Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Cum Eating, Cunnilingus (not the focus but still present), Large Insertion, Missionary, Wholesome/Loving Sex, (Reverse) Cowgirl, Vaginal Creampie.

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“Mhhhn!” A rather surprised sound squeaks out of that noble girl as she is suddenly pulled to the side.

The Drakling’s oversized shaft slaps down atop that cum-covered girl’s soaked slit, crushing a quivering little clit beneath its considerable weight. A blissful shiver tingles along her spine as she takes in that slutty sight. Her cock reaches all the way across this brat’s soft belly, its swollen tip all but touching the spot where her ribs meet. If it weren’t for Carnal Compliance...

Strong hands lovingly caress across the smooth skin of Thea’s hips, ever so slowly sliding beneath the noble girl to grab onto her tight ass. “Mhhh-hh~...” She shudders as her lower body is lifted just a little, her Draconic lover’s dick getting dragged back in anticipation of finally getting to fill her needy pussy, physics be damned.

Thea’s face flushes beneath its cum glazing, even as her closed eyes twitch in obvious annoyance at the excruciatingly slow pace that Krvavy is taking.

“Oh~!” Beryl gasps as Khalia’s face presses between her now-clean thighs, diving into her pussy unprompted. Her nimble fingers slide through the Orc’s black-brown hair as she holds back a moan, nibbling on her bottom lip. “Are we bei-Ahn~! Bein’ mean ta the brat toda-Aah~? Really makin’ ‘er, OH~, wait~?”

“Mhhhnn! GMMNH!” Thea impatiently hums, still refusing to open her mouth and let any cum get past her lips. Her hands blindly paw at the barbarian, grabbing onto Krvavy’s cock and roughly jerking it a bit.

“Oh~? Wha’ are ya–AAH~! Tryin’ ta say~?” The tanned Elf teasingly moans back as she bucks her hips forwards, grinding herself against Khalia’s face.

“Mhnn–nooOUAAH~!” The silver-blonde brat’s lips part as a pleasured cry escapes her mouth, quickly shifting into a shout of angered disgust. “UGH~! ACK~!” She sputters and coughs, acting as if she is tasting the most vile and repulsive thing ever. And it is clearly an act, as she makes no effort to actually spit out any of the cum that makes it past her lips, simply swallowing it all down.

“Ya ‘ave serviced oOUHr dearest love so–Ahn~! So many times before~!” Beryl teasingly states, her pert breasts rapidly rising and falling with each ragged breath she takes. “And yet ya-AAH~! Ya still cum fro-oUAHM~! Just ‘er tip~? Pathe-aAHHSHTICH~!” The Elf’s words quickly slur into unintelligible moans as her sweet juices gush into Khalia’s hungry mouth.

“NHOO~! I Ahm no-OHT~! CUUHMMING~!” Thea tries to deny reality as the tip of the Drakling’s dick slowly saws in and out of her soaked slit, barely penetrating past her swollen lips. “YHOOU~! AAAAHN~!” Her moaned words quickly lose coherency as her body convulses atop the moss bedding, her legs clamping down around Krvavy’s waist and trying desperately to force the much stronger barbarian forwards.

“Tha’~...!” The shamelessly hypocritical Elf gasps, aftershocks of ecstasy echoing though her sensitive body. “Kha–” She is swiftly silenced with a sudden and short kiss, the Orc’s plump lips briefly pressing against her own. “Ah love ya, sweet puppy~...”

Khalia’s tail wildly wags through the air as she nuzzles her face into that of this tomboy. “Me love pretty Elfy too~!”

“T-touchi-IHNG~!” The silver-blonde brat sarcastically moans. “Ca-AAHN~! You clean me u-uUHP~! Already~!?”

“Ya ‘ave ‘ands. Ya could’a done it yerself.” Beryl dryly states, though the playfully mischievous smile spreading across her face doesn’t quite match that tone. Leaning forwards slightly, she whispers something into Khalia’s fluffy ear before giving the Orc a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go on, puppy, ya can clean ‘er up now~!”

