Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Handjob, Lipstick Marks, Slight Kissing Blowjob, Cunnilingus / Pussy Eating, Intense Orgasms, Tit Fucking, Facial, Excessive Cum.

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“Splendid~!” Rina happily declares, her hands still holding onto that large, ridged rod. “And where better to begin than where we currently are~? So, Krvavy, simply stand there and enjoy yourself~!”

A dollop of pre dribbles down the Drakling’s dick, trailing all the way along its sensitive underside, stopping only as it touches the Countess’ thumb. That slick liquid is soon smeared across her shaft as those delicate pink hands slowly begin to pump along its length, putting more pressure along the smoother underside than the ridged top.

“I may not be the most experienced in this, having never laid these hands of mine on an actual penis before tonight, but you do not appear to mind my inexperience all that much~!” The Countess playfully coos, her voice once again regaining that extremely sensual tone. “In fact, I am sure that knowledge only serves to heighten this experience for you~! After all, I, the Countess of Raseyne, am gracing this imposing penis of yours with attention that I have not once given to another soul~! You are, in essence, my first~!”

Krvavy’s body shudders upon hearing those lewd words, her pride being stroked in time with her shaft. Each passing second sees her lust grow in intensity, leaving her feeling a little restless. She is not one to simply stand by and do nothing as she receives pleasure, so it takes all of her willpower to keep from reaching out and grabbing onto Rina. From feeling that smooth, pink skin beneath her fingers...

“Mwah~!”

Another exaggerated kiss is planted on Krvavy’s colossal cock, the Countess’ black painted lips leaving their mark on the side of her shaft.

“My, you sure do love kisses, do you not~?” This alluring Moon Elf’s amethyst eyes twinkle like the starry night sky, the polished pearls dangling from her ears jingling as those long and pointed things wiggle with amusement. “Are you, a fearsome adventurer who has crossed dangerous lands, a romantic~? Hahaha~! How adorable~!”

A pleasant heat fills the Drakling’s face as that lewd and lovely laughter dances through the air. Her dick throbs within the Countess’ grasp, straining against the elegant fingers struggling to wrap around it.

“Yet,” Rina sighs in such a theatrical manner, smiling widely and warmly. “It is also a shame, for our lips are not to touch tonight. I reserve that level of intimacy for those I have a closer connection to, for those I spend more than a single eve with. A romantic such as yourself must understand, yes~? A kiss is a special thing~!”

Those soft hands continue to slide up and down the length of that swollen shaft, squeezing and groping at its considerable girth.

“That said...” Those two words, spoken so sensually and seductively, send shivers down the barbarian’s spine. “I have no qualms about placing these lips of mine elsewhere on your body~! After all, it is quite common to kiss and be kissed within court, be it on ones hand or cheek~.”

The pink-skinned noblewoman slowly moves her head in, eyes gleaming with a lewd joy. Each hot, gaspy breath she takes caresses across Krvavy’s cockhead, the warm air whispering over its pre slickened skin. Her black painted lips part, dainty tongue poking just a little past them, threatening to touch the very tip of that throbbing thing. But no contact is actually made.

Seconds stretch into an eternity as the Countess remains so very close yet so far away, her delicate hands holding that dick steady, one at its base and the other just beneath its flared crown. After eons of waiting... she crosses that minuscule expanse and presses her lips against barely more than the dribbling cumslit capping that cock.

Krvavy’s willpower cracks and crumbles, her mind drowning in a haze of bliss as shuddering sensations gently stream through her very being. “Hhhhn~...!” It takes everything she has to resist the urge to thrust her hips forwards, to resist mashing her tip into Rina’s lips and to resist forcing her way into Rina’s mouth. Her hips wiggle a little, her weight shifting from one leg to the other. Just barely, she overcomes that intense desire.

At the cost of no longer being able to keep her hands to herself.

“Mhnh~!” Rina moans in surprise, her half-lidded eyes shooting wide open as the Drakling’s fingers softly pinch at the tips of her long, Elvish ears. “Mhhwhmmh~...!” Her shoulders loosen up a little, tension leaving her beautiful body even as her thick eyelashes flutter and her increasingly flushed face is filled with lust. “Mwhhmh~...!” A shuddering quake rolls through her, leaving the vibrant pink of her inner thighs glistening even more in the dim violet candlelight.

