Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

“Ugh...” A quiet groan passes through Thea’s pursed lips. “Do we have to do it like this...?”

“What, don’t you like cuddling with me~?” Krvavy’s chin comes to rest atop her little princess’ head, her arms tightly hugging the brat’s midsection. “I love you~.”

“Hngh~!” Thea bites back a moan, fidgeting in the Drakling’s lap. “S-stop that!”

“Stop what~?”

“You know wha–aAht~! That! Stop it!”

“I’m not doing anything~!” Soft moss bedding squishes beneath the barbarian’s butt as she subtly shifts her weight side to side, unable to keep the laughter and joy from her voice. “I love you~.”

“Ahhnmmgh~!” Thea desperately tries to silence her pleasure, pressing both of her hands down over her mouth. “Hhhhmmmh~...!” But still she shudders in bliss.

“Oh~? Is my pretty little princess going to cum just from hearing me say ‘I love you~’?” Krvavy ruthlessly teases her beautifully bratty blonde. “Or is it my degenerate dragon dick~? Is having it simply speared inside of you, spreading open your pretty little pussy, enough to get you off~? Guess we’ll never know~! I love you~! I love you~! I lov–~!”

“STAAHP~!” The overwhelmed noble girl cries out, her voice slurring in ecstasy as she twitches atop Krvavy’s cock.

The barbarian closes her eyes and simply basks in the feeling of Thea’s quivering love tunnel constricting and convulsing around her length. It isn’t enough to make her cum, but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. A heaven of tight, trembling heat surrounds her very being... warmth washing over her in wonderful waves...

“I... really hate you... sometimes...” Thea grumpily mumbles and groans as she relaxes into the Drakling’s arms, breathing quite heavily as she gradually comes down from her high.

“Rude.” Krvavy clicks her tongue in mock annoyance, unable to keep the smile off her face.

“You are such a pervert...” The bratty girl slowly sighs those words, doing an admirable job at ignoring the light aftershocks rolling through her lewd body. “Are you incapable of focusing on anything other than sex?”

“It was your idea to have me inside of you like this.”

“Only because it was more comfortable that sitting on that thing or having it press into my back!” Thea hastily defends herself, trying to sound stern but just coming across as adorably pouty instead. “We would not be in this situation if you could hold yourself back and not get hard from the slightest contact!”

“You are sitting in my lap. That is more than the slightest contact.” The Drakling dryly states, giving her brat a gentle squeeze.

“And whose idea was that?!”

“Mine~!” Krvavy proudly answers, drawing a frustrated groan – which sounds suspiciously like a moan – from her little princess. “Also... I really do love you.”

“Ugh! Can we just get back to reading that boring book of yours...?” The girl grumbles and definitely rolls her eyes, even if Krvavy can’t see those beautiful soft-blue gems with how they are cuddling together like this.

“Nah,” the barbarian dismissively shrugs her shoulders. “I could tell that you wanted a break. That’s why I started teasing you out of nowhere like that.”

“How thoughtful of yo-ou...” Thea’s sarcastic voice wavers slightly as a particularly strong aftershock of pleasure sends a shuddering shiver along her spine. That the cock sheathed inside of her just so happened to throb at the same time definitely didn’t help either.

“So... how have you been?” Krvavy casually asks, acting as if they aren’t doing anything even remotely lewd right now.

“Small talk? Really? Even after that discussion we all had last night?”

“Yes, really. I’ve spent the last few weeks away from home and have barely seen you at all.” Krvavy gives her brat another gentle squeeze, drawing out a faint moan. “So, how have you been? Made any progress with your magic? Getting better with your bow? Did you level up?”

“Ugh, can you not just ask one question at a time?” Thea tries to act annoyed, but there is a clear note of happiness in her voice that betrays her true feelings. Though that fades rather quickly as she finds herself having to actually answer that question. “I have made... some progress with all of those. My magic is as frustrating as ever. I am slowly getting better at harnessing mana and shaping it into what might be considered proper spells, but I am still locked into that one degenerate school. Which I still blame you for.”

