing the back of her slightly sore head. She didn’t need to panic like that. The metallic taste was from her teeth sinking into the supple flesh around Beryl’s slit with just enough force to draw out a drop of blood. The bite mark doesn’t seem anywhere near bad enough to worry about. The same can’t be said about Beryl’s thighs though. Krvavy is filled with guilt at seeing how her fingers left long bloody scratch marks across Beryl’s tanned flesh. Even if they’re quite shallow.

Beryl’s hips buck up from what seems to be another orgasm as Krvavy’s eyes trail up her firm form, the tanned skin glistening and glazed with Krvavy’s cum.

The Elf’s breathing has stabilized quite a bit, though she is still panting out the occasional gasp. Her bloodshot eyes have rolled back in her head and her face is an absolute mess, with the cum and saliva mixing together and dripping up all the way into her hair.

But other than the honestly kind of disgusting mess that Krvavy has made of her face, Beryl seems mostly fine. She has clearly gotten a bit overwhelmed with the pleasure, but she can handle it. Probably.

“Luhv...?” Beryl moans out, her eyes lazily focusing on Krvavy. “Thaht whassh... haahhh...” Her hands shakily make their way down between her legs, where they spread out her slightly gaping slit. “Uushe mee mhorre~...!” The Elf’s begging voice slurs and wavers.

Shaking her head, Krvavy gently scoops Beryl up into her arms. She came enough using her Elf’s mouth, and the sudden shock had kind of ruined the mood for her. “That was more than enough. You did great,” she ruffles her Elf’s hair, “now let’s get you cleaned up. Properly, this time.”

Taking the few steps over to the nearest hot spring, Krvavy enters into the glowing water, bringing Beryl down into her lap. The Elf is still very much out of it, but she seems to be in a rather cuddly mood, wrapping her unsteady arms around Krvavy and nuzzling up against the barbarian’s breasts. That isn’t a problem for Krvavy though, as she has found that she really likes cuddling. And hugs. And just affection in general.

Sighing out, Krvavy begins gently washing her Elf. If only her real life could be this... enjoyable.