Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Double Blowjob, Kissing, Scissoring (around a dick), Facial, Excessive Cum.

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“Perfect~!” The tanned Wood Elf lewdly cheers, her bright blue-green eyes twinkling with love and lust alike. Slowly, her teasing touch begins to trail down the barbarian’s body, gliding through a valley of pale cleavage and meandering across some wonderfully well-defined abs.

Khalia’s shaggy tail suddenly stiffens and straightens out, her tight love tunnel trembling and twitching around the cock still sheathed inside of her. “Awa~!” A spike of pleasure shoots up her arched spine as Beryl’s nimble hand rather roughly slaps into her rear, those dexterous fingers digging into her firm, jiggling, green-skinned cheeks.

“Haahh...!” The silver-blonde brat slips free from that Were-Beast’s clingy clutches, her bare breasts heaving with each heavy, panted breath she takes. “Hhah...!” An intense blush fills her face, soft-blue eyes hazy and unfocused and staring into space as she struggles to recover from that intense kiss she had just been subjected too.

“P–uu–uppy~.” Beryl playfully sings that single little nickname as she slides her hand up Khalia’s buff back, fingertips tickling at the shaggy mane of fur covering that wild woman’s shivering spine. “Ya ‘ave ‘ad yer fun, now it is our turn~!”

“Elllllfy...!” The Were-Beast woman desperately whines, her still hungry hole greedily clenching down on her Draconic Mate’s dick, not wanting to ever let it leave her embrace.

“Khalia...”

Just hearing her name get spoke in such a stern and threatening tone causes that Orc to freeze. “Wuu–uf...” Khalia lowers her head and reluctantly raises her hips, slowly climbing off of the colossal cock she loves so much... while making a bunch of quiet whimpering noises... which are interspersed with muffled moans and breathy gasps, those lewd sounds drawn out by the cum-covered ridges popping free from her pussy.

“Ach, just get off o’ ‘er already.” Beryl clicks her tongue, not feeling even the slightest bit of sympathy towards the poor Were-Beast. She even goes so far as to give Khalia another light slap on the ass to get her moving quicker. “Don’t act like ya won’t be all over ‘er once we’re done.”

“Rrgh...” A weak growl and a grumpy gaze is directed towards that Elf. Both of which are utterly ignored.

A trickle of thick and creamy cum, mixed with an ample amount of other lewd liquids, oozes down the inside of that Orc’s thigh as her knees thump into the moss bedding beside her barbaric Mate.

The needy annoyance that fills Khalia face is near immediately pushed aside by panic as she feels that warmth leaking out of her. “Ghh!” The horny hyena hastily presses a paw-like hand over her hungry hole. “Hhhhrghh...” Her cheeks flush a fair bit as conflicting thoughts are painted across her face. She wants to keep that cum inside her cunt, obviously hoping that doing so would knock her up even though she knows that it won’t, but she also wants to taste what is, to her, the most delicious of desserts to ever exist...

Beryl lightly shakes her head, leaving that Were-Beast to her own devices. “Wha’ a mess the two o’ ya ‘ave made~...” She playfully states, her bright blue-green gaze locked onto Krvavy’s emerald eyes even as she reaches out and grabs onto Thea’s shoulder, pulling that girl towards her. “Luckily ya ‘ave two ‘arem girls right ‘ere who are more than willin’ ta ‘elp ya clean up, my dearest love~!”

That silver-blonde brat’s delicate brow furrows ever so faintly. “Why did I agree to this...?” Thea quietly asks herself, wincing as Beryl’s grip on her shoulder suddenly grows tighter. “I mean...” She exaggeratedly clears her throat. “Yes, that is right, oh great and mighty Dragon... We are so very and absolutely honoured to be given the chance to clean up this disgu– distinguished dick of yours~...”

Beryl holds back a slight giggle at the brat’s obvious act as she lowers herself down, resting half atop one of the Drakling’s toned thighs. Her blue-green eyes twinkle playfully as she leans forward and plants a single kiss against the side of Krvavy’s cum-coated cock. “My dearest love, just lie back and enjoy our service~!”