“Aww, is my lusty little loveslave complaining about only being able to cast sex magic~?” The barbarian teasingly coos, nuzzling her face into the top of Thea’s head and planting plenty of kisses into those silver-blonde strands.

“I will zap you.” The bratty girl coldly threatens, pink sparks of pure lust arcing between her fingers as her hand hovers dangerously close to the Drakling’s undefended skin.

“Go ahead~!” The barbarian eggs her brat on. “I’ll just use the girl currently impaled on my cock~!”

“Hmph...!” Thea huffs in annoyance as she realizes her threat has fallen completely flat. “As for my bow,” she continues on as if nothing had happened, “that is also as frustrating as ever.”

“So when you said you’ve made ‘some progress’, you mean that you’ve –”

“Yes, I have levelled up.” The silver-blonde brat gently shakes her head, before suddenly growing tense. “And do not even think about scrying me! It would simply be a needless invasion of my privacy! I have not gained another trait nor another spell! Little has changed beyond some numbers!”

“Hmm...” Krvavy exaggeratedly hums, as if she needs to actually think of what she is about to say. “Okay. I won’t Inspect you. This time~.”

“How generous of you...” The bratty noble girl sarcastically mutters back.

“What do you think of Adeline?”

That sudden question causes Thea to jump slightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of their bodies. “Why are you asking that?” She hesitantly asks, turning her head to suspiciously stare up at the barbarian.

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to catch you being rude or anything.” Krvavy reassures her brat, idly drumming her fingers against the girl’s belly... right atop the spot where her dick is distending that soft midsection. “I just... kind of feel like I’ve neglected her, you know? I brought her here but then didn’t stick around all that long before heading off to Raseyne. And when I got back I barely even spoke to her before leaving again.”

“Ugh, I doubt she cares about that.” Thea accompanies that answer with a roll of her eyes. “She seems perfectly happy being forgotten and ignored. In fact, paying attention to that little rabbit just makes her uncomfortable. She would make a decent maid, if we had need of one...”

“You haven’t been bossing her around, have you?” The faintest hint of accusation enters the barbarian’s tone.

“No.” Thea plainly replies. “I do my best to ignore her. Which is not a difficult thing to do.”

“Alright.” Krvavy shrugs her shoulders, trusting this haughty noble not to lie to her. “Is this enough of a break for you?”

“Want to get back to learning how to read?” A tinge of derision underlines those bratty words, the slightest sneer playing at those soft and kissable lips.

“Yup.” Krvavy ignores her brat’s weak insult. “Do you want to get off my cock first, or...?”

“N-no!” Thea hastily answers, arrogant act cracking for just a moment as her face flushes a deep red. “No. I do not want to see that disgusting dick of yours standing tall with its perverted pride! So it is best to keep it as is! Hidden and out of sight!”

The Drakling can’t help but smile as she immediately sees through that flimsy excuse. “I love you~.” She earnestly states, planting yet another kiss on top of her brat’s head.

“Wha–?! Sh-shut up!” The silver-blonde noble girl sputters out, trying to act annoyed even as her pussy clenches around Krvavy’s cock. “Ahem...!” She loudly clears her throat, taking a moment to regain her composure.

Krvavy straightens her back and leans forwards, pressing her pale breasts against Thea’s head.

“Why are you looking at me like that...?” The bratty girl raises an eyebrow and glances up at the barbarian’s upside-down face looming above her.

“You sure do squint a lot when you read.”

Thea’s quizzical expression quickly shifts into a scowl, her soft-blue eyes narrowing as she meets the Drakling’s gaze. “And?”

“Just thinking out loud.” Krvavy shrugs her shoulders and leans back, giving her girl some space. She didn’t expect that to be such a touchy subject for Thea, so guess she just isn’t going to mention it any more? “That letter is an ‘a’, right?” The barbarian asks, reaching over to point at the open page that they had left off on.

The silver-blonde brat squints and leans towards the open book. “No...” She states with a bit of hesitation, pulling back as much as she can with Krvavy’s body in the way. The girl stares at the distant page for just a moment before shaking her head and repeating herself with more confidence. “No. That is an ‘e’. It is not the most... neatly written.”

