Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

The muscles in Krvavy’s arms tense and flex as she, rather vigorously, drags a towel back and forth across her horned head, ruffling and tousling and drying her damp hair as best she can. Her movements slow and grow increasingly sluggish as the seconds tick on by, soon coming to a complete stop.

Inanna stands only a few steps away, that Dwarf leaning back against one of the shortened counters, her attention directed down but her body turned towards the Drakling. Calmly and casually, she cups the underside of just one of her truly titanic tits. Stout fingers sink into firm yet squishy flesh as that massive mound is hefted quite high, creating more than enough space for a small square washcloth to wipe across the stone-grey skin that was hidden beneath its considerable size and weight.

“Enjoying the view, my Ushumgal~?”

The Drakling’s emerald eyes dart up as she is so suddenly addressed, peering deep into the copper-orange pair staring straight at her, that intense gaze glimmering with amusement. “How could I not~?” She honestly returns, lowering her towel onto her shoulders. A few beads of water race down her chest, hugging the curve of her breasts and trailing across her abs, leaving thin glistening lines in their wake. “You almost look like a different person with your hair all wet like that~.”

“Mm, yes. My hair. That is what has caught your attention. Nothing else~.” The busty shortstack unceremoniously drops her absurdly big boob, its considerable weight slapping against her belly... the plump nipple at its peak jiggling and bouncing as rippling aftershocks roll through that mountainous mound. Inanna idly passes her small cloth from her right hand to her left, starting the process anew with her other bountiful breast.

“Yep, it sure is~.” Krvavy innocently replies, baring her teeth in a wide and carnivorous grin. “And speaking of your hair... do you need any help drying off~?”

“Yes, of course. But not from you.” Another slap echoes throughout the bathroom as the second of this shortstack’s truly titanic tits is dropped back down into place. “Adeline has already agreed to lend me a hand. And I dare say that she would be more successful in that endeavour. Even without the trait that your soul has gifted her with.”

Krvavy quirks her brow and glances towards that tiny blonde, who is all but hiding behind the Dwarf. Adeline blushes and averts her gaze, fiddling with the towel wrapped around her damp body, squirming as she sits atop that short counter. “Are you worried that I’d be a bit too distracted~?”

A subtle and subdued smile graces Inanna’s face as she sweeps her hand through the air, as if to shoo that Drakling away. “Go now, my Ushumgal, get on with your day. Our home will not fortify itself~.”

“Alright, alright...” The barbarian relents with an exaggerated sigh, hanging her wet towel on its hook...s. It dries better when stretched between two of them. “I’ll see the both of you later.” Krvavy waves her two shortest girls goodbye, turning and heading off.

The Drakling takes a long and deep breath. A fair few points of mana thrum through her channels, those ethereal rivers heating up as if filled with molten magma, that dry warmth emanating outwards. Wisps of steam rise from her pale skin and black scales, the last few droplets of water clinging onto her evaporating away.

Krvavy exhales, her magic cutting out the second she steps through the open doorway, shivering as she finds herself surrounded by the comparatively cool air that fills their bedroom.

A faintly squeaked ‘Eeep!’ echoes from behind her, piquing Krvavy’s curiosity. But she resists the urge to turn back to see just why that bunny-mouse of hers made such an adorable noise. Inanna probably just touched the timid girl’s ears...

The barbarian walks halfway across the room before stopping and glancing back towards her expansive bed, a single eyebrow raised. “Were you waiting around for me?”

“No.” Thea plainly answers, not even bothering to look up from her nails as she slowly files them down.

Krvavy cocks her head to the side... only to rather dismissively shrug her shoulders hardly even a second later. “Have you started reading that book I got you yet?” She idly asks.

“No.” The bratty blonde lazily returns, remaining sprawled across the padded moss mattress of their bed, not a scrap of clothing covering up her beautifully bare body. “I am waiting for the couch to be finished before even starting on that trashy thing.”

“‘Trashy’?” Krvavy playfully scoffs, changing course and making her way over to that fiancée of hers. “Come on, you haven’t even read the thing yet, but you’re already judging it?”