The moss beneath the barbarian’s back raises to prop her up a bit, letting her more easily watch whatever this service may entail without needing to crane her neck.

“Hmph!” The bratty noble girl huffs as she sees Beryl’s expectant gaze, rolling her eyes as she does what the Elf wants her to. In just a few seconds time, Thea has mirrored Beryl’s position near-perfectly, lying on the other side of Krvavy’s body.

A look is exchanged around the Drakling’s dick. Playful love glimmers in one pair of eyes, while the other shines with a haughty lust.

Without a word, both tomboy and brat begin moving in relative unison, their mouths opening up as their hot breaths begin to brush against the stiff, swollen shaft standing between them. Two tongues stretch past equally kissable lips, those two sources of wet warmth soon pressing into opposite sides of Krvavy’s cock.

Faint shivers run through the barbarian’s body as those lewd girls of hers lovingly lap and lick at her length. Each deliberate stroke, gentle and reverent and worshipful, slowly cleans up the mess that covered her cock, replacing it with a thin glistening sheen of saliva.

No matter how haughty Thea may be, or how hard she may try to present herself as prim and proper, times like this make it obvious just how much of a slut she has become for Krvavy. Her face is filled with a lewd hunger that burns through her intense red blush. She clearly feels some shame from performing this degenerate act, but it isn’t enough to overpower her own perversions. In fact, it might just be making this experience even better for her, as the more cum she cleans up the more her thighs seem to idly rub together...

On the other side of Krvavy’s cock is a similar yet oh so different sight.

Not even a hint of embarrassment can be found in Beryl. Every little motion she makes, each long lick and quick kiss, is more than eager and so full of lustful love. Her half-lidded eyes twinkle with a lewd joy as she gazes up past the barbarian’s bare breasts. The mere act of serving Krvavy like this is reason enough for her athletic legs to squirm and rub together, her lithe body trembling even further with each messy mouthful she swallows down.

Delicate tongues trace over the ridges that line Krvavy’s cock, the attempt at mirrored symmetry having long since ended as both silver-blonde brat and tanned tomboy pleasure that prodigious prick in the ways that they know best.

“Hhrrghhhn~...” Muffled moans and rumbling groans fill the air, overpowering the soft and breathy gasps of the two girl’s so much closer to Krvavy. “Hrrrghhhnh~...” Khalia watches that lewd show with envious eyes, quite clearly wishing that she could feast on her Mate’s creamy cum more directly, licking it right off that Draconic dick rather than having to scoop it out of her sopping slit. “Hhhrghhhrrh~...”

But Khalia is a good girl who does as she is told, usually, so she remains sitting off to the side. For now.

“Mwah~!” Beryl plants an exaggeratedly sloppy kiss directly onto the tip of Krvavy’s swollen cockhead, her lips curling into a playful smile as Thea pulls back mere moments later. “There, my dearest love, ya’re all clean~! Which means tha’ we can now move onta the real fun~!”

The noble girl’s haughty act cracks as she copies what the Wood Elf is doing, turning her head to the side as she reaches down to her hips, dainty thumbs hooking into the waistband of her lingerie panties. The bratty girl gently bites her bottom lip as that soaked fabric clings to her sensitive skin, strands of her sweet juices stretching between soft-blue lace and her needy slit.

Holding back a frustrated moan, Thea tosses her wet panties aside and drops to her knees.

Beryl’s gleeful grin just seems to grow as she places her own lewd panties aside and mirrors the brat’s position, kneeling down on the soft moss bedding as they both put their beautiful bodies on display for the Drakling to ogle and enjoy.

All that remains of their lingerie are those stockings, shoulder-length gloves, and lacy chokers that match their eyes in colour. Those vibrant fabrics do an amazing job at highlighting their bare bodies, drawing Krvavy’s gaze towards their pert breasts, their slim stomachs, and of course their needy slits.

“Oh, little princess~!” The tanned tomboy teasingly coos. “There’s no need ta look so nervous~!”

“I am not nervous!” The bratty girl denies, crossing her arms and turning her gaze away from that Elf.

