Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Facial, Cumshot, Missionary, Doggy Style, Aggressive / Energetic Sex, Creampie, Pet, Puppy Girl, Arguably Mind Control or Brainwashing (she didn’t exactly have much of a mind before, but still)

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“Wait, wait, my dearest love!” Beryl quickly grabs onto both of the barbarian’s hands, stopping them from moving up to Khalia’s face. “Ah’d like ta do my work before tha’, ahem, thing messes wit’ ‘er. Ya saw wha’ it did ta me, so ya must understand ‘ow... turbulent... it’ll make ‘er mind. Just let ‘er eyes open up on their own when Ah’m done. Alright?”

Krvavy frowns, gazing down at the unconscious Orc’s rather peaceful face. The sooner this collar gets used, the sooner she can put it away. But... she doesn’t want her impatience to ruin this. If Beryl thinks that it’d be best to do it this way... then this is the way they’ll do it. “Go... go ahead whenever you’re ready.”

A gentle, loving smile plays at Beryl’s lips. The tanned tomboy softly squeezes Krvavy’s hands before letting go of them.

The barbarian shifts and settles down on her knees. She isn’t particularly comfortable. But that wouldn’t change even if the stone beneath her suddenly became soft and padded.

“Before we begin... Ah ‘ave one last request ta make: can ya get ‘ard right now? Yer cock, Ah mean.”

“What?” Confusion washes over Krvavy’s mind. Her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why?”

“Well...” A faint bit of colour tints Beryl’s cheeks. “When she opens ‘er eyes and gazes up at ya this thing will make ‘er twitch like crazy. And if ya were inside o’ ‘er at the time, then it’d feel real good fer ya! Ah just thi–”

“No.” Krvavy quickly shuts the idea down. “I’m not going to use her like that.”

Beryl accepts that with a nod, though she does seem a little disappointed. “Apologies. Ah just thought Ah’d give ya the chance. Ya didn’t get ta do tha’ wit’ me, and Ah doubt ya’ll want ta use it on other women, so...”

The Elf leaves that hanging in the air for a moment, but Krvavy doesn’t change her mind.

“Alright. Ah’ll get on wit’ it.” Beryl says with a shrug, bringing her hands back up to Khalia’s head and closing her eyes, nimble fingers splayed out over the Orc’s temples. A serene look fills her face as she starts working her magic. But that doesn’t last long. Her eyebrows quickly furrow as she clearly begins to properly concentrate.

And nothing seems to happen.

Not as far as Krvavy can tell, at least. But she also has no idea how much time this could take, so... she simply sits there. Patiently. Trying to not let anxiety get the best of her.

After a few long minutes Khalia make a slight noise. “nnnhm.” It isn’t much. At all. The Orc made similar noises before, when Krvavy would fuck her. Though this sound was more like a groan than a moan. Not quite pained, but nowhere near pleasured either. Vaguely reminiscent of someone being told to wake up when they really don’t want to...

Despite how unremarkable that sound was... Beryl’s expression still lights up as she hears it. Her long Elf ears even begin to happily wiggle. So it must be a good sign.

Khalia makes more and more little noises as the minutes pass on by, though beyond that... nothing seems to change. Her body remains limp, lying half in Beryl’s lap with the back of her head resting against the Elf’s pert breasts.

The tiny bit of hope that Krvavy had for this succeeding fades away bit by bit. The Greenskin woman reacted way more to being fucked. Guess using Beast Magic was a–

Her thoughts come to an abrupt halt as Khalia’s eyes suddenly flutter open.

Those soft amber orbs gaze at Krvavy for a few seconds, almost as if in shock. Her pupils quickly dilate and her whole body suddenly goes stiff, pushing back against Beryl. Her mouth flies open in a silent cry that lolls her tongue out into the air, and her hips begin to buck and writhe.

Beryl smiles widely as she moves her hands off of the Greenskin’s head, trailing them both down to Khalia’s breasts. The Elf gropes the Orc’s sizable tits while holding her shaking body in place.

