Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

Relevant Tags:

Cuddling, Lingerie (if that counts as a tag), Double Titfuck, Cumswapping / Cum Kissing, Reverse Cowgirl, Face Sitting, Fivesome / Five Way (kinda).

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“Hmph... How long are we going to let her sleep in...?”

“Fer ‘owever long she needs... Now shush and don’t wake ‘er...!”

Those lovely voices dance through the Drakling’s dream, slowly causing her to stir. “Mmnnh...” A grumbling sigh rumbles out from deep within Krvavy’s chest. Her emerald eyes slowly flutter open.

“Ugh, finally...”

“Am I... still asleep...?” The barbarian blearily mumbles, blinking blankly as she gazes up at a truly beautiful sight, her vision framed with the faces of her four girls.

Beryl’s nimble fingers gently glide through feathery strands of crimson hair. “Like wha’ ya see, my dearest love~?” She teasingly asks, leaning even further forwards and all but shoving her pert tits into Krvavy’s face, those wonderfully caramel coloured mounds cupped with lacy fabrics the same blue-green colour as her playfully twinkling eyes.

Krvavy can hardly even make a sound, her mind already rebooting itself after being awake for just a few moments. Her eyes reluctantly leave that tanned tomboy to snap towards Thea, finding the sight she had hoped to see: that brat is wearing almost the exact same lingerie as Beryl, just in the soft-blue colour of her eyes. Those two slimmer girls are leaning over Krvavy’s head, gazing down at her with mirrored expressions of tender love and impatient lust.

She could easily lose herself in those subtly shifting eyes and expressions... but a quiet, rumbling growl draws the barbarian’s attention down towards her lower body.

Khalia is shuffling in place, looking lovely despite the slight discomfort filling her faintly flushed face. Her paw-like hands tremble, gripping tight onto Krvavy’s toned thigh as she struggles against the urge to remove the skimpy negligee that she has been made to wear. But at least she seems more comfortable with the choker sitting snug around her throat. Though she would, almost certainly, prefer to wear her new collar instead...

And much like the lewd mirror of Beryl and brat, across from that grumbling Orc sits Inanna. Calm and patient the Dwarf waits, wearing a black negligee of her own which lifts those absolutely titanic tits up, doing an amazing job of emphasizing just how huge her bust is. Not that she needs any help when it comes to that...

“We know tha’ ya want ta ‘ead on out bright and early,” the Wood Elf recaptures their shared lover’s attention, her dexterous touch trailing across that Drakling’s pale cheek. “But tha’ won’t be ‘appenin’. We ‘ave missed ya, our dearest love, and we can’t ‘ave ya leavin’ us so soon. Besides, we all need ta perform ‘two or more sexual acts’ wit’ ya ta get the most out o’ yer new trait~!”

Part of Krvavy wants to turn her four girls down so that she can get out there and kill that damned lightning wizard already, but... The rest of Krvavy is essentially shouting slurs and insults at that other part of herself for even considering leaving the sides of these four beautiful women that she is lucky enough to call her own.

“Rrrgh!” Khalia growls, grabbing at the barbarian’s morning wood as her patience reaches its limit. The Were-Beast woman squeezes down on Krvavy’s cock, roughly massaging that throbbing thing and encouraging it to fully stiffen up.

“Adeline is down in the garden, so we will not be directly disturbing her.” Inanna calmly states, staring up at Krvavy with expectant, copper-orange eyes.

The barbarian takes a long, deep breath. “Alright...” She slowly sighs, though her feigned reluctance is immediately seen through by all four of her girls.

The moss beneath Krvavy’s upper back suddenly begins to swell and grow, propping her up into a half-sitting position, shifting as space is made for her meaty tail. “There, tha’ is better, isn’t it~?” Beryl seductively coos into her ear, pressing against the barbarian’s side in a shamelessly clingy hug.

“Hmph! I cannot believe that you convinced me to do this, hag...” Thea grumbles yet still mirrors the Elf across from her, cuddling up against Krvavy’s other side. She lifts her chin and tries to act as if her face isn’t blushing a deep shade of red.

“Wha’, ya trying ta say tha’ ya don’t want ta cuddle our dearest love~?”

