Ch238: Back to the Land of the Living

“Hhaaa!”

Krvavy gasps and bolts upright, heart frantically beating away beneath her breasts, bare chest heaving with each heavy breath she struggles to take. Her fingers tremble and shake, beads of sweat dripping down her aching, cold body...

The flames of a certain ever-burning campfire shine bright beside her, warm and reassuring. A dense mat of Elgian moss, so soft and pleasantly padded, keeps her off the frigid stone floor. A gentle trickling sound echoes around this cozy cave, the freshwater fountain off in the corner feeding into a small but steadily flowing stream.

Krvavy slowly relaxes, recognizing where she is.

She is safe.

The contents of her dreams – her nightmares – are already fading away. She remembers being scared, feeling weak and hopeless... But that is all. And those feelings aren’t too surprising either. She did die, after all. Who knows what her soul had to go through to bring her back...

With great difficulty, the Drakling forces herself up and onto her feet, staggering back and bracing herself against the wall. Rather roughly. “Hhnn...!” A pang of pain pulses through her very being, elbow banging against solid stone. Clenching her jaw, she pushes aside that discomfort... heated air hissing through her clenched teeth.

A part of her knows that she should just lay back down and rest. She can barely stand right now. She needs to regain her energy.

But Krvavy doesn’t want to do that. Not here, at least. Not where she is all alone. She... She needs to feel the warmth of her girls in her arms...

Shakily and hesitantly, Krvavy begins to walk. Slowly... Steadily... One foot in front of the other...

A dull ache echoes throughout her whole body, limbs left heavy and lethargic... moving with a faintly disorientating delay. It feels as if she just ran a marathon. And followed that up by doing every workout under the sun. Without even a second of rest in between.

Her presses against a solid stone wall, before passing straight through an illusionary wall. Stumbling just a little, the Drakling staggers out of her respawn point and into her little hoard. The treasures here, some more valuable than others, go completely ignored as she shambles and shuffles through this storage platform... very aware of the long, long drop not too far to the left.

A few small, budding flowers stand at the edge of this descending path, thin roots grasping at cracks in the rock. Their teal and turquoise petals spread open as that bumbling barbarian passes by, a gentle blue-green glow emanating from each one.

Barely a thought remains inside of Krvavy’s head, her attention so fully focused on simply staying upright, on moving forward.

Pangs of pain accompany each little movement she makes, her exhausted and weary muscles protesting against their use. But she ignores those complaints, pushing on and on, seconds stretching into minutes into hours and days... time losing all meaning as she weakly wobbles her way back home.

Home... Step after step after step... the warm, dim light of her home grows closer and closer... She is nearly there... She –

“My dearest love...!” Beryl suddenly barrels into the barbarian, nearly sending them both toppling to the floor. Four stabilizing vines swiftly spread around those two lovers, grabbing at the wall and ground, keeping them from falling over. “Ah...!” The former Wood Elf trembles, her clingy hug growing just a bit tighter. “Are ya okay...?!”

It takes... perhaps a bit too long for Krvavy to answer that. “Yeah, just... sore... tired...” She sluggishly speaks, her voice slurring ever so slightly...

The dark pools of this Dryad’s eyes peer up at her Draconic lover, tanned face all but buried between a pair of big, bare breasts. Myriad emotions mix together in her expression... worry and concern ultimately winning whatever argument is happening in her head. Without a word, Beryl steps to the side and slips beneath the Drakling’s arm, helping Krvavy stay upright. Which isn’t too easy... but she does her best regardless.

Quite clumsily, the barbarian hugs her sweet berry back, black-scaled hand casually draped across that tomboy’s perky chest... lacking the energy to do anything more than limply hang in place. “I... I missed you...”

Nimble fingers grasp at those dangling digits, holding them in place. Beryl’s other hand brushes over a black-scaled hip, elbow resting atop the base of a certain meaty tail... which is all but being dragged behind them... “Ah missed ya too...”

Hardly a sound can be heard as Drakling and Dryad shuffle into the living room, the fire dim and little more than a few barely burning coals.

“It’s early.” Beryl quietly explains, her voice soft and breathy. “The others are... still sleepin’.”