“Oh.” Krvavy stifles a sigh. This is going to be more difficult than she thought...

“Wow.” Krvavy can’t help but voice her appreciation as she walks through Inanna’s workshop, heading straight to the part that she knows the Dwarf has put the most work into.

This place looks a lot more impressive, and finished, than it did the last time Krvavy saw it. Her Dwarf sure has put in a lot of work these past few weeks. And to think that all of this was done without any magic, just stacking bricks and carving stone...

The sound of metal being hammered grows louder with each step Krvavy takes. Stepping through the final doorway, she sees her beautiful shortstack standing in front of the forge. Beads of sweat drip down Inanna’s mostly bare body, her dark-grey skin covered only by a thick leather apron and some heavy-duty gloves. It probably isn’t the best outfit to wear while so close to a forge, she should definitely have some boots on as well, but it seems to be working well enough for Inanna.

And, to be completely honest, as long as it isn’t putting her Dwarf in danger, Krvavy doesn’t really mind how little Inanna is wearing. Being the pervert that she is, Krvavy actually likes it. The sight in front of her is undeniably hot, and not just in a literal way.

Inanna’s apron does a great job covering up her front, not leaving even a sliver of her vast cleavage on display, and her thick coal-black hair is obscuring most of her backside. But that isn’t to say that she is completely covered. That apron is showing off quite a lot of sideboob, and that large expanse of flesh is jiggling oh so beautifully with each strike of her hammer...

“Can I help you?” Inanna’s voice draws the barbarian out of her thoughts. The Dwarf’s lips are curled upwards ever so slightly, making the faintest of smiles as she lifts a pair of thick goggles off her face.

“I just felt like visiting you.” Krvavy smiles back, hungrily taking in this wonderful view of her Dwarf’s very short and very stacked form. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“No. I was just running some tests.” The grey-skinned Dwarf answers with a gentle shake of her head. “This forge is not performing quite to the standard that I am used to. The bellows you got for me have been a great help, but they alone are not enough.” Her lips suddenly twist down into the faintest of frowns. “I do not mean to sound ungrateful.”

“It’s alright. I get what you mean.” Krvavy brushes off her Dwarf’s worry. “They are just hand bellows after all. They’re probably meant to be used on a fireplace, not a full-blown forge.”

“Mm.” Inanna hums in agreement as she removes her thick gloves and places them aside, before stepping away from the searing flames.

“Anyway,” the barbarian rolls her shoulders and glances around the room, “do you need me to merge all these bricks together yet? It looks like you’re pretty close to needing to build the ceiling...”

“I would prefer if you would get back to expanding our home.” Inanna walks across the room, heading towards a table with a large jug of water and a few empty cups resting on it. “I still need a lot of bricks, and I have used most of what you have already dug up.”

“Right. I’ll probably get back to that tomorrow. Or the next day.” Krvavy replies, idly watching her Dwarf fill a cup and drink from it. “I still haven’t had the chance to use those fancy stones I brought back from Raseyne, and I’d like to make our bathroom look nicer before I get back to digging.”

“Mm. I’m not in a rush.” Inanna states, placing her cup down and turning back towards the barbarian. “Now, are you just visiting or are you here for something more~?”

Krvavy’s cock twitches as she hears a hint of lewd hunger in Inanna’s voice. “Well, I didn’t really come here for that, but... You know me. I’m always up for something more~.”

“Good.” Inanna curtly nods her head, reaching behind her back to untie her apron. The faintest blush enters her dark-grey cheeks as that sheet of heavy leather drops to the ground. “Sit there.” The naked Dwarf authoritatively orders, gesturing to a nearby stone bench.

Krvavy gently bites her bottom lip as she does what her shortstack demands, her shaft slowly stiffening with each breath she takes. That smooth stone seat is a little colder than expected. At least compared to the hot air filling this workshop.

“My Ushumgal~...” The Dwarf all but moans that title as she steps forwards, grabbing onto Krvavy’s arms and pulling herself up into the barbarian’s lap. Her bountiful breasts, glistening with sweat, press against Krvavy’s pale tits, dwarfing those of the larger Drakling.