Thea slowly lifts her gaze, soft-blue eyes peering straight into an emerald pair. “It is titled ‘Love Upon the Icy Shores’.” She dryly states that simple fact, looking and sounding thoroughly unimpressed. “Only a certain kind of book has such a poetic yet unsubtle title.”

The Drakling can’t help but grin. “Speaking from experience~?”

“Ugh...” Thea groans and rolls her eyes, but she can’t stop her cheeks from flushing, her soft skin gaining quite the rosy hue. “The couch will just be... more comfortable for reading...”

Krvavy’s knee presses into some soft moss, her inhuman feet stepping off the bare stone floor. “I guess that it’d be a different experience,” she casually shrugs. “But I feel like the couch would be a lot less cozy than a corner of our bed. And less private~.”

“Private? Hmph! Our bed is anything but private!” Thea exasperatedly huffs, wielding her metallic file like a weapon as she swings it to and fro. “If I were to settle in to read over, say, there...! Then it would only a matter of time until you disturb my peace by dragging one of your other girls over to have sex right beside me! Whether intentionally or not too! You could easily fail to spot me off in one of the corners!”

“Aaannd... how would the couch be any different?” The barbarian blandly wonders, glancing back over her shoulder towards the newly minted living room. Nothing but the fireplace stands between the couches and the bed, leaving a large empty expanse for sound to freely echo across. “People will be walking past it all the time.” She simply states, turning back towards her beautiful brat. “Plus, its a bit, uh, hopeful to assume that I wouldn’t end up fucking anyone over there.”

Thea raises a single hand, the light catching on her naturally glossy nails. Seemingly satisfied with what she sees, the silver-blonde brat lazily lets that arm drop back down to her side. “Yes, I am fully aware that your degeneracy knows no bounds or borders.” She dryly states, slowly pushing herself upright, sitting near the center of this expansive bed. “But I assume that you would have the decency to not harass me in such a manner. Which... I now realize is a stupid assumption to make. You love nothing more than harassing me...”

“My, you’re in an extra bristly mood today~.” The barbarian’s smile returns with a vengeance, her thick and meaty tail gliding across some soft moss as she prowls ever closer towards her bratty fiancée. “Are you maybe feeling a bit... neglected~? I did spend nearly all of yesterday with Adeline, and I’m sure you can guess why I just showered with her and Inanna as well~. So, do you want to spend some time with me~?” A pair of skeptical, soft-blue eyes follow after her as she slinks around Thea’s side. “Is that it~?”

“No, I –!” The noble girl gasps as that teasing Drakling suddenly lunges at her. “B-back...!” Her palms press into Krvavy’s collarbone, her token resistance nowhere near strong enough to change her fate. “Ughhhh...” She exasperatedly groans, giving in and letting this clingy lover of hers cuddle her close. The rosy hue colouring her cheeks burns brighter and brighter... for some mysterious reason.

Krvavy’s grin only grows wider as she shamelessly rubs her face into that bratty girl’s pert breasts. Those two nice handfuls are wonderfully squishy and oh so soft... They can’t engulf Krvavy’s entire head like Inanna’s titanic tits can, nor would they have as easy a time surrounding her shaft as Khalia’s great green-skinned pair, but that hardly matters at all. Boobs don’t need to be behemoth in size to be beautiful~. Adeline and Beryl alike both serve as perfect examples of that fundamental fact.

The silver-blonde noble girl purses her lips into a pout, dainty fingers grabbing onto the upper horns that are dangerously close to her face. “Are you do–ohnN!?” She twitches slightly as Krvavy’s teeth catch and release her nipple. Her glare hardens even further as she does her best to act like she didn’t just moan.

A gentle kiss is planted at the edge of that innocent areola, an apology for the tiny bit of discomfort inflicted upon it. “You know, I should be getting back to work...” The Drakling’s idle muttering causes both disappointment and hope to flash across her fiancée’s eyes. “But spending time with you is far more important than that~!”

