Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Shared Sensations, Sex Toys, Handjob, Handholding, Mutual Masturbation (essentially), Intense Orgasms, Excessive Cum.

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Krvavy rolls her shoulders and straightens her spine, taking this moment to lazily stretch beneath the wide open sky, twinkling stars poking through fading orange hues as the sun dips and falls beneath the far horizon.

“Quite the weapon you have there.”

That voice draws Krvavy’s attention to the side.

A knight stands just a few paces away, his visor raised and a friendly smile written across his clean-shaven face. “Pardon me,” he respectfully bobs his head, “I am Piotr.”

“Krvavy.” The Drakling returns, shifting her axe over to her left before grabbing that man’s offered hand, giving it a slightly awkward shake. “Yours is pretty nice too. Much fancier than mine.”

The knight spares a glance at his ornately decorated halberd. Which is rather reasonably sized, with neither its crescent axehead nor dagger-like backspike overly large or thick. Even the pointy needle of a spearhead isn’t too long, its tip only reaching up to around Krvavy’s eye while the metal cap on the far end of that weapon’s haft rests flat on the ground.

“I suppose so,” the knight known as Piotr shrugs, “though this is fairly standard around here. Our Countess is quite generous in providing armaments to her men. But I understand that your weapon is your own?”

“Yup, completely and utterly mine.” Krvavy replies, unable to keep a slightly smug grin from playing at her pale lips as she tells that honest truth. This is a Soulbound weapon, after all, so it is hers more than anything mundane could ever be.

Piotr’s curious gaze finds itself drawn towards a large crystalline spearhead, that prism rising higher than even the horns of this black-clad barbarian. “Does it function as a staff, with that foci at its tip?”

Seeing no point in denying such a convenient explanation... the Drakling simply nods. “Yeah, though the whole thing is really for melee more than anything. I mean, the crystal does help with channelling and storing mana, but I can still stab with it just fine.”

That seems to be exactly what this knight wants to hear. “Perhaps we can spar tomorrow, when we stop for lunch?” He suggests, a hopeful tinge to his voice as he looks that oversized axe up and down, almost ignoring Krvavy’s presence to do so...

“Sure, sounds like it could be fun.” It’d definitely be a nice break from Vera... “Tsk.” The Drakling clicks her tongue. Speak, or even just think, of the devil... “Looks like I’m needed elsewhere.” With a light clunk, Krvavy’s weighty axe comes to rest atop her armoured shoulder. “G’night.”

“Yes, goodnight.” Piotr idly calls after that departing Drakling, not sounding particularly bothered by the abrupt end to their conversation.

The near-identical nature of these nearly two dozen carriages makes it quite difficult to remember which one it is that the Countess claimed. And the fact that they have all been arranged into a layered circle doesn’t help either... Luckily, Vera is standing in the doorway of the right one, hatefully glaring through her glasses as she gestures for the Drakling to come closer.

“Hahhh...” Krvavy sighs. It is only the first day and she has honestly had enough of that girl.

Sure, Vera is cute and has the bratty energy that Krvavy apparently likes, but... She is just so hostile and cold. Not a particularly pleasant person to spend a lot of time around. And it really doesn’t help that she is terrible to play board games with. Not because Vera is bad – quite the opposite really, even if her moves can be a bit predictable – but because she is a sore loser and a sore winner. She just sucks the fun out of... well, everything.

“The Countess requests your presence.” The albino maid coldly states, stepping aside to let Krvavy enter that carriage, clicking the door shut once a certain inconveniently thick tail gets out of her way.

Thmp. Thhhh.

Krvavy places her Soulbound weapon on the ground and, with her inhuman foot, slides it under the couch. It feels a bit odd to store her axe like this, but the thing is rather large and cumbersome. So there are really not all that many places for it to go. Unless she wanted to strap it onto the outside of the carriage...

The maid grumpily and impatiently herds Krvavy towards the Countess’ chamber.

“Hhahhh...” Rina dramatically sighs as she lies back on her opulent bed, vibrant pink skin contrasting with the lacy black lingerie clinging tightly to her alluring hourglass figure. “Such a long day... Now though, we finally have a chance to –” The elegant half-Elf abruptly cuts herself off. “Vera, dear, where do you think you are going?”

Face flushed a fair bit, Vera freezes behind the door... halfway through pulling it shut. “My Lady...?”