“HHHhhhhhh~!” A wheezing gasp is all the sound that Khalia can make. She seizes violently, thrashing as her legs kick up and slam back into the ground.

Without a thought, Krvavy leans forwards and grabs at Khalia’s calves, pinning them together and tucking them beneath her arm. It is much better that the Orc accidentally kick Krvavy than the solid stone floor.

But that doesn’t stop the orgasmic Orc from bucking her hips into the air. And while she probably won’t bruise her butt against the ground... it is probably best to fully pin her in place. Just like Krvavy did with Beryl. Exactly like she did with Beryl.

Ignoring the red hue that is surely filling her heated cheeks, the barbarian reaches forwards with her free hand and presses down against Khalia’s crotch. She can feel the sheer and utter need emanating from deep within this Greenskin woman.

And just like with the Wood Elf, that bit of intimate contact seems to wonders. Khalia continues to buck and grind against the barbarian’s hand, but not quite as violently. More... happily. And content.

Of course, there is one major difference between this use of the collar and the last. Khalia is completely naked. So it only takes a single lucky buck for a finger to slip inside of her. A thumb, to be precise. Krvavy isn’t at the same angle as before, fingers digging into a green skinned thigh rather than a needy pussy, which she foolishly thought would be enough to keep this from getting inappropriate. Well, more inappropriate.

A tight, burning heat clenches down around that thumb. Lewd liquids gush out past it.

The Drakling’s dick twitches and stiffens. She can’t help but imagine how her cock would feel inside that quivering and convulsing cunt... Not matter how hard she tries not to.

She forces her eyes shut and tries to ignore the lewd sight before her. But that just heightens her other senses. The soft, breathless gasps that Khalia keeps making... The warmth of Khalia’s trembling body, partially held under one arm and beneath the others hand... The scent of sex, primal and desperate...

It is best if her eyes remain open.

An immense amount of drool has spilled from Khalia’s mouth, almost flowing down her wide tongue and onto her breasts. Beryl is still kneading those now glistening green mounds as the rising and falling of Khalia’s chest slows down and her body gradually stops convulsing. Though that does take quite some time.

“Ya can take it off now, if ya’d like.” Beryl softly states as the woman half in her lap falls still. “Yer little Orc looks like she needs a moment ta cool down.”

Krvavy reluctantly turns her gaze towards that collar. And immediately freezes as a flash of panic grips at her heart. The keyhole isn’t where it was when she clicked that thing around Khalia’s neck. It isn’t beneath the Orc’s chin, front and center. Her fingers tremble slightly as she grabs the key with one hand and rolls the Orc over with the other.

A sigh of relief escapes past her lips.

The keyhole is directly over Khalia’s spine. Right where it was when Beryl wore the collar. Krvavy quickly goes to unlock it, a soft click ringing out as the metal band bends unnaturally and unnervingly, splitting into a ‘U’ shape that is open at the front.

Krvavy wastes no time at all, standing back up and stepping through the illusionary barrier with collar and key in hand. If only she could destroy it without having to worry about the evil thing exploding like a nuke... Sealing it away like this, in a hidden alcove inside a cave only she can enter, will have to do well enough.

Shaking her head, the barbarian heads back out towards Beryl and her Orc. Hopefully that worked and Khalia can function on her own again. Her stomach twists and flutters. She grows more nervous with each step she takes. She almost doesn’t want to go back out there... to see if it worked... or if it didn’t...

But she can’t stay in here forever.

Lewd sounds fill the air, worming their way into Krvavy’s ears the moment she passes back out onto her loot-filled platform. Those musical moans sends shivers down her spine. Pleasant shivers, much to her annoyance. Krvavy stepped away for less than a minute, so what is going on?

Beryl is sprawled back out on the ground... with Khalia’s head buried between her thighs. The Orc’s firm green ass is raised up into the air, wiggling in Krvavy’s direction and showing off the glistening streams flowing down her thighs. Well, at least Khalia is moving again. This, at the very least, is quite the improvement. Not that the bar was particularly high before...