Thea’s cheeks flush an intense shade of red as she hastily turns her head away. Though that, of course, does nothing to stop her blush from spreading down her neck and to her shoulders.

The barbarian’s black-scaled hands glide down her brat’s bare sides, her strong arms wrapping around that noble girl’s waist. For a second, it seems as if she is simply content to hold Thea in a hug... but that illusion is soon broken as the Drakling lets gravity drag her on down to the bed, swiftly rolling onto her back and dragging Thea atop her body in one smooth motion.

Another exasperated sigh passes through that beautiful brat’s kissable lips. “You really cannot stand to leave me alone and unbothered, can you...?”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it~.” Krvavy kisses and then nibbles at her completely naked noble girl’s neck. “You could have lazed around further in our bed, somewhere out of sight and out of view~. But instead you chose to file your nails right here in the very center of it all... where you knew I’d see you~.”

That heavily blushing brat huffs, letting her crimson coloured cheek come to rest atop a pale-skinned tit that is just about as big as her head... if not a little larger. “Or maybe,” she puts quite a bit of emphasis on that single word, not letting this rather intimate position chip away at her attitude. “Or maybe I had simply wanted to sit somewhere comfortable and convenient. Somewhere not so close to the bathroom that I would suffocate on the steamy, humid air wafting out of there. Which leaves this spot as the only choice available to me. Because someone got so excited over making the couches that they removed all of the other seats up here.”

“Mhm, sure, sure~.” Krvavy idly trails a hand up Thea’s back, fingertips tracing along the bumpy and bony line of her fiancée’s spine. “You still could have gone just a few more steps that way and I wouldn’t have seen you~.”

Thea shudders her Draconic lover’s long and tapered tongue flicks forward, licking its way over the curve of her jaw. “All this just because that Elf is off doing who knows what instead of helping the moss grow into place...” Her mumbled complaints carry just the faintest tinge of annoyance, but even that is fading into nothingness in Krvavy’s embrace.

“Now, now, be fair...” Those whispered words slowly meander their way through the air, calm and quiet. “She can’t just wave her hand and get it over with... The moss needs time to settle in, just like it did for our bed...”

“Hmph...” Thea forces out that pouty huff, barely reacting at all as the hand on her back climbs up the nape of her neck, gently patting and petting her silver-blonde hair.

The Drakling’s thumb brushes against her brat’s earlobe, slowly following along its curved edge. Her thoughts drift away and begin to wander, more than even her hands... as hard as that may be to believe.

Human ears are... they are just not as fun to play with as Elf ears. Is it because of their shape...? Long and pointy ears that reach further away from the head are easier to tease and caress... Or is it more a question of sensitivity...? It is more fun when the ears can’t help but twitch... when the woman they’re attached to shudders at even the faintest bit of contact...

Krvavy slowly exhales, her chest sinking down before rising back up again. “You know, I’ve been thinking...”

A hint of a smirk tugs at the corners of Thea’s kissable lips. “You can do that...?”

The barbarian’s other roaming hand grabs onto that brat’s bouncy butt, giving it a firm – slightly rough, even – squeeze. “Oh, shush.” She smiles and softly shakes her head, peering down at her pretty little princess. “You know how Adeline was able to send some letters off to her family?”

Thea’s expression immediately hardens, her soft-blue eyes narrowing into suspicious slits. “Where are you going with this?”

“Do you want to do something similar?” Silence serves as the answer to Krvavy’s question. “I mean, your situation is a lot more complicated than it is with Adeline, so just mailing off a letter might not be an option. But...! Your dad, or maybe one of your brothers, will probably be at the council that Rina will be heading off to. So if I go there as her bodyguard, then maybe I’ll see them and maybe I’ll be able to pass on a message?”

Thea’s lips twist down into a frown. An inscrutable expression fills the noble girl’s still fairly flushed face as she remains still and soundless. Her brow furrows as uncertain thoughts pass behind the beautiful blue of her eyes.

Wisely, Krvavy keeps her mouth shut, not saying a single word as she gives her fiancée time to think.