“Come here~.” A triumphant light twinkles across the Countess’ amethyst eyes as that maid of hers swiftly does as ordered, stepping fully into this bedroom and lured towards the head of this big bed. “Now now, no need to be shy~.”

“Mhh~...!” The albino’s back straightens as she is so abruptly pulled into a kiss, the tension in her body melting away in mere moments. “Hhhha~...” A thin string of saliva connects Countess and servant together as Rina pulls away, far sooner than Vera would have liked. “M-my Lady...!” She only grows more flustered as her white bangs are brushed aside, a lovely black mark left on her forehead.

“Now, Vera, dear~...” Rina pauses for just long enough to plant a third kiss on her maid’s crimson coloured cheek. “Be a doll and~...” her lips brush against the albino’s reddened ear, whispering so softly that hardly a sound can be heard, “help your coworker remove all of her armour, would you~?”

The suddenness of that suggestion snaps Krvavy back to the present. “Oh, that’s not nece–” She quickly shuts up as the Countess gives her quite a stern look.

Vera scowls, glaring at Krvavy. But she isn’t one to argue with her Lady... So, with an immense amount of reluctance, she pulls away from Rina and all but stomps her way on over to that barbarian, pale pink eyes narrowing behind the lenses of her glasses. Without wasting any time, her gloved hands grab at the overlapping plates that cover Krvavy’s arm.

Not wanting to cause any problems or start a fight, the Drakling does her best to remove this armour of hers without getting in Vera’s way. Though that is easier said than done. Even just bending down a little seems to bother that bratty maid... Which is a pretty big problem when they seem to just be placing the various pieces onto the floor. Krvavy doesn’t want to just drop these relatively thick metal plates from the high height that she stands at...

Vera’s pale lips, smudged slightly black from her kiss with the Countess, press together into a thin line. That pout turns into a wince as her finger gets pinched between the front and back parts of the barbarian’s breastplate.

Krvavy sheepishly stops her slight shuffling, staying still so that the bratty maid can free herself.

Anger, annoyance, and of course hate quickly fill Vera’s face. There is a very, very small tear along the seam of her silken glove.

It is quite the struggle for Krvavy to keep herself from smiling. Not because she is happy about what just happened, but because it is kind of hard to take the albino girl seriously with those black lipstick marks decorating her snow-white skin. They just stand out too much and make Vera’s murderous scowl look way too... adorable.

Without a word, Vera turns and steps towards the wardrobe standing beside the closed door, kneeling down and opening a drawer near its bottom.

The Drakling reaches beneath her arm and... briefly pauses, watching Vera take off that slightly ripped glove. The albino maid’s hand is pale, smooth, and oddly perfect. Her hand, her skin, is devoid of wrinkles and blemishes. There are barely any details on it beyond her glassy fingernails and... a ridge on her wrist, barely visible in the sleeve of her dress.

Krvavy quickly looks away, trying to hide the fact that she was staring, even if only for a second or two. She unclasps the straps holding her cuirass in place, peeling both back and breastplate away before carefully lowering them onto the ground. The fur padding of that armour is quite comfortable, but... it is still nicer to have her tits free and unsquished.

“Hmph.” Vera pushes the drawer shut. A new glove, completely identical to the first, covers her hand. And presumably half her forearm, seeing how long the previous one was.

The barbarian does her best to ignore that bratty maid, trying instead to focus on removing the various pieces of plate that cover her legs. But Krvavy can’t quite forget what she just saw. That ridge looked like it led into a joint. A round, mechanical joint...

“Stop wagging your tail.” The albino coldly and disdainfully orders, trying to deal with the armour attached to that meaty thing.

“Vera, dear, be kind.” The Countess speaks up, an inscrutable look in her amethyst eyes as she casually watches on from her bed. “Your coworker here is likely just excited for what is to come. I know that you are~.”

A deep shade of scarlet fills the maid’s face once more, flustered embarrassment buried beneath a scornful sneer.

Krvavy gently shakes her head, removing her fairly fancy loincloth and letting it drop to the ground. For a moment, she is left standing at the foot of Rina’s bed wearing just the skimpy thong that serves as her underwear, but it too soon joins her armour.

A cold, tingling sensation travels across the Drakling’s skin and scales, nearly coaxing an exasperated sigh past her pale lips. This isn’t the first time today that she has had a cleaning spell needlessly cast on her. This rude maid is very... passive aggressive. And actively aggressive.