“Shh, shh~...” Beryl’s nimble hand reaches across their Draconic lover to caress at Thea’s cheek, gently lifting up that girl’s chin and forcing their eyes to meet. “It is alr–~!”

A pair of soft lips suddenly press against the tanned tomboy’s own, silencing her with a quick kiss.

“Haah~!” A tinge of haughty arrogance fills Thea’s flustered face as she pulls back from the briefly stunned Elf. “Now, stop with all of this teasing and just get on with it! Our degenerate Dragon does not have all day to waste away!”

Beryl’s long and pointed ears suddenly stop their wonderful wiggling, going stiff and straight as her gaze snaps towards Krvavy, a slightly apologetic look painted across her face. The soft smile she gets in return eases her worries, a sigh of relief escaping past her lips as she turn back towards the brat.

Without another word, the lithe Elf deftly lifts one of her toned legs up and gently swings it forwards, resting it atop the barbarian’s thigh. With love in her eyes, she helps Thea do the same before moving her other leg up and sliding her hips forwards.

Blissful shivers flow through the barbarian’s body as two soaked slits squish into either side of her stiff and swollen shaft, surrounding it with a wet and heavenly heat.

“Mmph~!” Thea can’t help but moan, her hips rolling slightly as both she and Beryl press right up against their shared lover’s length. The silver-blonde brat’s pert breasts rise and fall with each eager breath she takes, her body quivering with lustful anticipation. “My Mighty Dragon~...!” She breathes out. “We spoil you far too much~...!”

“Ach~!” Beryl clicks her tongue in mock annoyance but genuine disagreement. “We don’t spoil ‘er enough~!” She lovingly coos, holding back a moan as she slowly begins to gyrate her hips. “Our dearest love does so much fer us, so the least we can do is pamper ‘er~! She deserves ta ‘ave ‘er every need met, ‘er every desire sated~! Don’t ya think~?”

Thea simply rolls her eyes and gently nibbles on her bottom lip as she matches the Elf’s movements, grinding her needy slit along the ridged length of her Drakling’s dick. Her sweet juices quickly cover that already slick shaft, mixing with her glistening saliva and the lewd liquids freely flowing from the tanned tomboy’s tight pussy.

“Haahhh~...” Waves of euphoric pleasure roll through the barbarian’s very being as the burning need of both her sweet berry and little princess so utterly surrounds her. That wonderfully wet heat hugs her cock, squeezing and squishing her shaft as it slides up and down, filling the air with a lewd symphony of squelching sounds and beautifully breathy gasps.

“Ugh~! You really cannot keep your hands to yourself, can you~?” The noble girl groans in mock annoyance, unable to keep the smile off of her face.

The barbarian blankly stares into those soft-blue eyes, the haze of lust lingering in her head making it hard for her to realize just what that brat is talking about. The smooth skin beneath all of her fingertips answers that question for her. She blinks. And then shrugs.

“Really~?” Thea sneers slightly as the unconscious caresses become much more deliberate, no longer bothering to trace small circles on her back when that touch can instead slide over to her front, heading straight for a single soft tit.

“Yes~...” A genuine smile fills the Drakling’s face, her muscled midsection tensing up as she leans forwards, back lifting off of the soft moss bedding beneath her. “Do you... Haah~... expect me to do nothing but sit back and watch~?” Her thumb brushes over a stiff little nub of a nipple. “I thought you knew me – hhah~ – better than that~.”

The silver-blonde brat shudders and slowly closes her eyes as Krvavy’s lips move in towards her own. The girl’s flushed face burns with anticipation as she waits, and waits, for the kiss. “Huh?” Her eyes flutter back open, staring straight at the back of the barbarian’s head. “Hey!”

“Mmh~!” Beryl giggles into Krvavy’s mouth, melting into their passionate kiss as her hands trail over her lover’s muscled body. “Mhhwmh~!” Scaled fingers dig into her perfect ass, shamelessly kneading and groping her caramel coloured cheeks.

“Hey! Do not ignore me!” Thea shouts out, pounding a fist into Krvavy’s shoulder as she is completely ignored.