Krvavy’s free hand thumps into the backrest of the couch. She... isn’t sure if she can walk all the way to the bed. To the rest of her girls. Her eyes turn to the Dryad by her side, hoping to get the help she needs for this final stretch of her journey.

Only for her heart to freeze.

There are... dark bags beneath Beryl’s eyes. The tomboy’s tanned skin is paler – more pallid – than usual. Those verdant, leaf-green lips have faded into a dull grey.

Beryl looked fine just a few minutes ago, so wha–?

A bolt of realization burns through the barbarian’s very being, bringing with it panic and dread. “Your tree... You’re too far...!” With hardly a thought in her head, Krvavy stumbles to the side, dragging this withering Dryad with her as she heads not towards their bed, but in the direction of Beryl’s grove.

“Ach...” That increasingly sickly looking tomboy grimaces, struggling to keep Krvavy from falling over. “Ah’ll be fi–”

“Mate...?” Khalia blearily mumbles, rubbing one amber-gold eye as the other squints all the way across the room. The faint grin already pulling at her plump lips suddenly turns into a scowl as she actually sees the state that both Beryl and their barbarian are in. “Rrrhm...” Her pawed feet press into the smooth stone floor, the swift footsteps that follow barely even audible, only the clicking of her claws making much noise at all.

“Wai–hhnmghh...” The air is forced from that weakened Drakling’s lungs as she and her Dryad are swept off their feet. A faint red flush fills her face as she finds herself held in her precious puppy’s strong arms, lifted up in a bridal carry with the withering Dryad curled up atop her. If she weren’t so exhausted, then she might feel embarrassed about this. But as is...

Her heavy eyelids droop further and further, refusing to stay open. Her head rolls to the side, squishing right into Khalia’s firm green tit. Her hands, weak and trembling as they are, hold tightly onto Beryl. She can almost feel the life returning to the Dryad with every step that Khalia takes...

Swirling wisps of restorative mist caress across her clammy skin... the air itself welcoming her home, so warm... so cozy...

So...

“Rrrgh... Mate... Mate. Mate!”

“Mnhhh...” Krvavy’s mind swirls and swims as she struggles to open her eyes... finding herself staring up at two blurry, worried faces. The vibrant canopy of Beryl’s tree hangs in the background above. “I’m... awake...”

Beryl bites her bottom lip, white teeth digging into lively, leaf-green flesh. “Rina... Rina told us wha’ ‘appened, my dearest love.” The former Elf rather slowly replies, anxiously running a hand through her short and messy hair. “Ah... can’t scold ya fer wha’ ya did. Ya weren’t reckless. Ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong. Ya... ya saved Rina’s life.”

Concern creeps into Krvavy’s muddled mind. “Is she...?”

“She’s fine.” A hint of tension fills that tanned – and thankfully not withered – tomboy’s fairly terse voice. With a soft shake of her head, she carefully cuddles up against that Drakling’s side, wordlessly encouraging Khalia to claim the other half of their shared lover. “The Countess is back in Raseyne already. She’ll... want ta talk wit’ ya, but... but ya need ta rest first. So please, my dearest love, relax. Take care o’ yerself...”

A gentle, soothing warmth washes over Krvavy... magic suffuse with the energy of life making the presence of her sweet berry all the more reassuring.

That Dryad shifts slightly, lifting herself up just a little. Her glistening, almost entirely black eyes meet the Drakling’s exhausted gaze, veiled irises filled with a desperate plea. “Ah love ya, Krvavy. Ah love ya more than Ah thought Ah’d ever love anyone... Ah –”

“I love you too, Beryl...” Krvavy unintentionally cuts the Dryad off, barely able to hear her own voice over the increasingly frantic beat of her heart, these honest and genuine words slipping through her pale lips. “I... wanted to ask you this before... before I left, but...” Her weak and shaky hands clasp onto the far more dexterous ones of her wonderful Wood Elf, holding them all together. “Will you marry me, Beryl...?”

