Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Tail Fucking, Double Penetration, Large Insertion, Missionary, Leglock, Creampie

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“Ah’m not bein’ selfish, am Ah? Fer wantin’ ta do this wit’ just ya and me?” A tinge of guilt fills Beryl’s voice as she hesitantly asks that question. The backs of her fingers lightly brush against the barbarian’s hand, before quickly pulling away as her confidence wavers.

The tanned Wood Elf is finally ready for Krvavy to ravish her. But rather than have that happen up on the platform they call home, she asked to do it down in the greenery of the grotto under the dimming light of the setting sun. Rather romantic, really. At least aesthetically speaking.

That the two of them have to walk all the way back down there is a little annoying. But a couple more minutes of waiting is nothing Krvavy can’t handle. She can be patient for just a little longer.

“It would have taken a lot of convincing to get Thea to join in on this.” Krvavy replies with a faint smile. She can just imagine how that conversation would have gone~. “And Khalia... well, if she knew what we’re going to do then she’d probably want to tag along. But she seemed happy enough up there. It isn’t like she’ll be alone.” Much to Thea’s annoyance.

“Aye, but Ah... and yer puppy... intruded when ya took tha’ brat’s maidenhood. Tha’ should’a been a special moment between just the two o’ ya.”

Krvavy shrugs, mostly indifferent to that. She and Thea may have had to share their first time together with the Elf and Orc, but that doesn’t make what they did any less special. “I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it more with you and Khalia there, even if she would never admit that herself. And besides, it isn’t like that was her only chance to be alone with me.”

Beryl’s response comes in the form of a soft hum, not quite agreeing with the barbarian but not disagreeing either.

A comfortable quiet hangs over the two of them as they descend into the grotto proper, approaching the roughly ‘u’ shaped lake in its very center.

“So... is there anything specific you want to do? Or should I just use you however I like~?” Krvavy asks, her voice dropping down and growing a little husky. Having to wait all day just for this has left her... a bit pent up. All the teasing hasn’t helped either.

“Actually, Ah do want ta do somethin’ special...” The tomboyish Wood Elf trails off, slowly glancing side to side... before suddenly perking up as she spots what she was looking for. Her dexterous fingers lock onto the Drakling’s digits, pulling Krvavy towards a patch of soft moss some distance ahead. “Ah want ta give myself ta ya completely~. Ah want ya ta ‘ave all o’ me~. But... Ah’m definitely not ready ta take yer spear inta my rear, even wit’ the new skill ya got~.” Beryl playfully winks. “Not sure if Ah ever will be... So, instead, Ah ‘ave a different idea: we’ll use yer tail~!”

“My tail?” Krvavy repeats with some uncertainty in her voice.

“Yup! It isn’t as thick, at least at the tip, and it’ll ‘elp get me ready fer the real thing~! If ya’d ever be up fer tha’... And if it’d even be possible in the first place, wit’ yer size... But don’t worry! Ah’m not goin’ ta just leave ya ‘angin’! Ya can use me while ya’re doin’ tha’! Ya can use both o’ my ‘oles at the same time~!”

“I already have enough trouble fitting inside of you.” The Drakling dryly responds. “I’m not sure if that will work.”

“Well, the only way fer us ta find out is ta try~!” A wide smile fills Beryl’s face, her bright blue-green eyes gleaming with joy and excitement. Her whole body, lithe and athletic as it is, quivers with anticipation. And possibly a bit of nervousness. This is a rather daunting task she has decided on, after all. “So let’s get ta it~! Ah’ve already prepared myself fer this~!”

Without wasting a moment, the Elf all but throws herself down onto the bed of moss, giving it a bit of a pat before rolling over onto her back. She gazes up at the Drakling now towering above her, the loving expression filling her face tainted with thinly veiled lust. Slowly and teasingly, she spreads her legs open and reaches her arms out as if waiting for a hug, gesturing for Krvavy to come and take her.

And Krvavy isn’t exactly in a position to argue with that. Not after a whole day of abstinence. An alluring Elf, nude or not, offering herself completely is too good a deal to turn down.

As such, the barbarian promptly moves in, kneeling down between Beryl’s legs. The caramel coloured tomboy is already dripping wet, so she doesn’t need much foreplay, but–

Beryl’s hands dart forwards and latch onto Krvavy’s upper horns, pulling herself up to the barbarian’s face. Their lips lock together mere moments later. That sudden kiss pushes aside Krvavy’s train of thought and she leans into it, hungrily tasting her Elf’s sweet, berry flavoured lips and wrestling with this beautiful woman’s smaller but far more agile tongue.