This noblewoman’s large pearl earrings sway from her shivering movements, knocking harmlessly into Krvavy’s hands. Scaled fingers softly squeeze down on the half-Elf’s ears, feeling at the cartilaginous flesh in a curious and careful manner. She strokes along their length, trailing along their tops and brushing over their backs. Soon she finds a rhythm that sends the most shivers through the Countess’ alluring hourglass figure, her thumbs moving in small circles near the tips as her index and middle fingers lightly knead at different points closer to their base.

Rina’s amethyst eyes nearly glow as the gentle light reflects off of them, shamelessly meeting the emerald pair gazing down at her. “Mhhhwhmmmh~...!” Her hands tighten around the Drakling’s dick, putting more force into each increasingly quick pump of that oversized shaft.

The barbarian shudders as she is brought ever closer to the edge. A part of her wants to give into the pleasure, to immediately enjoy the impending orgasm. Another part of her wants to keep holding out, to enjoy this moment and the pleasure it is bringing for as long as she can.

But Krvavy doesn’t get to make that choice herself, as a new sensation is suddenly sent through her shaft. The Countess’ delicate tongue gently flicks against her cock’s slit, causing her length to throb in desperate need.

Rina abruptly pulls her head back, her painted lips popping off that pulsing tip and her ears slipping free from Krvavy’s massaging grip.

The barbarian’s body shudders as her orgasm comes crashing down, her eyes tingling and the edges of her vision turning white as the first spurt of seed shoots out of her shaft, flying over Rina’s shoulder and splattering down onto her lavish bed. Those smooth, silken sheets are swiftly stained with rope after rope of pearly fluids.

“Wow~...” The Countess moans in appreciative awe as Krvavy’s cock continues to erupt, thick and creamy cum arcing through the air. One of her hands slips down towards the clenched sack hanging beneath that colossal cannon, gently cupping the hefty balls as they unleash this honestly excessive load.

Krvavy is left panting as she comes down from her high, her cock still stiff and ready even as the last bit of her seed drips down from her tip.

“Hahh~... Hahaha~...! You really are quite the virile one~!” Rina playfully teases, her delicate hands still holding onto Krvavy’s enormous endowments. “You made such a mess of my sheets, and yet you are still ready for another round~! My oh my~! You truly are built for sex, are you not~?”

Those lewd words of praise pass right by the barbarian’s brain, her attention completely claimed by the puddle of her cum that now covers a part of Rina’s fancy bed. A slight bit of worry begins to fill her face as she watches the thick liquid slowly soak into those doubtlessly expensive sheets.

“Hahaha~!” More melodic giggles fill the air as the beautiful Moon Elf woman laughs at Krvavy’s concern. “You truly are an adorable contradiction~! Do not worry about that mess~! It is as easy to deal with as a wave of the hand~!”

With a playful smile on her face, Rina releases her grip on the Drakling’s hefty sack and waves that hand towards her bed, causing a faint shimmer to pass over her sheets. In a matter of seconds, the numerous wet ropes of thick and sticky seed have completely disappeared, leaving not even the slightest trace that a mess had even been made.

“I am not just a pretty face, you know~!” Rina continues to joyfully giggle, finding amusement in even the slightest change of Krvavy’s expression. “I am quite the accomplished mage~! Not that that particular spell takes much effort to learn~! Here, let me clean you up as well~!”

A faint sparkling light passes over Krvavy’s vision as her entire body briefly tingles, leaving her feeling almost unnaturally clean. Glancing down, she sees that her cock is no longer glistening from being coated in her pre, nor is there any saliva or cum left at its tip. The few kiss marks decorating that shaft do remain, however.

“Ahhh~... That is so much better~!” The beautiful Moon Elf happily exclaims, taking a deep breath as she does so. “That smokey pine scent you had was nice, and it fit you as well, but it clashed with my incense~.”

The Drakling raises an eyebrow and slowly breathes in. The aroma that fills this room is fairly subtle, smelling almost like a cool night with faint floral hints. The only scent she can make out, or at least what Krvavy thinks she can make out, is that of... lavender.