Rather than respond to those teasing words, Thea simply tilts her head to the side, resting her cheek atop Krvavy’s shoulder. The softest of sounds slip past her kissable lips, her muttering complaints too quiet for anyone here to hear.

“Patience.” Inanna calmly scolds the restless Were-Beast, who just barely holds back a growl.

Khalia shuffles and squirms as the Dwarf’s hand reaches out towards her, hardly able to keep herself still as those stout fingers carefully undo the front of her skimpy negligee, letting her sizable green-skinned tits spill free. The Orc’s amber-gold eyes twitch, but she does as ordered and simply waits for Inanna to give the go ahead.

“Mmm~.” The grey-skinned Dwarf softly hums, letting a bit of lust into her voice as she undoes her own top. Her titanic tits drop free from the confines of her mildly more modest negligee, colliding with Krvavy’s muscled thigh with an audible slap. “There. Now we may begin.”

Those words have hardly been spoken before Khalia begins to move. With an eager need she lunges forward, mouth open wide and ready to engulf her Draconic Mate’s dick as she usually does. But the heat of her throat doesn’t squeeze around that swollen shaft. Khalia stops just shy of Krvavy’s cockhead, leaving it exposed to the cool morning air.

Each hot, panted breath that this Were-Beast takes sends shiver arcing through the Drakling’s sensitive skin, climbing her spine and fizzling through her nerves. Her precious puppy’s wide and wet tongue lolls past a pair of plump lips, forced into the shape of a short ‘U’ by those four little tusks, forming the perfect funnel for drool to drip down onto Krvavy’s colossal cock.

“My dearest love~!” Beryl lewdly whispers into the barbarian’s slightly pointed ear. “Can ya guess wha’ those two are goin’ ta do ta ya~?”

“Hmph!” The silver-blonde brat breathily huffs on the barbarian’s other side. “Why bother asking that? It is obvious what they are going to do!”

Krvavy hardly registers that either of her girls have said anything at all, her focus fully claimed by the lewd scene down between her legs.

Stout fingers sink into two vast expanses of grey-skinned flesh, kneading and massaging those massive melons at rather idle pace. Lust tinges Inanna’s normally neutral expression, her copper-orange eyes following the trail of slick slobbering saliva flowing from the Orc’s open mouth, watching as it trickles over throbbing ridges.

The Dwarf’s dark-grey lips part ever so slightly, only to soon close without a word. The only sound she makes is a simple, breathy hum. “Mmm~.” Her cheeks grow darker, flushed the faintest shade of red, as her hands slip beneath her truly titanic tits, hefting those huge breasts up and hauling them towards the Drakling’s dick.

“Rrgh...!” Khalia gives a weak growl as her head gets forced back, her amber-gold eyes narrowing at the woman nearly half her height. But the Were-Beast keeps her annoyed aggression in check and simply grabs at her own tits, pressing forwards and squishing them into that shortstack, trapping her Mate’s shaft in a heavenly prison of squishy flesh.

The faintest of smiles spreads across the Dwarf’s face as she gazes down at that lewd sight. Is she happy to once again hold Krvavy’s cock within the embrace of her surprisingly sensitive tits? Is she taking pleasure in the fact that her breasts are so much bigger than those of this Were-Beast, even with the sheer difference in their heights? Or maybe she is just enjoying the view of four huge tits wrapped around a dick large enough to still stick a fair bit out of that pillowy prison?

Either way, that warm joy makes her look all the more beautiful in the barbarian’s eyes.

Hunger and need fills the Were-Beast’s very being as she begins to bounce her breasts up and down, her firm titflesh squishing against her half of Krvavy’s cock. “Wuu-uf~!” She softly barks, licking her plump lips as she stares so intently at the swollen cockhead in front of her, amber-gold eyes remain locked onto its very tip.

“This is not a race.” Inanna calmly states as she to begins to move her breasts. Rather than go wild like the Orc has, she instead opts to lift one huge tit and then the other, alternating between the two massive masses at a relatively relaxed pace.