“Fina–AAAOOOOH~!” Ecstasy arcs through Thea’s body as the Were-Beast woman’s wide tongue abruptly presses against her little love button. Her hips buck as much as they can in Krvavy’s unyielding grip, desperately trying to get more than just the tip of the Drakling’s dick inside of her as the Orc begins to suckle on her clit. “NHOOO~! SHTAAHP~! AAAAHN~! PLHEEAAASH~!”

The bratty girl’s act breaks mere seconds after Khalia’s tongue comes into contact with her body. Her haughty and annoyed attitude is replaced with her true self: a desperately horny slut who wants nothing more than to cum her brains out while getting fucked by the love of her life.

“Beautiful, isn’t she~?” Beryl gently coos into Krvavy’s ear, pressing up against the barbarian’s side. Her hands slowly slide over her lover’s strong body, feeling each muscle move as Krvavy continues to almost lazily saw just her tip in and out of the brat’s needy slit. “Yer girl~... Yer beautiful Human girl~... A once arrogant and ‘aughty noble, reduced ta yer own personal whore~... She is so much better like this, isn’t she~? When she is bein’ honest wit’ ‘erself~?”

Krvavy shudders as her Elf’s lips lovingly leave a trail of kisses all the way from her cheek, over her lower horn, and down towards her collarbone. Beryl’s needy slit grinds against her hip, drawing quiet gasps from that tanned tomboy.

“PLHEEEEASSHHHNH~! PLHHHHSHHH~!”

Thea’s begging moans and pleasured cries dance through the air, egging Krvavy on just as much as Beryl’s lewd murmurs. The barbarian desperately wants to give into her lust and start pounding her brat, but she holds herself back. She came a few times already, so it isn’t like she needs to get off again, and Khalia is kind of in the way as well...

As if reading her thoughts, the Orc pulls her mouth away from the brat’s clit. With a panting breath Khalia begins trailing her tongue up Thea’s belly, eagerly licking up the sticky cum plastered all over that girl’s flushed skin.

“AAAAHHN~! MHORRE~!” The silver-blonde brat lewdly slurs, her body nearly convulsing as more of the Drakling’s dick penetrates into her desperate pussy with each thrust. “YHEESH~!” Thea joyously cries, her voice growing hoarse as no more than a quarter of her lover’s length plunges into her slit.

“Did ya miss this~?” Beryl playfully whispers, her hot breath teasing against Krvavy’s skin. “Two weeks without yer brat’s pretty little pussy squeezin’ yer shaft~? Two weeks without yer precious puppy devourin’ yer seed~? Two weeks without playin’ wit’ yer Dwarf’s fat udders~? Two weeks without ‘avin’ me, yer very own Elf, by yer side~? Two weeks without us~?”

“Yesss~...!” The barbarian sighs in pleasured bliss, closing her eyes for a moment to simply bask in the sweet sensations suffusing her very being.

“Good~...” The tomboyish Elf’s teeth gently nibble at the Drakling’s ear, filling Krvavy’s mind with the sounds of Beryl’s gasping breaths. “How then, my dearest love, does the Countess compare~?”

Krvavy’s thrusts abruptly come to a stop, her cock more than halfway into Thea’s accommodating slit. The conflicting feelings she has for Rina surge to the forefront of her mind, pushing back the horny haze. Shame and embarrassment wells up inside of her, forcing the answer from her lips. “This... is better~...!” How could she ever doubt that? She almost feels stupid for how much those feelings weighed on her mind these last few days. But the answer is so obvious now.

No matter how close to perfection Rina may be, she isn’t one of Krvavy’s girls.

Rather than respond to that with words, Beryl’s hands grab onto the barbarian’s cheeks as she claims her lover’s lips with a passionate kiss.

Krvavy’s thrusts resume the moment their lips touch, her cock plunging deeper and deeper into the brat as the seconds pass on by. Beryl moans into her mouth as their tongues briefly dance, though their kiss quickly becomes rather one sided as the Drakling dominates her Elf’s mouth.

“AAAAAHHNGHH~!” Thea’s body thrashes in orgasmic ecstasy as Krvavy’s shaft hilts inside of her. The magic that makes her pussy capable of taking the Drakling’s entire length ensures that their crotches can mash together, squishing her sensitive clit between them, at the same time that the tip of Krvavy’s cock batters into the entrance of her womb.