“Krvavy, Vera~.” Like a siren’s song, Rina’s warm and melodic voice captures the attention of those two snowy skinned rivals, a beckoning gesture bringing them both closer. “My dear Vera~,” the Countess’ delicate thumb brushes over the lovely lipstick mark that adorns this bratty albino’s rosy cheek. “Would you so kindly help me this eve~?”

That maid shudders and stifles a gasp, glaring at Krvavy from the corner of her eye. “Yes, my Lady...”

“Wonderful~! Please, fetch our toys from the drawer~. And you~...” Rina’s amethyst gaze locks onto Krvavy, smoky black lashes fluttering so seductively. “Make yourself comfortable~.”

With an expected degree of awkwardness, the Drakling crawls onto and then across this big bed, settling down within an arms reach of the Countess. A shallow but wide reaching crater surrounds Krvavy’s kneeling form, this mattress – soft as it is – dented and depressed by her considerable weight. She shuffles slightly, repositioning her steadily swelling shaft and heavy sack to not get crushed between her strong and toned thighs.

A small, decorated wooden case is placed atop these silken sheets. Vera’s gloved fingers nimbly unclasp the silver locks and lift the lid up. Nestled within that box, nestled in a layer of purple padding, is a white-gold dildo with a clear gem set into its base. And beside that rest two large rings of differing sizes.

“Do these look familiar to you~?” Rina playfully asks, smiling quite coquettishly.

The larger of the rings, with four white gems spread equally around its band, is indeed familiar. It is the magical pseudo-pussy that she and Rina had used before. The other, notably smaller, silver ring with weaving geometric patterns and absolutely no gems on it does seem to be new though.

Of course, neither of those are what has caught Krvavy’s attention. No, that would be the dildo. It is, quite obviously, a copy of her cock. If an imperfect one: the six ridges and flared cockhead are a little more rounded and smoothed than in reality. And, of course, it has also been scaled down to a more reasonable, though still rather large, size.

“I hope that you do not mind the liberty I took in having this recreation of your penis made.” The Countess’ voice is steady and serious, losing its previous teasing tone. “If you find it objectionable, then I can have it melted down and destroyed after our journey. Or even after tonight, if it truly offends you.”

Krvavy lightly shakes her head. “No, its fine. I was just a bit... surprised, that’s all. You can, uh...” A bit more colour creeps onto her cheeks, her black-scaled fingers drumming into the smooth bed sheets. “You can keep it. I... don’t mind.”

A thankful smile graces Rina’s face, the warmth in her expression quickly turning lewd and teasing as she trails a single delicate finger along the ridged length of that white-gold dildo. “Hahh~... What a shame it is that I had not gotten such a toy made earlier~. I am sure that Beryl and I could have had quite the fun time with this during your last visit~.”

The Drakling tilts her head. “I take it that, uh, that it has some hidden features? Or is it just...?”

“Patience, patience, my Draconic paramour~.” Rina’s amethyst eyes glimmer with amusement, her delicate finger hooking into the smaller of the two rings. “This too is a surprise~. Hold your guesses now~.”

The albino maid’s ever-present scowl grows even more intense as her Lady leans toward that uncouth, savage, graceless barbarian.

Krvavy’s cock twitches as the Countess’ breath softly brushes against its swollen tip.

“Mwah~...!” A black imprint of Rina’s lips is left atop the flared crown of that girthy cockhead. “Let me slip it on for you~.”

“Hhh!” Krvavy sharply inhales as cold metal encircles her hot and needy tip, slowly slipping further down her shaft. The woven geometric patterns covering that band shift, gaining and losing knots as it conforms to her girth, expanding with each flared ridge and contracting afterwards.

That snug ring soon presses against her pelvis, nestled firmly around the base of her cock. Despite the heat emanating from her length, this metal ring remains rather cool... But – much like how tight it is – not unpleasantly so, this contrasting coolness setting her nerves alight... heightening each little sensation that her shaft experiences.

Amusement and arousal alike glimmer across this elegant half-Elf’s amethyst eyes. “Wonderful~. Now... Vera~?”

The maid jumps slightly, snapping to attention. It takes a second for her to realize just what her Lady wants. A bright red blush sweeps over that albino’s flustered face as she reaches forward, gloved fingers glancing over vibrant pink skin, almost trembling with anticipation. She closes her pale eyes and carefully begins to pull those lewd and lacy panties down past the swell of the Countess’ hips.