“Oh, my dearest love~! Look~!” Beryl happily cries out as soon as she lays her eyes on Krvavy. “It worked~! Oh~! Her tongue~...! Oh~! And those tusks~...!”

While Krvavy’s cock is quite hard, jutting out into the air before her, she isn’t exactly in the mood for anything sexual. The memory of dying is still fresh in her mind. And that collar... She shakes her head and steps forwards. If her girl’s want to have fun together...

Khalia abruptly straightens up, her head bolting from between Beryl’s legs as she turns towards the barbarian. Without any hesitation the Orc launches herself at Krvavy, the weight behind that attack forcing Krvavy to take a step back.

But Khalia isn’t being hostile. She isn’t actually attacking Krvavy. Quite the opposite, really. The Orc’s arms wrap around Krvavy’s shoulders, giving a very tight and clingy hug. The Greenskin woman begins excitedly licking all across Krvavy’s face while grinding her whole body against the barbarian.

Beryl softly sighs, sounding rather disappointed as she is left alone on the ground. “She is real excitable,” the Elf simply states.

“Uh, yeah...” Krvavy mutters out those words between the long licks being lavished across her face. Her Orc doesn’t seem like she’ll be stopping anytime soon, and Krvavy’s attempts to pry her off are completely unsuccessful. Khalia’s grip around her is just too tight, and pulling any harder might hurt the woman.

And so, Krvavy is left with no choice but to fully bring Khalia into her arms, lifting her up off the ground to make this a little bit more comfortable for the both of them. That seems to make the Orc happy, as her licking becomes even more excited and her whole body quivers in Krvavy’s grasp. “Can you stop already?”

“Ah don’t think we can communicate wit’ her, by the way.” Beryl voices her thoughts. “She probably doesn’t understand the Common Tongue.”

“I don’t think that is the problem...” Krvavy grumbles back, getting increasingly annoyed at the constant slobbering spreading saliva across her face. “Alright, that’s enough!” She growls out, moving one hand up to grab onto Khalia’s hair so that she can forcibly drag the Greenskin’s head back.

The Orc winces and then whimpers sadly as her hair gets roughly pulled. She gazes at Krvavy with wide begging eyes.

Krvavy glances past her Orc and focuses on Beryl, emerald eyes narrowed into slits. “Are you sure that you couldn’t fry her brain? She sure is acting like that is exactly what you did.”

“Wha’ do ya mean?” The tanned Elf confusedly replies. If she didn’t sound, and look, so genuine then Krvavy would assume that to be an act. “She is up and movin’. Seems fine ta me.”

“She is way too excited to see me. She jumped up at me and immediately started licking my face. And is now whimpering. That definitely doesn’t seem normal. Did you turn her into a dog?” Krvavy harshly accuses, lips pressed into a thin line.

Beryl simply shrugs. “Ah just woke ‘er up. If she wants ta be yer puppy, then tha’ is on ‘er.” the Elf nonchalantly replies. “But she does seem a bit needy... Why don’t ya go take care o’ ‘er? Enjoy yer girl and give ‘er wha’ she wants~!”

Krvavy opens her mouth to respond, but an extra sad whimpering sound from Khalia cuts her off. “Fine...” The barbarian grumpily grumbles. “Just... make sure she didn’t leave a mess up here.” This is Krvavy’s hoard, after all. There may not be much loot up here, but she still doesn’t want any of it to have gotten damaged.

“Aye, Ah’ll do tha’. Now go and ‘ave some fun wit’ ‘er~!” Beryl cheerily responds, glancing down between Krvavy’s legs to where Khalia’s firm rear is inadvertently grinding against the barbarian’s hard rod.

With a sigh Krvavy turns and heads on down the path, pausing briefly at the living area. She would like to take Khalia here in their bedding, but Thea is still asleep. Krvavy enjoys teasing and playfully bullying the girl, not harassing or being cruel to her for no reason. No point in ruining the brat’s beauty sleep.