Krvavy’s cock throbs as it is squished between the bodies of herself and her Dwarf.

“Have you missed me?” Inanna asks in an almost teasing tone, lethargically gyrating her hips and grinding herself against the underside of her Draconic lover’s dick.

“Of course~!” The barbarian immediately replies, her voice dripping with love and affection as her hands slide beneath the voluminous mass of Inanna’s coal-black hair, caressing this Dwarf’s back and cupping her thick ass. “I love you~!” Her whispered voice carries through the hot air as she leans her head forwards, intent on sharing a kiss with her Inanna.

A single finger presses against the barbarian’s lips. “Now, now, no need to get intimate.” Inanna calmly admonishes the Drakling with just the fainted bit of playfulness in her voice. “We are simply having a normal conversation here. Keep your lust in check.”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow as she meets Inanna’s copper-orange gaze, feeling a little disappointed that she didn’t get to kiss her lovely shortstack of a Dwarf. But that disappointment doesn’t last very long, as just being here with Inanna in her arms is enough to bring a smile to her face. Still, she can’t just let Inanna act all teasing and playful without returning some of that energy.

The Dwarf dispassionately stares back at Krvavy as the Drakling’s long inhuman tongue coils around her finger. “Were those anti-magic nails useful to you?” Inanna casually asks, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

“Ahhn...” The Drakling quickly regrets trying to tease Inanna like this. Not only does the Dwarf’s hand taste kind of unpleasant, almost certainly due to the thick leather glove that she was just wearing, but it is also kind of hard to speak with her tongue pinched between Inanna’s fingers. “Bhleh...”

“Behave, my Ushumgal.” The Dwarf says with a smile, releasing the barbarian’s tongue.

“Fine...” Krvavy dramatically sighs, gently nibbling on her bottom lip after her tongue slips back into her mouth. She really wants to kiss Inanna right now... “To be honest, I prob... no, I definitely would have died without those nails. So yeah, they were useful.”

“And the runes I painted onto you?”

“Very useful. Also definitely would have died without them.” The barbarian clicks her tongue, fully expecting to be reprimanded by her Dwarf.

“Mm. Has this whole experience taught you something?” Inanna asks, sounding ever so slightly smug. “Such as not fighting those so far above your level, perhaps?”

“Yeah...” Krvavy sighs for real this time, feeling a little annoyed with herself. Going after the Patriarch like that was kind of stupid of her. Sure, it did work out in the end, but only because her girls had delayed her. If she had rushed out without those nails or painted runes... or without Khalia...

“Now, now. No need to dwell on it.” Inanna gently states, patting Krvavy’s shoulder in a mildly awkward attempt at being comforting. “Though... Perhaps it would be best if you don’t mention just how close you were to dying when Beryl is around... She might decide to never let you leave home again.”

The barbarian nods in agreement as the two of them fall into comfortable silence, simply enjoying each others’ presence. Of course, the fact that Inanna is still slowly grinding herself against the Drakling’s dick, sending constant shivers of pleasure through them both, also helps to make staying like this more enjoyable.

“I missed this, my Ushumgal.” The Dwarf eventually speaks up. “There are few things more pleasant than being held in your embrace, my big and strong Dragon~.”

“And there are few things better than holding you~.” Krvavy lovingly returns, lips curling into a playful smile. “Though I can think of a couple we could do right now~.” Her fingers dig into the Dwarf’s thick rear, giving it a good squeeze.

“Mm~...” Inanna moans, her dark-grey lips parting alluringly. “Behave.”

“What if I don’t want to behave~?” The barbarian playfully asks, her emerald eyes twinkling as the tip of her long tongue pokes free from her mouth.

“Good question.” The Dwarf replies, watching her Draconic lover’s inhuman tongue slowly cross the gap towards her. “Would you like to find out?” A slight smile finds its way onto her face as she issues that challenge.

That lewd, tentacle-like appendage reluctantly retreats. “You’re killing me.” Krvavy grumbles back, softly shaking her head.

“Mm.” The Dwarf frowns ever so slightly. “I really thought you were going to kiss me there.”