Krvavy wraps her arms around Beryl’s tanned and toned back, fingers brushing over well-defined muscles... only for the Elf to pull her head away as soon as she is in the barbarians embrace.

“Gotcha~!” Beryl gleefully giggles, beaming with joy. Her nimble Elvish hands trail down the Drakling’s body, as if trying to memorize each and every taut muscle she can touch, before eventually finding their way to a certain colossal cock. She slowly strokes that sizable shaft, feeling it throb and pulse in her gentle grip. Its swollen tip just barely brushes against her slim belly. “My dearest love~,” she leans forwards, hot breath caressing the barbarian’s ear. “Gimme yer tail~...”

Krvavy isn’t quite sure what to do.

The fingers slowly dancing along her length are already causing a haze of lust to move in on her mind, making her even more desperate for relief after the long day of on and off teasing. But Krvavy doesn’t know if she can make her tail do what Beryl wants it to. The long, meaty appendage is definitely dexterous enough, but she doesn’t exactly have control over it. She can consciously move it, yes, but doing so feels a bit clunky and awkward. It is almost like it moves better on its own...

“Thank ya~!” Beryl lovingly coos, snapping the barbarian free from her thoughts. The Elf’s eyes are pointed downwards, where the tip of Krvavy’s tail is poking out from beneath her hefty sack.

This teasing tomboy pulls her hands away from Krvavy’s hard cock, much to the Drakling’s disappointment, and instead grabs onto the helpfully available tail. Beryl sensually strokes its tip as she pulls that appendage closer towards her.

It is an odd sensation for Krvavy, having her tail stroked and massaged, fingers tracing around the few scales covering that part of it... This... feels really good. But not in a sexual way. It is more like someone rubbing her shoulders, or holding her hands... Comforting... Calming...

Beryl’s attention is fully on Krvavy’s tail as she pulls it towards her slit. The Elf clearly wants to get that thing as wet and slick as she can to make it easier for it to fit into her ass. Or she is just indulging in her dearest love’s body.

Considering who she is, either of those options could be the truth. Though the second is a little more likely...

Krvavy simply remains kneeling between Beryl’s legs, bare breasts rising and falling with each increasingly heavy breath she takes while watching the tanned tomboy make use of her tail.

“Hhhh~... Ooohh~...” Soft, gasped moans escape past the Wood Elf’s parted lips as she trails the narrow and relatively rounded tip of her lover’s tail around her slick slit. She presses it into her puffy pussy, squishing that sensitive mound, and grinds it into the pointy nub of her clit. “Hahhh~...!” She shudders in bliss, teasing both herself and the barbarian with the prospect of it properly penetrating into her tantalizingly tight hole...

A steady stream of lewd liquids flow from the Elf, soaking into the bed of moss beneath her beautiful body. Lust and love fill her flushed face as her blue-green eyes gaze up at the barbarian, hazy and unfocused. Her caramel skin glistens in the gentle sunlight filtering in through the cave ceiling far above.

“Haaahh~...!” The tomboyish Elf trembles as she drags the Drakling’s tail across her needy pussy, grinding herself against its length. Wet warmth, a drenched and burning heat, emanates from her core, so close to getting what it wants, yet... still so far.

Even though Krvavy’s cock has been left unattended, throbbing desperately along with her heartbeat with nothing but the cool cave air to caress its length, she... doesn’t exactly mind that. The barbarian is completely captivated by the sight in front of her. Beryl isn’t trying to be sexy, she isn’t doing this for Krvavy’s viewing pleasure, but there is just something about the Elf’s expression... It is so genuine and almost reverent...

“Ohh~!” The beautiful tomboy moans as she finally slides Krvavy’s tail inside of her, slowly pushing it in and pulling it back out again. Shakily and unsteadily.

Much like her Elf, each breath that the barbarian takes feels shallower than the last.

If she thought it felt good when Beryl’s nimble fingers massaged her tail, then having the burning hot walls of her loving Elf’s insides squeeze down on her like this is paradise. She would obviously prefer if it was her cock being used instead, but this is oddly good on its own. The wet warmth surrounding her surprisingly sensitive skin and scales, clenching and caressing just a fraction of its full length...