The barbarian holds herself in place for a moment, letting Thea get used to her size while her brat’s tight love tunnel squeezes and spasms around her shaft. Her tongue delves deeper into Beryl’s mouth, briefly pressing into the Elf’s throat before pulling back altogether.

“Hhahhh~...!” Beryl pants and gasps, her blue-green gaze locked onto Krvavy’s emerald eyes, conveying the full extent of her love without requiring even a single word. The Elf’s lips curl into a warm and gentle smile as her hands remain cupped around Krvavy’s face. Her cheeks flush beautifully as she leans in just a little more, pressing their foreheads together as best she can while rubbing the tips of their noses together.

With great reluctance, Beryl slowly pulls herself back, but not before planting another quick kiss on the Drakling’s lips. A long and content sigh makes its way past her lips as she cuddles against Krvavy’s side, seemingly satisfied with just holding the barbarian in a warm embrace.

“Ahrwhhoo~...!” Khalia quietly breathes out a joyful howl as her wide tongue finally makes its way up to Thea’s pert breasts. Her four little tusks sink a little into the brat’s supple titflesh as her lips wrap around a delicious little nipple, taking a moment to suckle on it rather than do her duty and clean up the cum.

“AHHhhh~...!” The silver-blonde brat wordlessly shudders as Krvavy begins to move again, that oversized rod rubbing its ridges along the most sensitive spots of her magically accommodating pussy. Her swollen lower lips burn with need as the Drakling’s dick saws in and out of her slit, gradually picking up its pace.

The barbarian’s hips slam down into her brat with more and more force, drawing out exhausted gasping moans and raspy cries. The sight before her feeds into Krvavy’s lust, strengthening the horny haze clouding her mind. Thea truly missed her, and her cock. The beautiful brat normally has more energy than this. It usually takes longer until she reaches this utterly cock-addled state.

Thea has obviously given completely into pleasure, letting all of those useless thoughts leave her pretty little head. All that is left is a desire to be used, to be fucked and filled with cum. Her thighs remain firmly clamped around Krvavy’s waist, making long and deep thrusts more difficult than they would otherwise be. At some point her hands have grabbed at Krvavy’s own, desperate to lock fingers but content with feeling the strong scaled grip holding onto her hips.

Khalia’s tail wildly wags back and forth as her wide tongue trails up the brat’s neck. The cum plastering Thea’s face has started to dry a bit, but that doesn’t seem to bother the Orc. She simply slobbers over it all.

“Hhhhmmn~...!” The silver-blonde brat’s already weak moans are muffled even further as the Were-Beast’s lips press against her own. Completely out of it, Thea hardly reacts to the sudden kiss, simply swallowing down the cum that Khalia so generously shares with her.

That sight sends a shiver of pleasure down Krvavy’s spine, bringing her ever closer to the edge. Her long and inhuman tongue lolls past her lips, nearly reaching down to her breasts, as her hips begin to slam down with greater and greater force.

Thea may be on the thinner side, but her body is still plenty soft. Each aggressive thrust sends a shockwave rippling through the girl, her thighs and breasts trembling in such a beautiful way. Her belly bulges out a bit as the barbarian’s oversized cock batters and bashes against the entrance to her womb, though not as much as it realistically should.

“Awhaah~!” The Orc breathes out a soft bark as she pulls her lips back, quickly pressing her tongue against Thea’s cheek once more. After all of this time, Khalia finally begins to lick up the cum covering the brat’s closed eyes, leaving a slick layer of slobbering saliva in its place.

“Hhhnmhh~...!” Thea weakly moans as her eyes slowly flutter open. She can just barely see past Khalia’s face as the Were-Beast licks up the last strands of sticky cum plastered across her forehead. Her soft-blue eyes are hazy and unfocused, but they aren’t empty. The brat’s half-lidded gaze exudes love and lust, affection and pure arousal, as she meets Krvavy’s eyes.

Even though the brat is in no state to even think about forming a word, Krvavy knows that if she could speak right now she would only have one thing to say: “I love you.”