And so, Krvavy continues on, bringing Khalia down to the hot springs. The Orc woman is rather excited to be in Krvavy’s arms, even though the barbarian still has a firm grip on her hair to keep her from licking. But she is clearly getting impatient with this short walk, squirming more and more in Krvavy’s grip.

The two of them arrive in the hot spring before Khalia’s writhing and wiggling can become a problem. Krvavy has a bit of trouble putting her Orc on the ground, as the Greenskin woman desperately wants to cling onto her, but with some effort she is able to pry the Orc off of her.

Though not for very long.

Khalia wraps her arms around Krvavy’s leg and nuzzles her face against the barbarian’s muscled thigh, making it quite difficult to get her to settle down, even just a bit. The Orcs woollen hair brushes against Krvavy’s hard cock, causing it to twitch.

That captures the Orc woman’s attention, and Krvavy doesn’t even have time to react before Khalia is on it, excitedly licking all across that girthy thing with her wide tongue.

Krvavy bites back a moan as her hands begin to pet Khalia’s head, stroking the Orc’s hair and scritching at her scalp. The Orc woman is clearly inexperienced, at least in her current state, but she more than makes up for that in enthusiasm. Her warm tongue trails up the length of Krvavy’s shaft one moment, before abruptly heading down to suckle a bit on the barbarian’s hefty sack, and suddenly going all the way back up to tease the tip and lap up Krvavy’s pre.

There is no pattern or apparent reason behind any of Khalia’s actions as she bounces around excitedly. But the Orc woman is being quite gentle and careful, her tusks only just slightly poking and glancing across Krvavy’s sensitive flesh despite those hectic movements. Beryl’s magic clearly worked to some degree, but how much of who she was before is there inside this Orc’s head?

Krvavy is jolted from her thoughts as she feels a pair of plump lips engulf the very tip of her dick. A gentle bit of suction pulls her in further. A wet warmth surrounds her cockhead as those plush lips wrap around just behind its crown. A curious tongue flicks at its dripping slit, hungrily lapping up the pre it is leaking out. Two little tusks press into her shafts sensitive underside, as if cupping its cockhead from below.

And that, all of that, is too much for Krvavy. It caught her off guard. And... the show earlier, of Khalia twitching and convulsing as overpowering orgasms rewrote her mind, also hasn’t helped. The barbarian wouldn’t want to admit it, but that sight did turn her on quite a bit.

Her hefty sack clenches up against her body, clawed toes curling. She grabs onto the Orc’s black-brown hair, forming firsts around those semi-coarse strands, and forces just a little more of her cock past the lips of this clearly still mindbroken woman.

Spurt after spurt of thick cum fills Khalia’s mouth, and even with the Orc woman audibly gulping it down there is enough to puff her cheeks out.

Krvavy’s cock pops free from those plump lips, shooting one final rope across the eager Orc’s face as she releases her grip on the Greenskin’s dark hair. Cum spills down Khalia’s chin and onto her breasts as she happily smiles with her mouth open and her tongue lolled out.

That sloppy sight reinvigorates Krvavy, causing her turgid rod to pulse uncomfortably as it refuses to soften even slightly. With hardly a thought in her head, Krvavy pushes her Orc back onto the warm stone ground and positions herself between Khalia’s legs. Her earlier exhaustion hardly matters right now. She can push past it. No problem.

The Orc woman is even more soaked than before, with a steady stream of juices flowing from her needy slit. The haze of lust creeps into Krvavy’s mind, pushing back all the aches and pains in her body.

Khalia whimpers in need, wiggling her hips enticingly, and Krvavy snaps. If her mental state was a bit more stable, then maybe she would have the will to resist. But, frankly, she doesn’t care about losing control. Not right now at least. She just wants to enjoy this green-skinned beauty in front of her. No, she needs to.

Krvavy’s hips suddenly slam forwards, penetrating as deeply as she can into the Orc woman in a single rough thrust.

Khalia’s eyes go wide as her body stiffens, her already tight tunnel squeezing down around Krvavy’s cock. Guttural grunts and moans of pure pleasure escape out past the Orc’s plump lips. The Greenskin woman succumbs fully to Krvavy’s feral fucking. Her body eagerly accepts the Drakling’s Draconic dick as it delves into her depths, again and again and again and again.