Surprise fills that tanned tomboy’s face, quickly giving way utter elation. Beads of blissful, joyous sap-like tears well up in the corners of her eyes, trickling down her increasingly colourful cheeks as she finds herself smiling wider than ever before. “Aye. Aye, Ah will my love.” She quietly responds, her lucid tone so breathy and soft... her euphoric excitement restrained for the sake of her newly betrothed barbarian.

Shaking and trembling... the Dryad leans forward. Her soft, leafy lips press against Krvavy’s mouth. Their kiss is chaste and serene. It lasts for an eternity, and yet ends far too soon...

Emerald eyes peer deep into two dark pools, unbothered by the slightly awkward perspective that comes from being so close. “Sorry if this... if this moment isn’t special enough...” The Drakling idly mutters, feeling a little disappointed in herself. She should have picked a better time. A nicer moment. But she... “I just...”

“Shhh... It’s alright, my dearest love. Any moment wit’ ya is special. And this one... wit’ ya back... wit’ ya ‘ere, beneath my tree... It is the most special o’ all~...” Those verdant lips press into Krvavy’s rosy cheek, lingering there for just a few short moments before pulling back. “Now... now relax. Rest and relax.” Beryl gently orders, her long and pointed ears wiggling in such a wonderful way as she brushes a strand of blood-red hair away from her larger lover’s face. “Khalia and Ah are... we’re ‘ere fer ya.”

“Mate...” The uncharacteristically quiet Were-Beast whispers that venerable title, her usually gruff tone sounding so soft and... worried. But luckily not at all jealous over the honour that Beryl just received. She is, after all, already Krvavy’s Mate. What is a marriage proposal compared to that?

“I love you, Khalia...” The barbarian rolls her head to the side, planting a weak kiss onto the tip of her precious puppy’s nose. “Thanks for... for carrying us over here...”

“Rrrrrgh...” A grumbling growl rumbles from deep within Khalia’s chest, a blush filling her green, faintly freckled cheeks despite that stern and forceful sound. Without wasting another second... she slips a bestial leg over one of Krvavy’s own, shifting to lay half on top of this Drakling she calls her Mate. “Sleep.”

Krvavy smiles and slowly sighs, letting her heavy eyes droop shut once more. She would love it if her other girls were here too, but... she’ll see them soon enough, no doubt...

“I am not jealous...!” An exasperated and bratty voice softly echoes through Krvavy’s dreams. “Stop trying to lord that over me...! It does not even make sense...! I am already h–”

“Hush.” A neutral voice, sounding a little louder and much closer, cuts the first one off. “You will wake her.”

“Hmph...!”

“Mnnnhh...” Krvavy can’t help but groan, stretching her legs as best she can despite the weight pressing down on them.

“Ach, too late...”

The first thing Krvavy sees as she opens her eyes is... Adeline’s face. The big hazel-brown eyes of that adorable bunny-mouse are... wet and watery. Worry and joy fill that Halfling’s face in equal measure, mixing with relief as she –

“Mhh~!” The tiny blonde lunges forward, locking her little lips with those of the much larger Drakling. Her small hands clutch at Krvavy’s cheeks, trembling faintly. “Eeeeeeeeeeeiiie...!” She ends that kiss as abruptly as it began, squeaking in embarrassment as she curls into a ball and flops to the side, nestling herself into the crook of Krvavy’s arm.

The second thing that Krvavy sees after she opened her eyes is... a pair of titanic grey-skinned tits hanging above her head. She can just barely see the canopy of Beryl’s tree in the periphery of her vision, and only because those leafy branches reach so far from that thick and sturdy trunk.

“I do hope that I make for a good pillow, my Ushumgal.” A faint hint of a smile can just about be heard in this Dwarf’s normally neutral voice, one of her stout and stocky hands giving the Drakling’s shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“The best~...” Krvavy honestly returns, unable to stifle the long yawn that follows. She still feels a little sore, but... not nearly as tired as she did earlier.

A fact that only becomes more true as another absolutely beautiful woman pushes her way into Krvavy’s field of view. “Pardon me fer smotherin’ ya, but ya must be ‘ungry. So drink up, my dearest love~.”

The barbarian can barely blink before a second pair of breasts is shoved into her face, these other equally wonderful tits much smaller than those of her shortstack. Beads of golden nectar leak from the verdant green nipple closest to her mouth. With hardly even a thought... Krvavy’s lips latch onto that sweet and delicious teat, not wanting to let even a drop to go to waste.