After a few long minutes, Thea closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. A couple more seconds pass before she slowly sighs. “No, I... I...” She scowls, the corner of her mouth twitching unhappily. The noble girl breathes in, and then out again. “I am... not ready for that.”

The barbarian furrows her brow, just a bit. But otherwise, she doesn’t respond. Her fingers gently glide through Thea’s silken hair as she holds that girl close, sharing her warmth and love through this cuddling hug, giving her fiancée all the time in the world.

A slight scowl finds its way onto that silver-blonde brat’s face. She was, no doubt, hoping that the Drakling would speak up, so that she could just leave it at that.

“They...” Thea sighs in defeat, her body all but going limp atop the barbarian. “They were marrying me off to a man who would never love me.” An unpleasant emptiness underlines those words, her tone dull and emotionless and so very tired. “Is my... current absence... any different from that...? Do they even miss me?” She ruefully wonders, lifting her gaze up and aimlessly staring into the distance. “My parents no longer have to deal with the disappointment that is their youngest and only daughter... My brothers no longer have to deal with the burden that is their youngest and only sister...”

The Drakling slowly plays with the loose braid of silver-blonde hair lying across her fiancée’s shoulder. “Were they happy to send you off to the Duke?” A small smile tugs at the corners of Krvavy’s lips as that rhetorical question earns her a scowl. A sweet, beautiful scowl~... “You’re still their daughter, still their sister. And, even at your worst, you aren’t that bad. A bit entitled and spoiled, sure, but you could only get that way if they indulged you.”

A soft snort of a huff can be heard as that pouty princess rolls her soft-blue eyes. “Wow, thanks, what a way to cheer me up...”

“Maybe I wasn’t trying to cheer you up?” Krvavy grins as that grumbling brat flicks her forehead. “But seriously though, if they didn’t love you then, trust me, you would know.” She gently brushes a strand of silvery hair away from her fiancée’s faintly flushed face. Her expression softens, smile fading away, as she gazes down into those beautiful blue eyes. “They don’t even know if you’re alive or not, Thea.”

“Ugh... fine...!” The bratty noble girl grumpily groans, burying her head between her barbaric lover’s breasts. “If you really care this much, then... then you can, maybe, tell them that I am not dead. Just... make sure they actually care first, and... do not cause trouble for the Countess. My family cannot afford conflict with Raseyne. And...” A bit of life returns to Thea’s voice as she thumps her fist into Krvavy’s shoulder, her head lifting back up just enough for her to glare at the barbarian... Even if the angle is a bit awkward. “And I am not wasting my time writing a letter...!”

Craning her neck more than is comfortable, Krvavy leans down and plants a kiss atop her fiancée’s head. “Got it.”

“Hmph...” Thea slowly exhales, a whole lot of tension leaving her body along with that lungful of air. The strong fingers gently massaging her scalp are doing a great job at helping her relax. “Are you even going to go on that trip? There is no point in making promises that you will not be able to keep...”

“Ehhhh...” Krvavy would shrug if she wasn’t currently being used as a mattress. “I should, but... I don’t like the idea of being away for so long.” She plainly states, struggling to keep a thoughtful frown from filling her face. “I mean, just look at what I’m doing now. I was only gone for two weeks, and I wasn’t even alone because Beryl was with me the whole time, but I’m still shirking work just to laze about with you. So can you imagine just how clingy I’ll be after being away for five weeks?”

“Is this any different from usual?” Thea wryly wonders, the tip of her dainty index finger idly tracing small circles atop that barbarian’s steadily beating heart.

“Ha, ha, ha.” The Drakling gently sighs. “Really though... If Adeline will be alright when I’m gone, and if I can get a way to keep in contact with all of you, then... then I won’t really have a reason to skip it. Well, a reason that isn’t just me being selfish and lazy, at least.”

“I...” A faintly red hue colours the bratty girl’s cheeks once more. “I will help that mouse in... in your place. Only if she needs help, though!”