Rina smiles, moving to make that an easier task for her obedient maid. Her ample ass presses back into the bedsheets beneath, those elegant legs lifting next up, black stockings squishing so beautifully into her supple thighs.

The quiet click of the Countess’ bra being unclasped sees Vera’s eyes shoot open. She shudders, taking in the sight of her Lady’s almost entirely bare body. Only Rina’s limbs remain covered, that soft silken fabric highlighting the half Moon Elf’s beauty, drawing attention towards her exposed core.

Handing that bra to her maid, Rina grabs the inactive pseudo-pussy and Drakling styled dildo, pulling both from the now-empty wooden box. “Place those aside, please.” The large gem adorned band is casually tossed towards Krvavy. “You know how to use this~. Though please do hold off on doing so just yet. I know that I have already made you wait so long for relief – and for that I do apologize – but for tonight~... Tonight, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself~. Treat this eve as you would a day at the spa~. Albeit one far, far more sexual than the norm~!”

Krvavy slowly and deeply inhales. “Alright...” It takes all of her will to not stare at Rina’s bare breasts. They are just so... so perfectly shaped... So large and alluring. She really wants to get her hands on them and – “Haah~!”

The Countess’ thick lashes flutter, those half-lidded eyes of her meeting the Drakling’s hazy gaze. Her delicate little tongue pushes past her black painted lips once more, doing as it only just did and lightly touching the very tip of this white-gold dildo.

A gentle wave of pleasure washes over that very same spot on Krvavy’s cock. It feels as if a tongue is slowly licking at her cockslit, exactly matching Rina’s teasing touch. She can even feel fingers wrapped around her shaft, matching the placement of this half-Elf’s own...

“Do you see the surprise now~?” The cool cockring connected to that golden dildo almost seems to pulse as even the gently brushing breeze of Rina’s breath is shared with Krvavy. “Previously, I had the opportunity to experience – to some degree – what it would be like to have your truly colossal cock inside of me~. Tonight~,” the tip of that metallic toy presses against the Countess’ flushed skin, slowly travelling down through the valley between her titillating tits. “Tonight... shall be a reversal of what we have done before~. You will be able to experience the pleasures of my regal pussy squeezing around your girth~. An honour none before you have had~.”

The Drakling lightly chews on the inside of her cheek. Pure and unfiltered lust fills her hungry eyes, her impatient length twitching and throbbing as this white-gold recreation of her rod is guided down Rina’s slim but soft belly, pressing against a plush pink slit.

“Mnhh~...” This needy noblewoman’s lower lips kiss at that copy of Krvavy’s cock. She presses this lewd toy ever so slightly into herself, teasing the idea of it – of the Drakling’s dick – entering her most precious of places. “I must admit~,” she angles that white-gold rod upwards, gently grinding its rather accurately sculpted tip against her little clit. “I do not take much pleasure in playing with such toys as this~. Not on my lonesome, at least~.”

Krvavy’s crimson brow shoots straight up as, without warning, Rina holds that golden Draconic dildo out towards Vera.

That albino maid mirrors the Drakling, her pale pink eyes going wide with surprise.

“No~,” Rina subtly shakes her head. “I much prefer for someone else to use such a toy on me~. It is simply more fun that way~. Do you not agree~?”

Vera’s whole face burns a bright red as she stares at her Lady, pinkish-white lips quivering faintly, failing to find her words.

“Will you do this for me~?” The Countess asks an honest question of her beloved servant, affection and arousal oozing from her melodic voice. Those pointed Elf ears of hers wiggle so joyfully as she receives a nod in response. “Now~...” Gently as can be, she grabs her maid’s gloved hand, wrapping that girl’s fingers around this metallic shaft. “I know that you just love to stand by and watch but is this not better than that~? Is it not better to be involved~? For you to provide us – to provide me – pleasure this eve~?”

Krvavy is as conflicted as Vera seems to be. Perhaps even more, considering how quickly that maid’s resolve is crumbling under the Countess’ lewd and loving insistence. She just... isn’t quite sure how to feel about Vera joining in. They don’t get along all that well, and this won’t fix that. If anything, it’ll make their ‘relationship’ even more awkward and uncomfortable...

The maid’s gloved fingers tighten around that metallic shaft, her thumb brushing over a sculpted ridge.