“I wanted to, I really wanted to.” Krvavy laments with a sigh. “But I don’t want to risk getting kicked out of your workshop just yet. I have something to ask you first.”

“Kick you out? I would never.” Inanna replies, her copper-orange eyes glimmering with open and honest amusement. “I would simply bury you beneath a barrage of questions regarding what we spoke of last night. But I do not need that knowledge at this very moment, so go ahead. Ask your own question.”

“Can you make glasses?”

“As in... eyeglasses?” Inanna curiously tilts her head to the side, seemingly caught off guard by that. “For improving eyesight?”

“Yeah.”

“Were you having trouble reading that fighting manual?”

“No.” The barbarian gently shakes her head. “I can see just fine. But Thea... She was constantly squinting and kept holding the book at an arms length... And she got upset whenever I would point that out.”

“Why would she get upset just by you pointing that out? You weren’t teasing her, were you?”

“Not really.”

Inanna simply quirks her brow, clearly a little suspicious about something in the barbarian’s voice.

“I got her a little flustered before bringing it up the first time, but not on purpose.” Krvavy admits with a shrug.

“Mm... I suppose that it is an issue with her pride then?” The Dwarf thinks aloud, bringing a hand up to idly tap at her chin. “Perhaps she views people who need eyeglasses as lesser and thus doesn’t want to admit that she herself might need them?”

“That is stupid.” Krvavy states in a deadpan tone. “But... that does sound like something she’d do...”

“Mhm.” The grey-skinned shortstack hums in agreement. “Sadly, I neither have the knowledge, equipment, nor materials to make eyeglasses.” Inanna apologetically states. “Perhaps you could get her some next time you are in Raseyne?”

“That won’t be for quite some time...” The Drakling mutters back, nibbling on the inside of her cheek as she thinks. It would be nice if Thea was already used to needing and wearing glasses by the time she gets that romance novel. She might not even bother to read it otherwise... “Oh, wait. Wouldn’t Thea need to come along for that? You know, so that she can get her eyes examined to figure out which glasses would be the best for her?”

“Not necessarily.” Inanna replies, halting the movement of her hips for just a moment. “You may be able to find some eyeglasses which are enchanted in such a way that they reshape themselves to best fit the eyes of the first person to wear them.”

Krvavy’s brow gradually furrows as the Dwarf speaks. “Sounds expensive...” Would she be willing to pay for that? Probably, considering that it is something for Thea. But would she be able to afford it?

“Indeed.” The Dwarf nods again. “But you do have an illicit relationship with the Countess.”

A bit of disappointment and surprise fills Krvavy at what her shortstack is implying. “Really?”

The Dwarf simply shrugs her shoulders, likely having expected that sort of response. “You could also check that Divine Favour points shop. I assume you will be able to find glasses among the sheer amount of stuff available there.”

“I guess, but that’d just be a different kind of expensive...”

“Mm. It is an option.” Inanna states, clearly not caring all that much about whatever decision Krvavy makes. “Would you like to look through the points shop now, or finally get that kiss you’ve been wanting~?”

“Such a tough choice to make~.” Krvavy playfully responds, moving her head down towards her Dwarf. But, just before their lips meet, she stops. “Actually... I have another thing to ask you: would you mind going through that armour we just brought home and getting it to properly fit Khalia?”

“Mm. An Orc Were-Beast wearing shining knightly armour? What a sight that’ll be.” A faint smile fills the Dwarf’s face, her copper-orange eyes twinkling like hot coals.

“Not a whole set of armour. Khalia would never wear that much of anything.” The barbarian clarifies with a slight laugh. “Just a few pieces, really. Enough to cover her vitals, at the very least.”

“Trying to sneak in a few extra pieces with her new breastplate~?” The shortstack replies, her normally neutral voice tinged with playfulness. “Maybe some pauldrons and vambraces~? Or even something for the hips and thighs~?”

“Yeah, try to sneak in as much as she’ll be willing to wear~!”

“I can do that.” Inanna gives a short nod, her forehead bumping against Krvavy’s own. “Now, about that kiss~?”

Krvavy can’t keep the smile off of her face as her lips finally press against those of her lovely Dwarf.