“What.” Thea blankly blurts out, that brat’s brain needing a good few seconds to process what her soft-blue eyes see. “Is... is that where your ‘nectar’ comes from!? I... I-I drank some of it!”

“Calm – mhhhh~!” Beryl’s long, knife-like ears flutter and twitch, this Dryad doing absolutely nothing to hide how much she enjoys having her Draconic lover nibble and suck on her nipple. “Calm down, the – ohh, yess~! – the stuff tha’ Ah – hhhm~! – gave ya came from – nnh, just like tha’, my love~! – from my tre-eEE~!”

“Ugh...” The silver-blonde brat sounds slightly relieved to hear that... but also a little disappointed. Not that she would ever admit as much~. “You...” Thea so heavily sighs. “You are squishing the mouse...”

“Oh~! S-sorry sweetie~...” Beryl sheepishly coos, keeping her tit firmly squished against the Drakling’s mouth as she shifts her body around, moving into a spot where she isn’t laying half on top of the Halfling.

All of these noises are enough to disturb the Were-Beast’s slumber, if not quite enough to outright wake her. “Rrmmmnnhhghn~...” Khalia softly groans, almost moaning as she sleepily grinds and rubs herself against her Draconic Mate’s body, all but straddling a single muscled thigh.

“Hhah~...!” A satisfied gasp and a wet pop marks the end of Krvavy’s meal.

“My dearest love, ‘ow was tha’ fer breakfast~...?” Beryl breathily asks, her face flushed a beautiful shade of green.

A part of Krvavy wants to be playful or cheeky and say something along the lines of her having had better, but... That would be a completely unbelievable lie. “It was amazing...” She happily replies, feeling utterly content and satisfied.

“If ya want more, then don’t be shy and just ask~. Ah’ll always be willin’ ta give ya another sip~.” Even though her tone is undeniably teasing... whether that tomboy’s offer is genuine or not isn’t even in question.

Everyone here knows full well that Beryl completely and entirely means what she just said. Honestly, there is a good chance that her playful promise will even hold true for any and all of the others too.

“My dearest love,” the dark pools of this Dryad’s eyes drop down just a bit, her expression subtly shifting... growing a little more vulnerable. “About wha’ ya asked before ya ‘ad a nap... Ya... Ya meant tha’, aye? Ya weren’t just... out o’ it and delirious...? Ya... ya do remember it, aye...?”

A certain meaty tail clumsily twists around, pressing against this tanned tomboy’s back, gently pushing her forward...

To give those two a little more room – and to avoid getting her truly titanic tits poked too hard by a pair of branch-like antlers – Inanna leans back as much as she can with such a sturdy tree trunk behind her.

“Beryl,” the barbarian breathlessly whispers, pale lips so close to those of her sweet berry. “How could I ever forget proposing to you?” That thick and meaty tail twitches, its tip tracing along the tomboy’s spine, following a path that black-scaled hands would be... were they not effectively pinned in place by Were-Beast and Halfling alike. “It might not have been a grand spectacle, but...”

Any other words that Krvavy could say are suddenly silenced, the second woman to become her fiancée so passionately shutting her up with a kiss.

“Mwahh~...” That tomboyish Elf makes an exaggerated noise as she pulls back, her cheeks a verdant green. “Good,” relief and joy can be heard in that single sighed word, even as Beryl tries to sound confident and sure of herself. Though she can’t quite keep a slightly sheepish tone from creeping into her next few words... “Because Ah already told the others about it.”

“‘Told’?” Thea scoffs, rolling her beautiful soft-blue eyes. “‘Bragged to’ is more accurate.”

“And can ya blame me? Ah get ta call the greatest love o’ my life – the woman who saved me from centuries o’ misery and loneliness, the woman who gave me purpose in life and who ‘elped me become wha’ Ah was always meant ta be – my fiancée...!” A warm and loving smile dances across the Dryad’s face as she meets that bratty girl’s gaze. “Ya know exactly wha’ Ah am talkin’ about, because the both o’ us are as blessed as can be~.”