“Now,” the Countess’ captivating voice snaps Krvavy from her thoughts, “you are clearly ready for the next event~! So... have you any preferences on what we shall do~?” She playfully asks, resting her chin against the back of her hand as those beautifully painted lips of hers curl upwards in just the right way to dance the line between being teasing or showing genuine joy.

“Yes~.” Krvavy quickly answers, dropping down into a squat with such haste that her meaty tail loudly slaps into the floor, that noise hardly muffled by the soft carpet separating her from the polished hardwood. “Let me... return the favour~!”

“Oh~?” The pink-skinned woman coyly raises an eyebrow. “Do not forget that I am a woman who favours the company of other women~. I have rather high expectations when it comes to cunnilingus~! Are you not worried about disappointing me~? About not living up to my past experiences~?”

“Nho~.” The Drakling’s smug response is slurred as she lets her tongue slip past her parted lips, the long and lewd appendage reaching into her cleavage as she wiggles it around, showing off the bumps that cover its tapered length.

Rina is briefly stunned by that sight, a look of lustful anticipation filling her face. “You...” She breaths deeply and takes a moment to find her words. “You continue to surprise me.” The Countess states in a surprisingly serious tone. “I... Heh~...!” Her long raven-black hair sways side to side as she softly shakes her head, before leaning back and resting her palms flat atop her bed. “Well, my Draconic paramour, what are you waiting for~? Your feast is ready and waiting~!”

Krvavy’s lips twist into an open-mouthed grin as a bit of a cruel glint enters her eyes. This elegant noblewoman is beyond eager, waiting impatiently for the barbarian to begin. But, having just gotten a bit of relief herself, Krvavy sees no reason to rush this. She will savour these precious moments. She will earn her place in the Countess’ memories.

This will be a night to remember~.

Her large hands grip onto Rina’s soft thighs, scaled fingers gently digging into plush pink flesh as she spreads open the noblewoman’s legs. One hand slides up the Moon Elf’s body, following the garter strap up to the black leathery corset that clings to Rina’s midsection, pressing against its center and giving the elegant woman a firm push.

“Ohh~!” Rina gasps as she lets herself topple backwards, her body bouncing just a bit as her back collides with her luxuriously padded bed. Her big breasts give in to the pull of gravity, squishing into her chest and leaning to the sides of her slim torso, the puffy pink nipples at their peaks still pointing towards the heavens.

The wide hips of this half Moon Elf are grasped so tightly yet so gently, thumbs pinning her garter straps in place as claw-like nails just barely poke into her plush and pink posterior.

“Hahhh~...!” A heavy breath rushes free from the Drakling’s mouth, that hot air brushing over this noblewoman’s flush slit.

Like the rest of Rina, her pussy is truly beautiful. A delicious work of art~. The lips are puffy and swollen with need, looking so soft and squishy as liquid desire slowly drips from between them. Not a single hair is visible above or around it, that vibrant pink skin left completely smooth and bare. The small nub of her clit pokes out from above her plump pussy, trembling in anticipation as it is teased by Krvavy’s every breath.

“Please~...!” The Countess quietly begs. “Take me... with that tongue of yours~...!” Arousal drips from her every word, her tone growing more impatient by the second. “Do it~!” She demands, moaning as one of her hands gropes at her round breasts. “Ravish me like none have before~!”

“Hhgahhh~...” Krvavy shudders, her moan getting caught in her throat. She so desperately wants to give this needy noblewoman exactly what is being asked of her. To let loose and enjoy herself to the fullest. But the barbarian holds herself back. This night needs to be forever etched in Rina’s mind, this experience so memorable that all of Rina’s other lovers pale in comparison to Krvavy. Her pride demands as much.

“Hahhh~...” Shuddering moans are drawn past Rina’s parted lips, her elbows pressing into her soft bed as she gazes through the valley of her tantalizing tits and stares across the corset covering her belly, meeting the Drakling’s predatory gaze. “Y-you~...” Perfect, pearly teeth nibble at her bottom lip, her black lipstick not even slightly smearing. “You are~... Haa-ahh~... such a tease~...!”

As with every woman that Krvavy has been with so far, Rina’s love juices seem to have a unique flavour. And it really is quite... unique. Each lengthy lick gets more of the Elf’s magically flavoured liquids onto Krvavy’s tongue, yet those licks don’t seem to get her any closer to deciphering exactly what that flavour might be...