Krvavy is in a paradise of pleasure. Her mind can hardly function as her two busty loves worship her dick with their big breasts. Even if it wasn’t for the shivers of ecstasy shooting through her body, she would still be completely enthralled by the beautiful sight of her shaft being serviced by two of the women who she loves more than anything in the world.

“Ugh, to think that I would ever participate in such a perverted act~...” Thea’s grumbling complaint doesn’t have much energy to it, her words missing their usual bratty bite. The noble girl seems just as entranced by the sight of Dwarf and Orc working together – or perhaps competing – as Krvavy is. Though she would certainly deny that. Even if the growing blush on her face betrays her true feelings.

“Oh, princess~!” Beryl playfully coos, leaning across the barbarian’s body just to wiggle her fingers in that girl’s face. “Do ya really think tha’ this show o’ love is perverted~?” She asks, pulling her hand back before it can be swatted away. “Come now, this is ‘ardly anythin’ at all~! We can always get a bit more... debauched~!”

The silver-blonde brat glares at the Wood Elf woman, opening her mouth to reply with some undoubtedly snarky comeback. But Thea’s response dies on her lips as Beryl reaches behind her own back, doing something that causes a faint click to ring through the air.

“Ah may not be endowed enough ta join in wit’ those two~,” the lithe tomboy tilts her head towards the wonderfully busty women worshipping their shared lover’s length. “But tha’ doesn’t mean tha’ Ah just ‘ave ta sit by and watch~!” In a single smooth motion, the straps of Beryl’s bra slip off her shoulders. A single hand keeps those lacy cups from falling away too quickly, letting them slide down her caramel skin, slowly revealing her perfectly pert and perky handfuls for all to see.

The wiry muscles in that Wood Elf’s arm flex beneath the soft blue-green fabric of her shoulder-length glove as she carelessly tosses that no longer needed bra aside.

The blush on Thea’s face intensifies as she watches the Elf press up against Krvavy’s side, those tanned tits shamelessly squishing against the barbarian’s arm. Beryl’s eyes twinkle with a mischievous joy as she leans forwards and lovingly plants a kiss on Krvavy’s cheek, smugly staring at Thea all the while.

That sight seems to snap the brat out of her speechless shock, prompting her to huff in exaggerated annoyance. “Hmph! So that is how it is!” With a soft click Thea’s own lingerie bra is undone, quickly getting tossed aside as she moves to mirror Beryl.

The silver-blonde noble girl isn’t a perfect reflection to Beryl, what with her noticeably softer boobs being a bit bigger than those of the athletic Elf, but Krvavy is in no state of mind to really complain. Not that she even would complain about that. Breasts of all sizes have a place within her perverted heart, even if she lusts after the larger ones a bit more than the smaller ones.

“Wmh~!” Khalia makes an oddly hummed whine as she stares down at the Drakling’s dick, her tail thumping excitedly on the mossy bedding behind her.

“Mmm~.” Inanna returns her own hum as she leans forwards, bringing her mouth down towards the colossal cock reaching out of the embrace of her and Khalia’s tits.

A looks of envious need fills the Orc’s face as she watches Inanna’s lips part around Krvavy’s cockhead. That expression only grows greater as the Dwarf’s titanic tits press forwards, engulfing more and more of the stiff shaft as Khalia’s breasts are pushed back. But the Were-Beast woman clearly recognizes that the Dwarf isn’t doing that on purpose, it is just a consequence of Inanna being so much shorter.

Still, that doesn’t mean Khalia is happy to be pushed away from her Mate. And so, with a faint rumbling grumble, Khalia squishes her tits right into Inanna’s face, resting them atop the Dwarf’s gigantic globes.

The pleasure assailing Krvavy is almost too much for her to handle.

Four pairs of breasts, each their own distinct size, press against her body. Her dick is entirely engulfed within the warm embrace of the two larger pairs, and that alone is almost enough to set her off. So the feeling of teeth gently pressing against her swollen crown and the tongue slowly licking across her cock’s slit on top of all that is far more than the barbarian can bring herself to bear.

Krvavy’s body goes tense, her Draconic toes curling into the moss bedding as her hefty sack clenches against her body. Beryl and Thea both seem to pick up on the signs of her imminent orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into her ears as the pleasure spikes. Warm titflesh squishes against her throbbing shaft, holding her girth firmly in place as hot lips lock themselves around her sensitive cockhead.