Thea pointedly turns her head away, doing her best to act like she isn’t blushing so intensely that the bright red colour has spread down from her cheeks to her shoulders. “That nectar of yours...” To avoid her embarrassment, the noble girl tries to change the topic. “The bottle that you gave Krvavy for her trip... Did you fill that from your teat as well, like some sort of debauched tree cow?”

Beryl’s smile doesn’t falter at all. In fact, it only grows wider as she gazes at her fellow fiancée. “Aye.” She unashamedly admits. “Only the best fer our dearest love~.”

“Oh.” The barbarian blankly blinks, slightly ruining the mood. But she also gives her beautiful brat a bit of a reprieve, so that equals out...? “I shared some of it with Rina.”

Nimble fingers affectionately caress their way across Krvavy’s cheek, trailing over the small patch of scales that rest beneath an emerald eye. “Tha’ so~?” Beryl playfully asks, a dangerously teasing tone underlining that question of hers, only growing more mischievous and more mirthful by the moment. “Did she like it~?”

“Yeah, she loved it.” The corners of Krvavy’s lips twitch upwards, her heart fluttering as she briefly glances towards the heavily blushing brat sitting a bit too far away for her liking. “She even wanted to see if we could sell some to her. Would you be up for that~?”

The teasing tomboy’s long and pointed ears twitch, suddenly going stiff and tense. “Ahh... W-well, if... if it is just fer ‘er...” The Dryad almost timidly taps her fingers together, turning the dark pools of her eyes to the side.

An utterly flabbergasted sound slips past Thea’s kissable lips. “What, now you are getting bashful?!”

A genuine smile finds its way onto Krvavy’s face, warmth and loving filling her soul. She slowly lets her eyes droop shut once more, head sinking into the pillow of Inanna’s thick thighs as she simply basks in the bliss that is this cuddling embrace, all of her girls present and nearby. She really did miss them...

Despite the joy surrounding her... Krvavy’s mood begins to drop. She is home again, yes, but... not under the best of circumstances. A question lingers in the back of her brain, unable to be ignored.

“How...” The Drakling takes a very deep breath. “How long was I dead?”

Hardly a sound can be heard in the seconds that follow. “Roughly nine days.” Inanna is the first to speak up, her tone devoid of nearly all emotion. Except for a tinge of concern.

“It was only a week last time...” Krvavy frowns, opening her eyes to see a similar expression on both Beryl and Thea’s faces. Which are, incidentally, the only faces that she can actually see right now.

“Did ya get any... notifications about it?” The former Wood Elf hesitantly asks, letting her nimble hand come to rest atop Adeline’s head, providing a little bit of comfort and reassurance to that sensitive girl as they tackle this... difficult topic. “Different from before?”

You have died.

Blessed by an Otherworldly Force, your soul has the strength to return you to life in the location that it is bound to. But this process is straining and wears away at your soul: each death will take longer than the last to recover from, until you meet your final death.

+1 Divine Favour, for overcoming death.

“It... it is all the same.” Krvavy tiredly replies. “Same wording. Same amount of favour.”

“Ach, well, at least ya aren’t really bein’ rewarded fer dying...” Beryl ruefully clicks her tongue. “Wha’ about yer axe? Is it... alright? Rina mentioned tha’ it disappeared, and Ah... didn’t explain ta ‘er why or ‘ow tha’d ‘appen.”

With a fair bit of hesitation, Krvavy lifts her arm up and away from Adeline’s adorably curled up body. There is absolutely no way that Khalia would have let her other arm move. She takes a deep breath and...

A soft flash of light appears above her raised palm, instantaneously taking the shape of her Soulbound weapon. It fully materializes a moment later. The whole thing, from end to end, looks completely undamaged and in perfect condition.

“Tha’ is a relief...” Beryl slowly sighs, sparing the weapon only a quick glance before it fades away again. “Wouldn’t want ya ta ‘ave lost yer axe, and the favour ya spent on it.”

“My Ushumgal. Are you feeling alright?” The Dwarf asks, giving the Drakling’s shoulder another comforting squeeze. “We still do not know the extent of the consequences of you dying and returning to life.”