The barbarian bites her bottom lip as that sensation sends shivers through her shaft. A soft and smooth – quite literally silken – touch glides across her sensitive length. “Hhh~...”

Vera suddenly freezes, snapping from her daze as she realizes just what it is that she is holding. Disgust blossoms on her face, mingling with the myriad of other emotions that fill her flushed skin. She closes her eyes.

“Well~?”

“Anything for you, my Lady...” A degree of reluctance can be heard in Vera’s voice as she relents. Her downcast eyes open again, doing their best to not look at the golden rod in her hand... or the Drakling it is magically connected to... as she kneels down beside the bed.

Rina gives her obedient maid a soft pat on the head. “Good girl~...” Those quiet, cooing words are enough on their own to make Vera shudder, gloved fingers unconsciously tightening their grip. “Tomorrow~. You will be rewarded tomorrow, my doll~... My toy~...”

The maid slowly looks up at her Lady. Those pale, pouty lips of hers curl into the faintest of smiles, fighting and winning against her attempts to keep scowling.

With utmost care, that white-gold rod is moved between the Countess’ parted thighs. Its sculpted tip presses into her puffy mound, gliding and rubbing over Rina’s slick, sensitive skin. “Mhhhmn~...”

Krvavy can’t help but jump as a delicate hand grabs onto her own. Amethyst eyes, playful and affectionate, gaze directly into her own emerald pair. Her heart flutters and her cheeks burn as an almost inappropriately intimate air surrounds the three of them.

A wet warmth steadily spreads across the very tip of this Drakling’s dick, even as it remains completely dry... save for the trickling stream of pre leaking from its cockslit, of course. Which... is mildly disorientating. But as long as Krvavy focuses on those feelings and not her actual cock...

“Mhhh~... Yes~...” Rina elegantly moans as her pussy is slowly spread open by that invading toy, its gentler golden ridges not quite as pronounced as the real ones, yet still made of a stiffer material.

A tight embrace, burning hot and delightfully slick, engulfs Krvavy’s swollen cockhead... swallowing her flared crown. She can feel the beautiful half-Elf’s swollen labia part around her girth... She can feel the Countess’ soft and luxurious folds clinging to her cock... She can feel the warmth of Rina’s love tunnel beckoning her deeper and deeper...

It almost feels real.

The layered sensations weaken that illusion. The inflexible nature of this white-gold dildo makes it easy to tell what is and isn’t real if she truly focuses. Her cock, were it actually inside the Countess, would be getting squished and compressed, even if only a little. As stiff as her shaft may be, it isn’t made of metal.

But... that isn’t to say that this experience isn’t enjoyable. That it doesn’t feel good. Pleasure is pleasure, regardless of it is direct or not.

“Yesh~... Like tha–ahht~! Dear~...!” Rina openly moans, her voice slurring slightly as her maid diligently guides the dildo deeper and deeper. The gentle, leisurely pace is... relaxing. Lovely.

And torturous.

Krvavy’s every breath grows more ragged and impatient than the last. Each thrust, every single movement no matter how small, is deliberate. Methodological. Vera is entirely focused on pleasuring the Countess. On grinding this rod against the pink-skinned half-Elf’s most sensitive of spots. That the maid’s gloved thumb is caressing and rubbing Rina’s clit further proves that.

And while Krvavy doesn’t mind that in principle... She is rather pent up. It has been days, a week even, since she has last gotten off. Travelling by foot, hurrying as well, kept her too occupied to change that. And the relative boredom of spending all day with Vera only exacerbated her frustration.

It may be greedy and selfish, but Krvavy wants more, more –!

“Yessh~! Vera~! Love~! YESHHHNGHHN~!” Rina’s delicate fingers tighten their grip on the Drakling’s hand. Her pink skin flushes as her thick thighs quiver and shake, threatening to clasp down around her maid. “YHHHGHSHH~!” Her lewd moans come out as hissing gasps, bare breasts heaving as her back arches and her hips buck, desperately trying to force more of that white-gold toy inside of her.

Pleasure assails the Drakling’s dick. She can feel Rina’s love tunnel clinging to her cock, caressing and convulsing around her stiff shaft. But she can also feel the feel warm air on her unsheathed length. She can feel the steady stream of pre dribbling down the underside of her cock...

That ridged rod, the real one, throbs impatiently and angrily. Her sack feels heavy, more so than usual. She is so, so very close...