The Countess of Raseyne tastes vaguely of... purple.

That is the only description that truly comes to Krvavy’s mind, the only one that seems to fit. Even if it doesn’t quite make sense.

Krvavy’s tongue returns to her mouth just long enough for her lips to briefly press against the plump pink pussy in front of her, getting a better taste of the lewd liquid leaking from it. Beneath that odd impression of the colour purple lays the sense of a cool and calm night, a gentle breeze flowing through a beautiful garden. She isn’t sure if it is the result of the incense filling the room, but she can pick up the faintest taste of lavender...

“Hhhha~...!” The feeling of a nose squishing against the little nub of her clit causes the Countess’ hips to buck forwards... but she can hardly move with those strong scaled fingers clamped so tightly onto her. Frustration fills her lewd, gasping moans. “Hhhhnh~...!”

Pushing aside the slight confusion drawn out by the ambiguity of this half Moon Elf woman’s flavour, Krvavy focuses her attention back on her lavishing licks. It is a risky thing to let her mind wander. She so desperately wants to plunge her tongue deep into this puffy pink slit, to draw more gasps and moans past those painted lips, to make Rina cry out a song of euphoric pleasure... It takes constant vigilance to resist those urges.

Pale breasts heaving with each laborious breath she takes, the Drakling’s inhuman tongue presses forwards with greater force, with greater intensity. Curling downwards, that lewd appendage pushes its upper side against those puffy pink pussy lips, forcing its twisting length between them and grinding the numerous pleasing bumps that line its length along what is barely the inside of Rina’s slick and sensitive slit.

Again and again, hot air blows against the Countess’ most sacred of spots.

“Ooh~!” A musical moan trills into the air as Rina shudders and shakes ever so slightly. “Still, you tease me~! How cruel you are, my Draconic paramour~!” The noblewoman breathily laughs, letting her head and shoulders drop back to her bed.

Krvavy smirks as best she can with an open mouth, her long tongue continuing its excruciatingly slow movements.

That she cannot see the Countess’ beautifully regal face contort in lewd euphoria is... such a shame. But it is one she brought upon herself, having pushed Rina onto her back, so it is a tragedy that she will simply have to bear. At least it is more comfortable for the Countess this way, which is what matters most right now~.

The Drakling’s tongue sluggishly slides upwards, retreating back into her mouth bit by bit until little more than the tip remains poking past her lips. Leaning in even further, Krvavy plants a kiss upon that puffy pink pussy, feeling the burning warmth of Rina’s desperate need emanating from it. The Countess’ love juices trickle from her swollen slit, tempting Krvavy to dive right in.

But, still, she resists that urge. Even as it becomes increasingly difficult to exercise such restraint.

Krvavy’s tapered tongue flicks out of her mouth, almost like a snake tasting the air. The tip taps against Rina’s little clit, poking it and prodding it almost at random.

“Aohh~!” The Countess’ cries reach a peak as ecstasy overwhelms her, yet still it sounds as if she is trying to hold back her moans... even as lewd liquids squirt from her slit. Her quivering thighs press in on Krvavy, squishing into pale cheeks and surrounding the barbarian with her soft pink flesh.

Krvavy’s lips descend on the Countess’ clit, wrapping around that little nub and gently sucking on it.

Rina shudders even more intensely, euphoric tremors rocking her body as she desperately tries grinding herself against the Drakling’s face. But she just isn’t strong enough to overcome the hands still holding her so tightly. Her stocking clad calves clumsily knock against Krvavy’s back, locking together in an instinctual attempt to keep Krvavy in place as her orgasm reaches ever greater heights.

The Countess’ lewd moans fill the air with a debauched song, each verse separated by a gasping chorus. Her clit continues to be lavished in lewd licks all the while, keeping her body buzzing with pleasure even as she begins to gradually descend down from her high.

“W...wow~...!” Rina breathlessly pants that single word of praise. “Yo-oAAH~!”

Whatever the pink-skinned noblewoman was going to say is abruptly cut off by a shouted gasp as she finally gets what she so desperately wanted, the Drakling’s long tongue abruptly penetrating into her pussy, delving deep into her depths.

The ambiguously lavender flavoured liquids assaults Krvavy’s senses as her inhuman appendage plunges into that swollen slit, silken walls squeezing down around her with a burning wet warmth.