“I... I’m still a bit sore.” Krvavy admits, trying to stretch again. Which isn’t all that easy while lying down surrounded – and covered – by the loves of her life. “But I feel a lot better now than I did right after I... got back.”

Beryl leans just a little closer, concern colouring the dark pools of her eyes. “Nothin’ else?”

“Well...” The barbarian bites the inside of her cheek, brow furrowed in thought. “I had some nightmares while, uh, dead.”

Inanna also leans in... those truly titanic tits of hers so nearly smothering her larger lover. “What of?” She asks, both hesitant and curious.

“I... I can’t quite remember...” A shiver trails down the Drakling’s spine, her chest feeling a little tight as feelings of fear, hopelessness, and sorrow wash over her mind...

“Hmph!” Thea huffs, rolling her beautiful blue eyes. “Enough of this! No point in dwelling on death if this degenerate Dragon doesn’t have anything useful to say about it!”

“Aww, ‘ow adorable~!” Beryl’s sudden cooing catches that brat off guard, leaving the girl vulnerable as four vines suddenly race out towards her.

“Wha!? HEY!” The silver-blonde noble girl barely has time to protest before she is grabbed and dragged deeper into this cozy cuddle pile, all but being tossed atop Krvavy... sharing the spot that Beryl herself half claimed.

“Rrrrmmmgh...” The Were-Beast grumbles a little grumpily as the bratty girl’s nubile body thumps into her. “Girlie...” She lightly shakes her head, lifting a strong furred arm up and wrapping it around Thea’s waist.

“Ugh... seriously...” The thoroughly imprisoned brat weakly complains, finding herself pinned between the cuddling Were-Beast and barbarian with no hope of escape. Not that she’d actually try to escape.

“There, tha’ is better~. Isn’t tha’ right, my dearest love~?” Beryl lovingly wonders, moving over to give Thea a little more space... ending up behind their bottom-heavy bunny-mouse as she vaguely mirrors Khalia, hugging onto the Drakling’s other arm while pressing her pert tits into Adeline’s back.

“Yeah...” Krvavy happily returns, melting away as she simply enjoys and savours the feeling of five women clinging onto her. Two on each side, and one beneath her head... those thick thighs making an amazing pillow.

Peaceful warmth surrounds the Drakling, soothing both her body and mind. The faintest remnants of her lingering nightmares fade even further, soon disappearing along with the rest of those dark and dreary dreams. A feeling that Krvavy once thought that she would never get to experience fills her entire being, stronger than she would have ever hoped it could be.

Love.

To love and be loved is more than she could ever ask for...

Inanna shifts slightly, causing the absolutely massive tits that are still taking up most of Krvavy’s vision to jiggle so beautifully. “How was the Council?” She idly asks after a few long but relaxing minutes, voice barely above a whisper. “As boring as expected?”

“Hhahhhh... Way, way, way worse.” Krvavy replies, a dopey smile on her face despite her sighed words. “It was painfully, excruciatingly boring. It would have been better had I died in the middle of it instead of after it was all over.”

“Ach, don’t ya joke about tha’.” Beryl gently scolds, giving the barbarian a light tap with her foot.

“Sorry... Tk.” The Drakling clicks her tongue, annoyed with herself. “Honestly, the fact that I died is... kind of pissing me off. And not just because, you know, I died. Or even because Rina and I now have some things to explain to each other, which... eugh...” Krvavy grimaces and subtly shakes her head, a little worried about whatever that conversation will entail. “It feels a bit stupid, but... Rina was going to reward me for suffering through that boring job, and...”

“Seriously...?” Thea softly scoffs, looking just a little disappointed. “You had a whole week with that... that lewd Countess. And do not even bother trying to act like you never once laid a finger on her. You were not shy in harassing me with knowledge of the degenerate acts the two of you got up to!” The bratty girl huffs, idly playing with the Far-Speaking ring clinging onto her finger. “Perverted toys...”

“She...” Krvavy’s cheeks burn a bright red, rivalling her crimson hair in colour. Her mostly soft cock twitches slightly. “She wanted me to fuck her ass.”