“Hhaaahhhh~...!” The Countess slumps slightly, leaning into Krvavy’s side. Her head rests against the barbarian’s shoulder, long raven-black locks falling over the bigger woman’s scale covered arm. “Haaaahhhhh~... Ap...apologies, where are my manners~...?” Rina gazes up at Krvavy, her half-lidded amethyst eyes filled with arousal as lewd moans underline her every word. “Here I am, enjoying myself and neglecting you, my Draconic paramour~.”

Krvavy shudders, struggling to hold herself back. A desperate, burning, need is consuming her very being. Her huge, hard cock twitches, its swollen and engorged tip bobbing up and down in the air.

“Sshhhh, now~...” Rina softly and teasingly coos, her body trembling faintly as the albino maid gently rubs the very tip of the white-gold dildo over the swollen lips of her puffy pussy. “Breathe~... Relax~...” She gives Krvavy’s hand a reassuring squeeze as her other reaches up, delicately wiping away a line of drool dripping past the Drakling’s parted lips. “Do not forget the other toy that we have on hand~...”

With an almost frenzied intensity, Krvavy’s gaze snaps down to the bed. Resting by her side is that large golden ring with four white gems equally spaced along its band. Before she can even consciously acknowledge its presence, Krvavy is tightly grasping onto the thing as a pleasant silvery glow extends from it, forming a squishy cylinder of translucent false-flesh.

“Mhhh~... Excited, are you~?” Rina helps guide that magically projected pseudo-pussy towards the Drakling’s dick, stopping with its slick and gooey entrance hovering just above that needy cockhead. “Want to know what it feels like to have two pussies on your cock~? Well then, my Draconic paramour, go wild~...!”

Krvavy hardly needs permission to do just that. In one smooth motion, she slams the lewd toy down onto her shaft, skewering it in a single violent thrust.

Reacting to her Lady’s desire, Vera perfectly mirrors that maddened movement with the metallic replica clasped in her gloved hand, its polished and sculpted surface shimmering with a sheen of sweet juices.

“OAAAHHHH~!” The Countess’ gasp is more of a shout, her elegant and incredibly lewd body all but spasming as that golden Draconic dildo – sculpted to her preferences – knocks against the entrance to her womb. And, in that moment of surprised ecstasy, she makes a momentous mistake: her delicate fingers involuntarily dig into the softly glowing false-flesh of the toy still clutched in her hand. The toy that is directly connected to her senses. To her own pussy.

The plush mana projection is squished and squeezed around the sizable shaft speared inside of it.

Rina seizes, her spine straightening, her beautiful body jolting upright. The feeling of her love tunnel being grasped so firmly, so tightly, is enough to rekindle her recent orgasm. That the magical pseudo-pussy is constricting around a sizable shaft as it throbs and pulses in need only serves to heighten her pleasure. But what truly fans the faded flames of her desire into an intense inferno is the fact that her actual pussy, regal and technically virginal, is frantically and desperately clenching around a near-perfect copy of Krvavy’s cock.

For all intents and purposes, this exotic noblewoman is being fucked by two identical cocks at the same exact time and in the same exact space. Her nerves flash and tingle as that, understandably, overwhelms her.

“NGHHH~!” A choked moan is drawn past Rina’s parted lips, the air around her growing thick and heavy, all sounds muffled before ceasing to be. The magically talented half-Elf thrums with power. Her vibrant eyes shine with a purple light, as does the ever-present gem held against her forehead by a string of onyx beads. Her bright pink skin sends waves of tingling ecstasy arcing throughout the barbarian’s body, strongest and most intense where her wonderfully soft and vibrant breasts squish into a strong and toned bicep.

The energies coalescing within the Countess find an outlet at the end of her own arm.

The pseudo-pussy begins to vibrate at an almost violent pace. Its insides begin to rapidly shift in shape, constantly changing as that tight milking tunnel sprouts ridges and rings and bumps and nubs and tendrils and –

Krvavy can do nothing when faced with such a sudden and intense spike of pleasure. “MGHH~!” She sharply grunts as the feeling of two wet and needy pussies simultaneously surrounding her shaft utterly overwhelms her senses. The magically projected toy could be entirely static and she would still have no chance of resisting such sensations. And so, as it is now, she is left utterly at the mercy of the sheer bliss burning away at her brain.