“Ngghhn~!” Beryl twitches slightly as her juices gush out of her stuffed slit. “Ohh~!” She gasps, blinking in surprise. Her tanned cheeks flush a bit brighter as she realizes that she may have gotten a bit carried away there. “Oh~! My dearest love~! Ah think Ah’m ready fer this thick tail o’ yers ta take my arse~!”

Krvavy’s cock throbs, oozing out a generous dollop of pre.

Beryl slowly pulls her lover’s tail back out into the cool air of the grotto. The meaty thing is completely drenched, dripping with the Elf’s sweet juices. Not its entire length, of course, but more than what was inside this lithe woman. She is quite literally dripping wet, after all. Taking just a moment to steel her nerves, Beryl lifts her hips up and moves the tip of that slick appendage down towards her rear.

The very tip of the Drakling’s tail presses between the perfect mounds of her Elf’s toned ass.

Beryl doesn’t even slightly hesitate. Her little puckered ring twitches as it is slowly spread open by that invading appendage. “Hnnngh~...” She shudders and groans, struggling to stuff that slick and well-lubed length into her virgin hole. Her needy and neglected pussy quivers. A steady stream of sweet juices flow down to where that tail is delving into her depths, coating it even further and aiding its slow advance.

Pleasure swirls through Krvavy’s mind. The heady scent of sex fills the air. Her heart drums away in her ears, thmp thmp thmp, drowning out most thoughts as she loses herself in the open desire that fills her Elf’s bright and beautiful blue-green eyes.

“T-there~! Ohh~! Ah think tha’ is as... as much as Ah can~...! As Ah can ‘andle~!” The Wood Elf breathily moans, her trembling voice dripping with love and lust.

Krvavy has no idea how much of her tail is inside this tanned tomboy’s tight ass, but it feels like it has to be less than half the length of her cock. That simultaneously seems like too much and yet still not enough... The clenching pressure surrounding the tapered tip of her tail feels... really nice.

If only she had better control over this tail of hers... Krvavy can just imagine taking two of her girls at once like this... One stacked on top of the other... Both crying out in bliss... face-to-face, breasts squished as their bodies rock from her every thrust...

“Y-ya can ravish me as ya~... as ya like now, my dearest love~!” The Elf struggles to keep her voice steady as Krvavy’s tail wiggles ever so slightly inside of her.

The barbarian’s heart skips a beat. Being given permission to do what she so desperately wants to do... causes something to snap inside her mind. Her hands immediately latch onto the tomboy’s trim waist. She suddenly bucks her hips forwards, slapping the considerable weight of her thick cock atop Beryl’s needy mound. Viscous droplets of pre drip down onto Beryl’s toned tummy.

The sheer size of her shaft is on full display, looking even bigger than usual as it looms above her lithe lover’s slim body.

“You’re a needy little thing, huh~?” Krvavy lustfully growls, grinning like a hungry predator as she towers over her prone prey. “After all that teasing, now you want me to fuck you~? To ruin you~? To make you into nothing more than a fucktoy for me to use~?” Those aggressively horny words flow past her lips without a single thought.

“Ohh~! YES~! My dearest love~! Take me~! Ah’m all yers~!” Beryl eagerly shouts out, moving her hips to try and grind herself against Krvavy’s cock. The tight tunnel of her ass clenches around the Drakling’s tail, causing her to moan and shudder as each little movement that she makes causes jolts of pleasure to flow through her willowy form, leaving her even more needy and desperate than before. “Ah need ya~! Fuck me~! Ravish me~! Breed me~!”

The barbarian sharply exhales, forcing the air out through her nostrils like a bull as she lets the lust fully overcome her. In one smooth motion Krvavy pulls her hips back and slams them down again, penetrating straight into Beryl without any fanfare or further delay.

The Elf screams in wordless ecstasy as the blunt head of Krvavy’s stiff cock slams against the entrance of her womb. Her toned legs wrap around the barbarian’s waist in a desperate attempt to pull her lover in even further, but it is all in vain as she simply can’t fit even half of Krvavy’s oversized shaft inside of her.

But Krvavy, in her lust-drunk state, doesn’t care too much about that. Beryl is tight. Extremely tight. And she can feel her tail through the thin wall separating her Elf’s holes. And her tail can feel the throbbing need of her cock just the same.