“Hhhhhaa~!” Tight, convulsing caresses constrict around that invading tentacle of a tongue. “HHh~! Yhhh~! Yhssshshhhn~!” Each little wiggle it makes causes a different note to fill the air. “Nhhhmh~! Hhhghnnha~! Mnnnghh~!”

Shivers of pleasure roll through Krvavy’s body as she hears each musical moan. That lewd symphony is almost addicting to her lust-clouded mind. She wants to hear more of those beautiful sounds, more of this Moon Elf’s song.

Driven by instinct and experience, Krvavy’s inhuman tongue writhes within the noblewoman. The tapered tip presses and prods, the bumpy length twists and grinds, each movement intended to draw out the most intense reactions they can.

“Oooaahhhnh~! Nnnhhhhouh~!” Rina squirms helplessly beneath the barbarian’s ministrations, her moans and cries becoming more ragged and breathless as Krvavy finds her weaknesses, her most vulnerable and sensitive of spots. She is little more than prey, completely at the mercy of this ravenous Draconic predator that she invited into her bed.

Krvavy’s tongue arches up, rubbing against the top of the Countess’ love tunnel as the tip inches forwards ever so slowly.

“Hhn~!” The Moon Elf’s breath suddenly sucks in, her pleasure spiked by just the faintest contact with the entrance to her womb. Anything more forceful than the most delicate caress is too much for the Countess, taking away from her ecstasy.

With the knowledge of exactly how far she can go and how rough she can be, Krvavy’s lust-addled mind finally gives into her depravity. Her long, inhuman tongue moves faster and faster and faster still. Soon it is wildly pumping into this deliciously plump pussy, driven by instinct and desire as it cycles between the most pleasurable spots she has found, switching between them at random. With no rhyme or reason.

Rina’s soft and supple thighs squish down against the sides of Krvavy’s head, deafening the Drakling with desperately shuddering flesh.

The Countess’ cunt quivers and constricts around that invading tentacle of a tongue, her sweet juices spraying out onto the barbarian’s face with each overwhelming orgasm that wracks through her delicate and oh so alluring figure. Her musical and beautiful voice raises to such volumes that the very air seems to shake, her screams and moans and gasping cries vibrating through the Draconic dickgirl who is so passionately devouring her.

Time means nothing to the barbarian’s bestial mind, her actions driven no longer by the sounds of Rina’s moans but by the pulses of pleasure rocking through the half-Elf’s lewd body.

And so, it comes to a surprise to the Drakling’s lust-drunk and dazed mind when she feels cool hands suddenly grip down onto her horns, her wrists, her ankles and thighs, her tail, her shoulders, and even her hips and waist, all at once.

The Countess’ alluring legs shakily open Krvavy is pried off of her, the Drakling pulled back and slid across the carpeted floor.

The barbarian’s breathing quickens as she struggles against the unyielding grip of more than a dozen hands, that sudden panic pushing away the hazy arousal clouding her mind just as she is freed. Confusion quickly replaces anxious concern. No one but Krvavy and the Countess are in this dimly lit room. Did she imagine...?

“Aahh~...! That~...! You~...!” The pink-skinned noblewoman shakily moans, struggling to form more than a single word at a time. “Too~... much~...! That~...! Sorry~...! You~...! So~... intense~...!”

Those lewd sounds drag the Drakling’s attention back towards the bed. Her emerald eyes lock onto the legs dangling off its edge, onto the still-twitching pussy resting between those stocking clad thighs. But despite that wonderful sight... Krvavy finds her face flushing in embarrassment. She got more than a little carried away there...

The Countess of Raseyne takes a deep breath and unsteadily lifts herself up just enough to glance down past her large breasts, her pink skin glistening with sweat. “You~... Come here~...” If not for the utter arousal filling those moaned words, that demand would feel like a threat. As if a stern talking to, or some other punishment, is to follow. “Use~... Use my breasts~... to your~... hearts content~...! You deserve~... as much~...! You deserve this~... this reward~...!”

With that the half-Elf woman drops back down onto her bed with a thmp, giving into her exhaustion.

Krvavy nibbles on her bottom lip, ignoring the slight sore sensation emanating from her jaw. It feels a little weird to just go and fuck Rina’s tits when she is this exhausted, but...