“Mwah~!” The tomboyish Wood Elf makes an exaggerated noise as she pulls back from the kiss. “Ah love ya, Krvavy~...” She earnestly coos, nimble fingers following the curve of one of those upper horns, following it down to the Drakling’s jaw.

“I love you too, Beryl~...” The barbarian whispers back, pressing her forehead against that of her Elf.

“Of course ya do~!” Beryl smugly laughs, giving Krvavy’s cheek a gentle tap. “Now go pay attention ta yer spoiled brat~!”

“Hmph!” Thea quite petulantly crosses her arms as she glares at both Drakling and Elf. “I am not spoiled!” She states in perhaps the least convincing tone she could have possibly used. “We d–mph~!”

Whatever excuse that brat was about to make doesn’t get the chance to pass her lips, silenced by a sudden kiss. Krvavy’s tongue presses into Thea’s mouth, only to retreat all too quickly.

“Happy now~?” The barbarian teasingly asks, caressing Thea’s cheek with her thumb.

“Y-you...!” The bratty girl stammers and swiftly turns her flushed face away, attempting to hide her flustered smile.

As tempting as it is to kiss these girls some more... a pang of discomfort echoes through the barbarian’s belly and back at the mere thought of holding this position for longer than this. She has, more or less, paused halfway into a sit up. Which isn’t the easiest thing to do. Even without her tail being bent at this odd angle...

With a soft thump Krvavy leans back against the moss bedding, letting out a sigh of relief. Slowly, and quite lazily, her gaze drops down the lewd bodies of her girls, looking to where her shaft is getting squished between those two soaked pussies. A rush of pleasure flows through her very being as she takes in that seductively sweet sight. But, as beautifully lewd as it may be, there is one problem with what she sees.

Neither Beryl nor Thea are currently moving, both having stopped when Krvavy leaned in to kiss them.

“Enjoyin’ yerself, my dearest love~?” The teasing tomboy playfully asks as she presses her hips forwards, knowing exactly what her lover wants. Her sweet juices drip down the Drakling’s dick as she grinds her wet and burning warmth along its stiff length, lightly bumping over each ridge.

“Of course~...” Krvavy can’t help but shudder slightly as she relaxes into the comforting bliss.

Thea gently shakes her head and, without a word, quickly gets back to rolling and bouncing her hips. Though the brat doesn’t seem to bother trying to keep any symmetry between how she and Beryl grind themselves against Krvavy’s cock. In fact, Thea appears to be purposefully avoiding that symmetry, speeding up or slowing down her gyrations whenever Beryl gets close to matching her pace.

“Hah~!” A single lewd laugh passes through the tanned Elf’s parted lips. “Bein’ competitive now, are we~?” Those bright, blue-green eyes of hers shine with delight as Thea simply shoots her a smug smirk. “So tha’ is ‘ow it is, huh~? Well then, if ya want ta win, then Ah’ll make ya work fer it~!”

Krvavy’s body tenses up as both her girls begin to compete in earnest. What was once a rather relaxed stream of pleasure suddenly surges in intensity, becoming a torrent of near ecstatic bliss.

The soaked slits of the blonde and brunette grind against her dick in the most pleasurable of ways, squishing together against the sensitive tip and rubbing along its swollen length. Her stiff shaft is pushed one way and then the other, sometimes with an intense amount of pressure and sometimes not. Occasionally, a stiff little nub of a clit catches on one of her ridges, sending shuddering shivers through whichever girl it belongs to, their sweet and slick juices gushing out onto Krvavy’s cock.

Both girls continue to push their shared lover’s pleasure higher and higher, even as their own bodies begin to quiver in orgasmic bliss.

And so, it is only a matter of time until Krvavy is brought to the edge.

“Oh~!” Beryl gasps as she feels that familiar throbbing, her flushed face filling with joy as she watches the first spurt of seed shoot high into the air.

“Hmmn~!” Thea bites back a moan as that thick and creamy cum splatters down on her belly and breasts. Her kissable lips spread into an incredibly smug, smirking smile as she continues to grind herself against the spurting shaft, wiggling side to side in such a gentle and loving way.