It takes everything Krvavy has to not give that girl another kiss. This position simply isn’t the best for that. “Aww, how sweet of you~.” Her tone may be a bit teasing, but she truly means those words.

“Shut up...” Thea huffs, narrowing her eyes into an adorably pouty glare. “Have you looked into a way for us to communicate while you are away?”

“Yeah, and I have a lot of options. It’s just that, well, I can’t afford any of them right now.” The barbarian lets her head sink back into the soft moss bedding, staring up at the arched ceiling far above. As much as she’d love to keep gazing down at that beautiful girl... the muscles in her neck were starting to get rather sore. “One of the more ‘affordable’ options still costs fifty points... Though that one is still a bit of a luxury: it would let me see and hear whoever was on the other end. I guess that if I was being a bit less picky, and if I was fine with just hearing your voices, then there are a few options that only cost ten points.”

“Seriously?” The bratty girl lifts her body up and scoots forwards, pressing her weight into the barbarian’s belly as she leans into Krvavy’s line of sight. “Are you looking for excuses to not go? Just pick a cheap one and be done with it.”

“I still can’t afford the ‘cheap’ options.” The Drakling dryly points out, hardly reacting to the annoyed finger prodding her cheek. “I’m close, sure, but not quite there yet.”

Thea’s blonde brow furrows a fair bit. “And just how many points do you currently have?”

“Nine.”

That noble girl purses her lips and glares down at her Draconic lover with annoyance, even a bit of contempt, plain on her face. “You are making such a fuss over a single point? Ugh...! Just level up once and you will be able to afford it!”

“That is easier said than done.” Krvavy’s words are muffled slightly by the two miffed hands squishing her cheeks.

“Only because you are choosing to laze about rather than work towards that goal!” The silver-blonde noble girl exasperated groans. “Just go and kill more of those slimes! That will level you up in the span of a single day!”

“Yeah, I’ve already been considering that.” The barbarian shrugs back. Her gaze lowers slightly, locking onto the bratty girl’s bare breasts. Those two sizable and soft handfuls rise and fall with each breath that Thea takes, jiggling just a bit... “But it might not be enough. Especially since I’d spend more time looking for slimes than actually killing them...”

Thea’s hands sink into the padded moss on either side of Krvavy’s head, her twin braids dangling down towards the Drakling’s face. “You have two weeks.” She exasperatedly states. “Just go a couple times if once is not enough.”

“Alright, alright...” Krvavy relents, grabbing at her beautiful brat’s butt and giving it a good groping squeeze. Not for any particular reason. She just couldn’t help herself. “But I’m not going to rush off to do that right away. I only just got back from Raseyne, so I’d like to have a few fairly lazy days with my girls before going back to that slime infested hole.”

“Hmph...” The silver-blonde brat leans ever closer to Krvavy’s face, the crystals set into the ceiling above shining down on her, a halo of light radiating around her head. Like a beautiful, bratty angel... “Is that why you are tempting fate right now? Are you just going to keep lazily lying here until Inanna comes out of the bathroom and scolds you for slacking off?”

“Maybe~.” Krvavy’s heart flutters as Thea’s nose bumps against her own.

Thea rolls her soft-blue eyes... but she still gives the barbarian a loving kiss. “There. Happy now?” Her cheeks flush red as she pulls back after only a few brief seconds, trying to act as casually disinterested as she can.

The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip. “Very~. Though I could always be happier~...”

“Ugh... degenerate~.” The noble girl’s gaze narrows into a glare, despite her affectionately lewd tone. Her blush grows just a bit brighter as she dismounts the Drakling, climbing off of Krvavy’s muscled midsection.

Krvavy stays exactly where she is for a few seconds longer, shamelessly ogling her fiancée’s pert rear as that beautiful girl grabs her dropped nail file. With a heavy sigh, she forces herself to sit up. “Alright, guess I’ll see you later, my beautiful princess~.”

Thea tries, and fails, to hide her smile as the Drakling gives her a gentle, loving tap on the ass to go with that goodbye.