The barbarian suddenly goes tense, her hefty sack clenching up against her body. She thrusts into Thea a few more times before slamming her shaft all the way into the brat’s soaked slit. The entrance to Thea’s womb almost kisses at the tip of Krvavy’s cock as it throbs inside of the needy brat, unloading the first creamy spurt deep into her little princess’ most special of places.

“Hnngh~!” The silver-blonde brat clenches her teeth as an intense wave of ecstasy flows through her body, her half-lidded eyes rolling back in her head as she shudders and shakes. Her magically perfect pussy clenches down on the Drakling’s dick, massaging and caressing it with inhuman precision.

Krvavy’s fingers dig into her little princess’ hips as her vision goes white, completely giving in and letting those waves of pleasure wash over her. Thea’s sweet juices spray against her crotch as their shared orgasm pushes them both to greater heights. Her cock throbs again and again, countless times unloading a seemingly endless amount of her thick seed into this beautiful brat’s willing womb.

A part of her mind loathes the fact that this moment has to come to an end, but she is powerless to stop that from happening.

“Hahhh~...!” Krvavy slowly pants, her bare breasts heaving as Thea’s quivering love tunnel squeezes her softening cock, as if trying to coax it back to its full length.

“Drink, my dearest love~...” Beryl gently coos, holding a jug up to the barbarian’s lips. “Ya are such a virile stud~...! Ya’ve cum so much, given us so much o’ yer precious seed~...! But Ah know ya can give us more~...! It is my turn now, after all, and Ah know ya wouldn’t leave me wantin’~...!”

Krvavy eagerly gulps down the jug’s contents, feeling the pleasantly warm liquid flow down her throat and heat up her insides. Though... she isn’t sure what it is that Beryl is making her drink. It is thicker than water, but not by much... It has a sweet and almost floral flavour, but it isn’t overpowering...

The now-empty jug is pulled away from her lips and swiftly placed aside.

A gentle hand presses against Krvavy’s abs, slowly urging her to pull back from the brat. Thea’s legs try to keep the Drakling in place, but are too weak to put up much of an effort, limply falling down to the moss bedding.

Krvavy cock slips out of the brat’s lovingly used pussy with a series of wet and squelching pops, followed closely by a wave of thick cum. But before her seed can spill onto the moss below, Khalia’s face pushes between the brat’s thighs. The sound of sloppy licking and slightly muffled moans fills the air as the Were-Beast makes sure to not let even a single drop of her Mate’s seed go to waste.

“Ach, come on, my dearest love~!” Beryl playfully teases, gently cupping Krvavy’s cheek and turning the barbarian’s head towards her. “Ya are soft~! Are ya really tha’ tired~? Now, now, it’s nothin’ ta be ashamed about~! Ya ‘ave cum so much already~! It is only natural ta be tired after all o’ tha’~! So please, my dearest love, lie back down and relax as yer Beryl takes care o’ ya~!”

The tanned Wood Elf’s hand slides down towards the barbarian’s chest and gives her a firm shove. Having complete faith in her sweet berry, Krvavy lets herself fall back, getting caught by the soft moss bedding.

Krvavy is left completely speechless as she gazes up at that Elf. She nearly forgets to breathe, so completely captivated by the sheer beauty that is Beryl.

The Elf’s blue-green eyes twinkle with a playful joy as she rests a hand on her hip. Her smooth skin glistens in the mornings light, wonderfully tanned and the colour of caramel, almost glowing with warmth and life. Her willowy figure seems even more stunning from this angle, her lithe form and long toned legs emphasized as she stands above the barbarian.

The bright blue-green fabric of her fingerless gloves still clings to her arms, reaching all the way up to the middle of her wiry biceps. They, along with those matching stockings, accentuate her beauty to a degree that simply shouldn’t be possible.

Each gentle breath that she takes causes her pert tits to rise and fall, those beautiful little handfuls jiggling faintly from the subtle motion. Her narrow waist makes her hips seem all the more womanly, drawing attention towards her hairless slit. Her inner thighs are slick with her sweet juices, betraying her calm demeanour and showing just how much she wants... no, how much she needs to be with her Draconic lover.

Perfection in the form of a Wood Elf stands above Krvavy, and they both know it.