A thick spurt of seed shoots straight into this shortstack’s mouth, splattering into the back of Inanna’s throat with just a bit more force than she had been expecting. A lewdly muffled, and slightly choked, moan rumbles through that pulsing length as the Dwarf diligently takes that load.

White static creeps in at the edges of Krvavy’s vision, her fingers and the tip of her tail tingling as she continues to cum, each spurt drawing out a more forceful moan that sends greater vibrations down her shaft.

But the ecstatic pleasure doesn’t last forever, coming to an end all to soon. Through her hazy vision Krvavy sees the Dwarf’s head jerk back up, those dark-grey cheeks bulged out as a creamy mess flows down her chin. The barbarian’s lust is immediately rekindled, its flames fanned as she sees her Orc grab onto Inanna, locking lips with the Dwarf as the two of them sloppily kiss, exchanging her cum freely and eagerly.

“Ah’m almost tempted ta ask fer some o’ tha’ myself~!” Beryl coos, desire dripping from her every word as her dexterous fingers idly trail along the Drakling’s abs. “But Ah can be patient and wait fer my turn~. Can ya~?” She asks the flustered brat, who twitches in surprise and quickly rolls her eyes in response.

Khalia and Inanna’s lips part with mirrored gasps. The Orc’s wide tongue licks up the last bits of cum left on the Dwarf’s face, before pushing Inanna away from her Mate’s still-hard cock. “Mine now~!” She happily barks, planting kiss after kiss on the creamy mess left all over the barbarian’s shaft.

Inanna turns her gaze towards Beryl, who simply nods her head in response to whatever unspoken request the Dwarf just made.

The moss propping Krvavy up recedes, lowering her back down onto her back, tail squished beneath her body. Though not uncomfortably so. This bedding is simply to soft for that to ever be an issue.

Curiosity wells up within of the barbarian as both Beryl and her brat pull away from her sides, but any question she might have asked dies on her lips as she sees Khalia straddle her waist. The Were-Beast’s firm ass wiggles back and forth as she grinds her slit against Krvavy’s sensitive tip, her tail wagging wildly with unrestrained joy.

“AARWHOOOO~!” Khalia’s howl echoes through the air as she slams her hips down, impaling herself on the cock she loves so much.

Inanna’s titanic tits suddenly fill the barbarian’s vision, blocking out the sight of Khalia’s bouncing butt. The Dwarf firmly presses a hand against Krvavy’s collarbone, keeping her from raising up even a bit. “My Ushumgal~.” She calmly states, her normally neutral voice tinged with arousal. “There is, unfortunately, only so much that I can do to pleasure you. But there is much more you can do to pleasure me. So, my Ushumgal, let me be a little selfish~.”

Without waiting for a response, the Dwarf swings a leg over Krvavy’s neck and straddles the barbarian’s face. Slick juices flow freely down Inanna’s thick thighs, betraying her near emotionless demeanour and showing just how much she wants this. Just how much she needs this.

Krvavy’s tongue pokes past her lips, quickly crossing the small distance between her mouth and the Dwarf’s dripping pussy. With considerably less grace than usual, that long and incredibly inhuman appendage licks across Inanna’s lower lips, tasting the slightly metallic flavour of this Dwarf’s slick juices.

“AAWAHWOOOOO~!” Khalia’s orgasmic howl drowns out Inanna’s hummed moan. The Were-Beast woman bounces on Krvavy’s cock with a frantic need, sending jolts of pleasure through the barbarian’s body and making it difficult for even a single rational thought to stay in her mind.

“Mmh~!” Inanna audibly sucks in some air as a loud slap sound rings through the room. Her legs buckle slightly, causing her to fall down onto the barbarian’s face, her stiff nub pressing right into Krvavy’s nose. “Ahn~!” She sharply gasp, the Drakling’s tongue penetrating into her folds.

Lust-drunk as she is, Krvavy wastes no time in eagerly eating out her Dwarf. Though with Inanna’s weight fully resting on her face like this there isn’t much she can do beyond pump her tongue into the Dwarf’s shallow depths, grinding the inhuman bumps that line its length along Inanna’s most sensitive spots.