“W-wha’?!” Beryl gasps, caught completely off guard by that rather simple statement. “But... yer size...?”

Krvavy simply shrugs her shoulders. Or at least she tries to. That kind of gesture isn’t all too easy while lying back like this. “Rina... said something about having some potions to help with that.”

“Ach. Ah like the woman, Ah really do, but... Tha’ is a bit presumptuous o’ ‘er.” The tanned Dryad ever so slightly scowls, reaching an arm over Adeline’s adorably embarrassed body to possessively rest her palm in the middle of their Draconic lover’s muscled abs. “Yer cock ‘asn’t been in any o’ our arses yet, so she’d be steallin’ tha’ virginity from ya... Though Ah suppose she would also be givin’ ya ‘er own at the same time...”

“D-do not look at me like that!” The silver-blonde brat suddenly and nervously sputters, her cheeks burning a brighter shade of red than Krvavy’s own. Which is quite the accomplishment. “My perverted and degenerate and debauched trait m-may make me capable of... of...! But I-I...! What about your dog?! Her holes are bottomless!”

“Rrrgh...” Khalia grimaces, growling at the flustered noble clutched in her arms. “Can’t breed butt.” She quite plainly states, making her predictably simple opinion on the matter known.

An exasperated, overwhelmed scoff of a huff passes through Thea’s kissable lips. “Y-you cannot be bred at all! Krvavy set that chance down to zero!”

“Rrrrrrrgghhhh...!” Being reminded of that fact just seems to aggravate the Were-Beast.

“Well, my dearest love...” Beryl idly trails her nimble fingers down the barbarian’s buff belly. “Ya’re ‘ere now, wit’ us, so... ‘ow about we give ya a reward instead~? All o’ us~. At the same time~.” A teasing smile plays at the Dryad’s verdant green lips, faltering a little as she feels the need to add one more thing. “And this wouldn’t be a reward fer dyin’, no matter ‘ow ‘eroic yer sacrifice was, but... but fer bein’ the woman tha’ we love. So... ‘ow about it~? Wanna take yer mind off the pain ya suffered, focusin’ instead of the pleasure ya could experience wit’ us all~?”

“W-why are you volunteering all of us for such a perverted thing?!” Thea continues to sputter, getting increasingly overwhelmed. The fact that one of Khalia’s strong paw-like hands is kneading her ass definitely isn’t helping her stay composed.

“If ya want ta sit it out, then Ah guess tha’ is fine. A bit disappointin’, but fine.” Beryl dramatically sighs, shaking her head as she nuzzles into her Draconic lover’s shoulder. “Especially since Ah just meant tha’ we could lavish our dearest love in bliss and ecstasy, not ‘ave ‘er claim all o’ our arses. Funny tha’ tha’ is where yer mind went~.”

“Sh-shut up...!”

A soft laugh slips past that tomboy’s verdant lips. “So... who is up fer it? Khalia? Ach, why’d Ah even bother askin’? O’ course ya are! Wha’ about ya, sweetie?”

Adeline goes completely still, not so much as even taking a breath, as she is put on the spot. “Hhhhh!” She sharply inhales, trembling and hiding behind her floppy bunny ears. Those little lungs of hers don’t exactly hold much air. “Y-y-yy-ess...!” Her muffled voice slurs ever so slightly, oozing shame and excitement in equal measure.

“I will also participate.” Contrasting the other inhumanly short girl, Inanna’s response is incredibly calm. As expected of her.

“F-f-f-fine!” Thea shakily blurts out, before anyone can even try to peer pressure her. “I will join in as well! Happy!?” Despite this whole act of hers, there isn’t even the slightest bit of reluctance in her tone. The bratty girl honestly sounds more excited about this upcoming orgy than anyone else here.

“Well, ‘ow about it, my dearest love~?” The Dryad’s dexterous fingers dance around the root of their Drakling’s steadily stiffening dick. Nothing but love and lust fill the dark pools of her eyes, long and pointed ears wiggling with eager anticipation. “Are ya feelin’ up fer it~? Would ya like us, all o’ us, ta completely and utterly spoil ya like tha’~?”

Krvavy’s heart hammers away in her chest. There is only one answer to such a question.