“Enjoyin’ the view~?” Beryl teasingly asks, taking a single step forwards. “Ah love feelin’ yer eyes on me, but why limit yerself ta just lookin’~?”

The Elf gracefully drops down to her knees, and then lowers herself even further. Her lips spread into a playful smile before parting around the tip of Krvavy’s cum-covered cock. That semi-soft shaft easily enters into her warm mouth, twitching as she gently suckles on it. Beryl’s eyes twinkle mischievously as her nose just barely presses into Krvavy’s crotch.

Beryl’s tongue dances across the sensitive underside of that swiftly swelling shaft as she pulls her head back, teeth grazing against each ridge along the way. The Drakling’s dick throbs in growing need as the tomboyish Elf’s lips audibly pop off of its turgid tip. “Mwah~!” Beryl loudly plants a kiss at the tip of the mostly cleaned shaft. Strings of slick, phlegmy saliva stretch between that cock and her mouth, snapping as she pulls further away.

Krvavy gently bites the inside of her cheek as Beryl begins crawling forwards, pert tits and a toned tummy getting dragging across the barbarian’s prone form. The Wood Elf’s thin and athletic body rubs against the Drakling’s larger and more muscular frame, squishing that ridged rod between each other and surrounding it with their shared warmth.

Beryl presses her face into the barbarian’s bigger breasts, planting gentle kisses across an expanse of pale and snowy skin. The slight mess left on Krvavy’s cock smears across her toned tummy as she swings her hips back and forth. One of her hands softly locks fingers with the barbarian, giving her lover a gentle squeeze before directing that hand down to her raised rear.

“Hahh~...” An utterly relaxed, and rather lewd, sigh escapes past the Drakling’s parted lips as her free hand digs into her beautiful Elf’s firm ass, holding onto the wonderfully toned cheek. This massage, if it can even be called that, may be rather simple, but it feels great~...

The tomboyish Wood Elf slowly pulls herself further up Krvavy’s body, dragging her stiff nipples over the barbarian’s breasts. “Love~...” She happily sighs, her face hovering so close to Krvavy’s own. “Tha’ word is not enough ta express ‘ow Ah feel about ya, my Krvavy~!”

The barbarian opens her mouth to respond, but is swiftly silenced as a single finger presses down on her lips.

“Now, now. Ya don’t need ta say it. Ah know tha’ ya love me too, and Ah know tha’ yer love is more real than my own.” A wistful look briefly passes over the Elf’s face, quickly getting buried by a loving smile. “Ya ‘ave ‘ad a busy week, and an active mornin’, so please just let me take care o’ ya~.”

Beryl doesn’t wait for a response. Leaning her head down, she plants a single kiss onto Krvavy’s nose, before moving her hands to the Drakling’s shoulders.

“Mhhh~!” The teasing tomboy softly moans, dragging her hips forwards and grinding her needy slit over Krvavy’s cock. Love and lust alike fill her face as she gazes down into Krvavy’s eyes, wordlessly wiggling against her lover’s length, nimbly positioning herself directly at its tip. With a deep breath she pushes her hips back.

A constricting pressure soon surrounds Krvavy’s cockhead, quivering and clenching as this lithe Elf slowly impales her so very tight love tunnel on this stiff and honestly oversized shaft. That ridged rod bends slightly beneath Beryl’s light weight, struggling to slip inside that hot and needy hole.

“Ah missed this~...” Beryl softly sighs, her voice underlined with the faintest of groans. A satisfied joy fills her flushed face as her blue-green eyes flutter closed. She simply breathes in and out, enjoying the feeling of being so fully filled. “It’s...” The Elf’s serene expression darkens slightly, her lips twisting into a faint frown, as the entrance to her womb gently kisses at the tip of Krvavy’s cock. Her eyes crack open just a little as she glares down to where they are joined, looking almost resentful that half of her lover’s length has been left outside.

The Drakling’s scaled fingers give her tanned tomboy’s perfect ass a squeeze, her touch trailing up that beautiful woman’s toned back, palm pressing into the space between shoulder blades.