The Drakling’s world mostly fades away, leaving her with just the unseen sensation of her precious puppy wildly riding her rod and the Dwarf’s thick body threatening to suffocate her. She can see very little past her grey-skinned shortstack, as those titanic tits loom above her vision and would block out even the sun were they not already underground.

But, in the small bit of her sight that isn’t taken up by Inanna’s irresistible body, Krvavy can see the tan skin of her Elf. And, when the Dwarf’s thick thighs aren’t pressed against her ears, she can hear the lewd sounds of sloppy kissing. Even Khalia’s howled moans seem to be slightly muffled...

The possibility that her four girls may be kissing sends shivers of ecstasy and bliss through the barbarian’s body, heightening her pleasure. An almost feverish need fills her lust-addled mind, prompting her to piston her tongue in and out of the Dwarf’s tight slit almost in time with the Were-Beast bouncing atop her cock.

“Mmmnh~!” Inanna’s moans are felt more than they are heard, her lewd hums sending vibrations through her body as she clenches down on the Drakling’s invading appendage.

The Dwarf’s thick thighs squeeze around the barbarian’s head, quivering in ecstatic bliss as the tip of Krvavy’s tongue teases against the entrance to her womb. The constant and methodical rolling of her hips becomes a bit more erratic, the stiff nub of her clit poking free from her dense black-haired bush to bump and grind into the nose forced to breathe in her lewd scent.

A shiver runs through that shortstack’s entire body as she is suddenly and swiftly pushed over the edge, her slightly metallic juices gushing across Krvavy’s face.

At almost the same time, Khalia’s hips slam down with violent force, the Orc’s needy pussy nearly engulfing Krvavy’s cock in its entirety. Only the swell of her firm ass pressing into a buff belly keeps that from happening. Her Mate doesn’t hear the howled moans that she can’t help but make, those sounds muffled by the kiss she may be occupied with and the Dwarven thighs squished around Krvavy’s ears, but even then the crushing constrictions of her cunt make it obvious that she too has begun to cum.

Already rather lust-addled, the feeling of two of her girls orgasming atop of her is enough to set the barbarian off as well. Her hefty sack clenches against her body once more, her shaft throbbing within its hot and wet prison. Khalia’s love tunnel constricts around her cock with such force that it almost seems impossible for her cum to make it into the Orc, but still spurt after spurt of her thick seed shoots straight into Khalia’s needy womb.

Bolts of bliss burn through the barbarian’s brain, her mind clouded with lust and suffocated with the scent of sex.

“Mmmh~...”

Sound suddenly returns to Krvavy as the satisfied Dwarf lifts off of her face, leaving her gasping for air as she comes down from her high. Tight, constricting pressure continues to cling onto her colossal cock, wringing it of seed and keeping that shaft from even thinking of going soft.

“Mhhhm~...” Inanna drops down beside the barbarian, her huge chest heaving with each heavy breath she takes. “Pleasant, as always~...”

“‘Pleasant’~? Bit o’ an understatement, tha’ is~!” Beryl teases the grey-skinned woman, slinging an arm over that shortstack’s shoulders and sinking her fingers into those titanic tits. “It looked like yer brain shut off fer a moment there~!”

“Mm~... It did~...” A soft and happy hum of a moan passes through Inanna’s lips. Her subtle smile soon fades, however. “Now... I suppose that it is time for me to take my leave...” With a regretful sigh, she brushes the touchy tomboy’s molesting hands away from her massive mountains and rises to her feet. “Enjoy yourself, my Ushumgal~.”

On unsteady legs, the Dwarf heads off, shakily walking across the soft and squishy moss bedding.

“She ‘as some stuff ta do over in ‘er workshop.” Beryl rather dismissively answers the Drakling’s unasked question. “Ya know ‘ow she is. Anyway,” the tomboyish Elf’s smile widens as she leans over and into her lover’s face, “ya ready fer some more fun~?”

Krvavy hungrily licks her lips as she meets Beryl’s gaze. “Yes~.”