The Drakling’s heavy sack clenches against her body as thick and virile seed rushes up through her swollen shaft. White static clouds her vision, her perception of reality, as a steady stream of creamy cum rushes forward, filling the fake womb of this gooey mana projected toy.

Time loses all meaning, the seconds stretching on into an eternity. Each slight, shuddering, shivering sensation feels more intense than the last, those ecstatic shocks overlapping and melding into one mind-melting moment.

The far end of that glowing mana construct swells further and further and further still, its false-flesh pulsing and ballooning as it is stretched to its limit by a truly prodigious – honestly excessive – amount of cum. The membrane keeping that generous, virile load thins to the point of so nearly becoming completely transparent, those thick ropes pushing the limits of how much it can hold.

But just before that bubble can burst... The considerable weight of that swollen orb drags it down, separating from the rest of the glowing false-flesh with a slurping pop and dropping onto the bed with an even wetter splat.

The final few squelching spurts of Krvavy’s cock cause another – much smaller, yet still fairly impressive – pocket of seed to form at the tip of her dick.

““Hhhhhnhh~...!”” Both barbarian and noblewoman breathe out in unison, shuddering together as even the slightest of movements sends aftershocks jolting through both of their bodies. The faintest trembling twitch of Rina’s tight love tunnel causes the Drakling’s muscles to tense up... The faintest throb of Krvavy’s semi-hard shaft causes the Countess to weakly gasp and moan... The faintest echo of pleasure causes their frantic hearts to skip a beat...

It takes a good few minutes of constant rocking aftershocks before either Krvavy or the Countess can even consider forming even a single coherent word.

“Mhhhhh~...” Rina nuzzles her bright pink cheek into the side of the barbarian’s big, bare breast. Her black painted lips leave a messily smudged mark as she gives that pale-skinned tit a clumsy kiss. “En...enjoy the sho–ohh~! D...dear~?”

Vera goes completely and utterly still, not so much as breathing as she remains on her knees beside the bed. Even her hand has frozen, holding the white-gold dildo in place, keeping it buried deep inside of her Lady’s precious pussy. Her other arm isn’t entirely in sight, leading down towards her lap... The smooth snow-white skin that covers her face is almost entirely unrecognizable with how bright a shade of red it is.

“Well~?” Rina asks again, her gasping voice sounding marginally more steady and even. With but a gesture, the smallest pulse of purple light manifests beside this dazed maid’s head, shifting and swelling into the shape of Rina’s hand.

Vera barely reacts as a single glowing finger softly pokes her heavily flushed cheek, that gentle touch trailing down beneath her chin. A faint fog clings to the thick lenses of her noticeably crooked glasses, pale pink eyes – hazy and half-lidded as they are – so nearly hidden away, staring blankly into space. Her pouty lips part to let her little tongue loll free, eagerly accepting a mere magically projected copy of the Countess’ thumb into her mouth.

“Mhhhm~...!” Pride and satisfaction alike underline the half-Elf’s moaned hum. “I will take this as a yes~... And you, my Draconic paramour~?”

Krvavy, just barely coming back to her senses, stares down at the Countess’ painted lips. It takes everything she has to avoid leaning down and claiming them with a hungry kiss. Enough of her mind has returned for her to remember that that is one of the few boundaries that Rina has set.

“Another ‘yes’~?” A pair of pointy Elf ears wiggle so wonderfully as Rina’s amethyst gaze begins the long journey down... lingering on those pale tits that rival her head in size... admiring those chiselled and tensing abs... before finally looking directly at the Drakling’s dick, that still mostly swollen shaft so snugly sheathed inside the glowing pseudo-pussy. “Hahh~...” A single twitch of Krvavy’s cock coaxes a gasp from the Countess, her twice stuffed slit clenching around the Draconic dildo that remains so deep inside of her, its solid tip pressing against the entrance to her womb. “Or do~... do you still want more~?”

Saving her the need to speak, this Drakling’s faintly flagging dick swiftly stiffens back up, swelling with each quick and eager beat of her heart.

“Hahaha~!” Rina lightly, if weakly, laughs. “I see~... Then please, let me handle the pace~. I do not have the stamina you quite clearly do~... I have no delusions over being able to withstand such an... intense... experience so soon after the first~.”

The Countess’ faintly trembling fingers push away that barbarian’s hand, safely grabbing onto the golden band projecting this lewd mana construct.

Pulses of mirrored pleasure echo through both their bodies as that perfectly perverse toy is gently guided up and down.