The Elf gently shakes her head, turning her gaze back up to Krvavy’s face. “My dearest love, my Krvavy... When will ya give me a part o’ yer soul? Why must yer brat and puppy be tha’ much closer ta ya? Let me ‘ave a part o’ ya, let it twist my body like it did fer Thea. Let me take yer whole length. Let me give ya the pleasure tha’ ya deserve...”

Krvavy wordlessly opens and closes her mouth, not quite sure how to respond to that.

“Sorry, sorry.” Beryl sighs again, slowly rolling her hips around to provide pleasure to the one she loves more than anything in existence “Ah know tha’ ya can’t control it. If ya could, then ya would’a already given a part o’ yerself ta me... Hah, it’s funny, isn’t it? Ah want ta be stronger fer ya, but if Ah were weaker, like yer brat was, then perhaps Ah’d ‘ave gotten wha’ Ah oh so want already? Tsk, tha’ is a thought fer another time. Wouldn’t want ta spoil this moment wit’ ya, now would Ah~?”

With that the Elf’s sorrow seems to retreat, leaving a smile as genuine as her love in its place. A moment later, she begins to slowly ride the Drakling’s dick, moving side to side and rolling her hips more than she is bouncing on its length. Her hands pull back from the barbarian as she straightens up, nimbly trailing her fingers along her own body as if to emphasize her lithe form.

Despite the relaxed pace that Beryl has taken, pulses of pleasure still echo through Krvavy’s very being. It isn’t enough to get her off right away, but in time this lewd dance will bring her to the edge and push her right over it.

The faintest bulge is visible in Beryl’s toned belly, appearing and disappearing as she moves her hips. It is a wonderful sight to Krvavy’s eyes, and not just because it feeds her pride. Krvavy’s mind simply can’t help but connect it to the thought of breeding Beryl. And while the barbarian isn’t sure that she’ll ever be ready to have kids, thinking about getting her Elf pregnant still turns her on...

“Mm~?” Beryl questioningly hums, glancing back over her shoulder. “Ach, alright~.”

Krvavy gently shakes her head. Did... she miss something...?

The tomboyish Wood Elf plants a hand onto the Drakling’s firm thigh as she lifts a leg up, moving it over Krvavy’s prone form.

The barbarian’s brief confusion is immediately buried by a wave of ecstasy as Beryl’s tight love tunnel twists around her shaft. Another jolt of pleasure shoots through her body as the dexterous Elf continues to rotate around, only stopping once she is fully facing away.

“Aah~!” Beryl gasps as Krvavy’s hips involuntarily buck up, cockhead mashing against the entrance to her womb. “My dearest lo–OOHVVHE~!” That venerable title wavers and cracks beneath an onslaught of orgasmic bliss, shifting into a pleasured scream. Sweet juices squirt down onto the moss bedding below as Beryl’s needy pussy begins to convulse around the stiff shaft speared so deep inside of her.

That sudden spike of pleasure pushes Krvavy close to the edge, but she wants to enjoy her Elf some more, so she tries to hold herself back. That thought is doomed to fail though, as a wide tongue presses against her length, licking all the way from its base up to Beryl’s tight slit.

“Wuu-ufff~!” Khalia’s hot breath breaks the barbarian’s restraint.

Krvavy’s hefty sack pulls against her body as her cock throbs and pulses. She can feel Beryl’s orgasm end just as her own begins, her thick seed spurting straight into the Elf’s defenceless womb.

“Yhesh~!” The tanned tomboy’s voice sings out through the air as that sensation turns a blissful aftershock into another quivering orgasm. Her insides quiver and convulse, massaging the shaft spearing into her soaked slit by squeezing it as tightly as she can, her toned love tunnel all but milking that cock of its cum.

Krvavy’s mind floats in a cloud of blissful ecstasy, thoughts muddled by her horny haze. Just like her Elf, she gives into pleasure and loses herself once more. She can feel her fingers grab onto Beryl’s toned thighs, she can feel Khalia’s tongue eagerly lap at the underside of her shaft, she can feel her cum shooting out into her Elf’s tight hole...

Her body tingles with warmth as she closes her eyes. A part of her wants more and more and more, but another part of her is content with what she has. Her body feels weak and heavy as the decision is made for her, comforting darkness descending around her.

“Just~... Just relax~... My dearest love~...”