The Wood Elf’s eyes twinkle mischievously as she abruptly raises her hips and presses forwards, her pussy squishing into the side of Krvavy’s swollen cockhead in just the right way to aim that cannon at this bratty blonde. Before Thea can so much as react to that, the next rope of seed erupts in a tall arc, that ample load raining down onto Thea’s face and hair.

Euphoric bliss burns away at Krvavy’s mind, her half-lidded vision slowly eaten away by white static and a horny haze. Lewd moans accompanied by beautiful laughter and indignant noises alike dance through the air as she quietly groans in ecstasy. Her cock continues to throb as it spurts out her seed, her lust-addled mind almost immediately losing track of just how many creamy loads shoot from her shaft.

After a nebulous amount of time, which could have been anywhere between a minute and an eternity, the barbarian begins to come down from her pleasured high. Her body almost sinks into the soft moss bedding as she slowly breathes out, nearly all of the tension she could have ever felt leaving her in an instant.

“Oh Krvavy~!” Beryl’s beautifully playful voice cuts through that satisfied haze. “Not goin’ ta look upon the mess ya made~?” She teasingly asks, coaxing Krvavy to open her eyes.

The Drakling’s slowly softening dick suddenly surges back to its full length as she sees the lewd scene in front of her. True to Beryl’s words, Krvavy has made quite the mess. Around her cock is a puddle of her cum, pooling onto the thighs and crotches of her lovely girls as they shudder and twitch with aftershocks of pleasure.

Though of course her cum isn’t just limited to that puddle, as it has gotten everywhere. She can see a few splattered droplets on the moss bedding around them, and can feel a trickle of sticky wetness sliding down her abs, but that isn’t what has her attention.

“Mhmm~!” Beryl exaggeratedly moans as she licks a bit of her lovers seed from her finger, scooping up some more from the mess splattered on her toned tummy. A single rope of cum crosses over her pert breasts, the whitish colour standing out beautifully on her tanned caramel skin.

The tomboyish Elf’s eyes twinkle playfully as she nods her head towards Thea, directing Krvavy’s attention over to the bratty girl, who is being uncharacteristically quiet.

The reason for Thea’s silence is immediately obvious as Krvavy lays eyes on the girl. She is absolutely coated in cum. Most of the barbarian’s orgasm has clearly landed on her, giving her flushed skin a creamy glaze. Her cum-covered tits slowly rise and fall as she takes shaky breaths. Her eyes and mouth are forcibly shut, making her look rather annoyed as she purposefully avoids letting anything get past her lips. That annoyance is probably an act though, as she was licking cum off of Krvavy’s cock just a few minutes ago, so it isn’t like she is against getting it in her mouth...

“My dearest love, yer brat and Ah ‘ad made a bet earlier, when we were plannin’ this~.” Beryl playfully coos, drawing the barbarian’s attention back over to her. “Whoever got the most o’ yer seed on their bodies would be the first, between the two o’ us, ta get yer cock~. So, who do ya think ‘as won tha’ bet~?”

Krvavy’s lips curl into a knowing smile as she says the obvious answer. “Thea~...”

“Yup~! Ya are clearly ready fer another round, so ‘ave fun usin’ ‘er~!” The tanned Elf laughs, pulling her svelte body back before tapping at her taut belly. “Oh Khalia~! Would ya be a dear and come clean me up~?”

The Orc immediately bounds on over and presses her face against Beryl’s thighs, eagerly licking up as much of Krvavy’s cum as she can. Her shaggy tail wildly wags back and forth above her swaying ass as she is so generously rewarded for her patience, devouring each and every drop of her Draconic Mate’s creamy cum with long licks of her wide tongue.

“Mnghn!” An indignant noise forces its way past Thea’s closed lips in protest, her fists clenching slightly as she remains otherwise still, not wanting to make more of a mess.

“Wait yer turn, ya spoiled little princess~!” Beryl nearly cackles, unable to hide just how much she is enjoying Thea’s annoyed frustration. “Now go on, my dearest love, don’t ya keep ‘er waitin’~! Take ‘er already~! Give tha’ bratty lil’ princess wha’ she needs~!”

Urged on by her lewd Elf, Krvavy reaches out and sinks her fingers into Thea’s soft and supple thigh.