Even the smallest movements of the meaty appendage jammed inside Beryl’s rear cause pleasure to shoot through both the Elf and the barbarian. This is a heavenly experience for the both of them, and Krvavy almost doesn’t want to move her hips.

Almost.

“Ah love ya~!” Beryl lewdly moans, her quivering cunt clenching down onto Krvavy’s cock. “Ohh~! My dearest love~!”

Just hearing those simple words is almost too much for Krvavy. Blissful bolts of lightning trail down her spine. Her hefty sack pulls back towards her body and her cock throbs in need, desperate to unload the days worth of pent up cum into the Elf who spent half that time teasing her.

Beryl’s eyes twinkle as she reaches her hands up and grabs onto the barbarians horns once more. “Ah~! Love~! Ya~! Ah love ya~!”

Air loudly hisses past Krvavy clenched teeth as the pleasure of those words pushes her ever closer to the edge. But she refuses to cum so soon, without even having fucked her Elf!

“Ah lo-ohve yaah~! AH LUHVE YAA~! AHHLUHVE YAAA~!” Beryl’s words quickly become incoherent as the Drakling’s dick is dragged almost entirely out of her clingy cunt, before being violently forced back into this lithe and athletic woman. Again and again and again.

The barbarian pistons into the impossibly tight Elf as if her life depended on it, feverishly fucking away as fast as she can. The slight bit of pain from repeatedly slamming her cockhead against the entrance to Beryl’s womb helps to keep her from cumming immediately, though the same can’t be said about the Elf herself who twitches, clenches, and screams in pleasure with each battering thrust.

There is no technique, no real skill or talent. Just primal pounding. Frantic, frenzied fucking. Raw and animalistic. Sometimes that is all that is needed.

And sometimes that is too much.

Krvavy can only last so long, especially after an entire day of being constantly teased by this lewd little Elf of hers. Her pent up desires demand an outlet. And, with hardly a thought in her head, she gives in.

With as much force as the lust-drunk barbarian can muster, Krvavy slams down into Beryl, pushing the tanned tomboy back across the moss. Darkness creeps into her vision and her whole body tingles like static as her cock pulses and unloads spurt after spurt after spurt of thick seed directly into her Elf’s womb.

Time seems to stretch out into an eternity as Krvavy continuously cums, with no end in sight. Tingles of euphoric ecstasy flow through her very being. Bliss burns away at her consciousness. White static plays at the edges of her vision, followed by blurry darkness, as the horny haze thoroughly clouds what remains of her mind.

Beryl’s loving face stares up at the barbarian throughout all of that, blue-green eyes unfocused but refusing to look away.

Gasping and panting heavily, time seems to resume its normal pace as Krvavy almost collapses onto the Elf, only just barely stopping as her arms slam into the mossy ground. She is hardly in the mood to think, but that felt like the biggest orgasm she has ever had, both in volume and pleasure.

Her cum drips out of Beryl’s stretched slit, getting pushed past Krvavy’s ever so softened cock. The burning hot liquid, viscous and gooey, flows down Beryl’s body and touches the tip of her tail just as it slips free from the Elf’s ass.

“Th... th-ah-nk y-yahh~!” Beryl deliriously moans. A wide, dopey smile fills her heavily flushed face.

Those two stuttered words seem to bring Krvavy back to her senses. “You...? Thank you...?” The barbarian incredulously gasps out. “What... what makes you think that... that I’m done~? You made me wait all... all day to cum! And you think just once is good enough~?! You are my little Elf whore~!” The barbarian licks her long tongue across her teasing tomboy’s collarbone and neck, hunching over her love-struck toy. “And I’m going to... to keep fucking you until you forget how to walk and talk~!”

The Drakling’s dick swiftly swells back up, pulsing along with the violent beating of her heart.

“YESH!” Pure and utter joy fills Beryl’s slurred voice. “AH LOO–AHHVE YAAH~!” Her ankles lock together, toned and tanned thighs squeezing around her Draconic lover’s waist. She shudders intensely, voice cracking as Krvavy’s teeth lightly dig into the caramel skin of her neck. “YSSSHHKH~!”

With renewed vigour Krvavy mercilessly pounds into her lithe Elf lover, letting what thoughts remain in her head drown in bliss.

She’ll stay true to her words, or pass out trying.