The barbarian’s painfully stiff shaft throbs in need as she rises to her feet, a steady stream of viscous pre dribbling down its length. She stumbles slightly as she tries to cross the short distance between her and her source of relief, needing to shake her leg a little to fully wake it up.

Hardly able to contain her desire, the Drakling quickly climbs atop the bed and the elegant Elf’s hourglass figure, trying to keep her weight from resting on the Countess’ corset covered midsection.

“Oh~!” Rina gasps in surprise as the tip of Krvavy’s thick tail suddenly pokes at her plush pink rear, curling beneath both of their bodies and helping to prop her up a little more.

Krvavy’s colossal cock looms over the Countess, pre flowing free from its tip in eager anticipation for what is to come. That towering thing throbs, its flared head and the ridges that line its length swollen to a truly intimidating size.

Scaled fingers dig into perfect pink tits, roughly groping their perfection.

Were Krvavy less aroused she may have wanted to play with Rina’s big and beautiful breasts a bit more, but in her current state she hardly notices the soft flesh squishing around her fingers and simply smothers her shaft with these pink pillowy tits.

The experience isn’t as all-encompassing as using Inanna’s massive melons, but that doesn’t bother the barbarian. Her mind hardly even makes the comparison before she begins to thrust.

Krvavy’s long tongue lolls out of her mouth, dripping saliva down her body and into the Countess’ cleavage. Each thrust of her hips is paired with a gruff grunt, rolling through the air and competing in volume with Rina’s renewed moans. Whether or not the half-Elf’s breasts are sensitive enough for her to get off as they are used like this remains a mystery to Krvavy’s lust-addled mind, as she feels the underside of her tail grind against the Countess’ swollen slit with each forceful thrust she makes, ensuring that even this selfish act provides a steady stream of pleasure to the noblewoman.

Soft flesh caresses the sides of her ridged rod, sending delicious and delectable sensations streaming through her body in shivering shudders. She would normally savour such pleasures, basking in this bliss, but in her current lust-drunk state...

It is only a matter of time until Krvavy approaches the edge. Before she even realizes it, her hefty sack clenches up against her body and her cock throbs in need.

Her mind numbs, overwhelmed by the abrupt ecstasy as spurts of her thick seed shoot out of her shaft, spraying across this Moon Elf’s vibrant pink skin. She twitches and trembles with each rope of creamy cum that erupts from her cock. “Hhhh~...!” Pulses of pleasure wash over her very being, gradually clearing away the all-encompassing horny haze that clouds her mind, leaving her body feeling heavy with exhaustion.

After what felt like ages of constant cumming, Krvavy slowly breathes out and looks down at the Countess. A slight shudder of pleasure shoots through her body as she takes in the messy sight.

Her Draconic dick, still mostly hard and stiff, is surrounded by a slick mess of saliva and seed as it rests in the valley between Rina’s big breasts. The tip gently sits atop the cool silver metal of the Moon Elf’s necklace, dribbling cum onto the shining purple gem. Rina’s neck and face has been painted white, her eyes forced shut as the gooey cream slowly drips down onto her raven-black hair.

They both remain there, taking heavy ragged breaths, for a few long minutes. Eventually, the Countess raises a shaky hand and waves it vaguely towards herself, causing a tingling light to spread across her body, her bed, and Krvavy as well.

In almost an instant, all signs of their lewd activities are gone. All the sweat, cum, saliva, and womanly juices disappearing from their tired bodies.

“That was... something else~...!” Rina slowly sighs, smiling up at Krvavy as her half-lidded amethyst eyes twinkle with a satisfied joy. “I... hope that was... enough for you~... For I... I cannot... take any more~...!”

Krvavy’s shoulders slump as she lets the exhaustion of the day finally set in. Her cock slowly begins to soften as she carefully clambers off of the half-Elf with a clumsy roll, legs dangling down onto the floor as she comes to rest beside the Countess.

A delicate pink-skinned hand gently grabs onto one of the Drakling’s own, their fingers locking together with a gentle squeeze.

Rina turns to the side, her Elvish ear squished flat against the silken sheets of this lavish bed. “Would... would you like to... stay the night...?”

Krvavy hardly has the energy left to nod her head.