The sheer aggression and force behind every thrust only seems to turn Khalia on even more, as the Orc woman moans out louder and is more vocal the harder Krvavy pounds into her. The two of them aren’t just fucking. This is something far more primal. Krvavy is rutting with her Greenskin. As if she’s trying to breed her.

That thought pierces its way through the haze, but the barbarian doesn’t slow down in the slightest. In fact, it seems to spur her on even more. Just thinking about her Orc’s taut green belly swelling up with her spawn sends Krvavy into a frenzy of fucking. Deep down she knows that is just a fantasy, as Beryl’s herbs will keep any accidents from happening, but in this state her lust-crazed mind focuses entirely on that most basic of desires.

Krvavy hardly even registers Khalia’s legs wrapping around her waist or the Orc’s hips thrusting back up from the ground to meet her every thrust. Her lust-addled mind is focused entirely on breeding the Greenskin beneath her. On making her claim on this Orc absolute and undeniable.

Without thinking about it, Krvavy’s hands find their way onto Khalia’s slightly cum-covered breasts. Roughly kneading the firm green mounds draws even more moans out of the Orc woman. Krvavy’s fingers dig into the yielding flesh as Khalia’s hard nipples press into her palms. With all that extra stimulation helping to make Khalia’s orgasms blend together into one, it is only a matter of time before Krvavy reaches her limit once more.

Even if the barbarian was fully in control of herself, even if her mind was calm and collected... The sensation of this constantly convulsing cunt constricting and clenching around her cock is simply too much to resist. Jolts of bliss and ecstasy burn through her body. Euphoria melts what is left of her mind.

Slamming down into Khalia, pressing her hips flush against the Orc’s green skin, Krvavy groans and unloads into her needy puppy. Stars fill her vision and her limbs tingle with pricks of static as the pleasure overwhelms Krvavy’s mind. It feels like her body is going to keep cumming forever, trying desperately to breed this beautiful Orc.

It ends as abruptly as it began, leaving Krvavy panting over her glistening Greenskin.

Khalia’s unfocused eyes meet Krvavy’s own. Despite all that pleasure they shared, there is still a hungry need in the Orc’s eyes. She wiggles her hips and tightens her folds around Krvavy’s softening cock, urging it back to hardness.

Despite the soreness setting in once more and the haze of lust beginning to fade, the Orc’s attempts to get Krvavy aroused once more work. Her precious little green-skinned puppy is almost challenging her, and Krvavy can’t just ignore that. She has to be able to satisfy her women. She simply can’t leave them wanting more.

Hissing out a sharp breath of air, Krvavy pulls back from her Orc just enough to unlatch the Greenskin’s legs from her waist and roll Khalia over onto her hands and knees. Firmly grabbing onto the wide hips in front of her, Krvavy pulls the Orc’s ass up into the air.

Khalia’s cunt clenches down on Krvavy’s cockhead. Needy. Hungry. Desperate for more.

After everything they’ve done so far... both now and before when this Orc was unresponsive... there is simply no reason to take it slow. A horny haze sweeps across Krvavy’s mind as she slams back into her puppy’s pussy. That green-skinned ass, fairly firm and toned, jiggles as her pale hips pounds into it.

But she isn’t entirely mindless in her movements. Her pride shines through the lust clouding her mind. This isn’t for her pleasure. This is for Khalia’s pleasure. She leans forwards, hunching over her Orc. More moans ring out as her swollen cockhead grinds against and pounds into the Orc’s most sensitive spots.

Each thrust is accompanied by wet slurping and squelching as the cum filling the Orc woman gradually leaks out. As it is dragged out by the inhuman ridges lining her rod. The sound is like debauched music to Krvavy’s ears. It is evidence of her having claimed this breedable Greenskin for herself.

“Nnnhhhhn~!” Khalia sounds like she is biting back some louder noise. And it would seem that she was, as her moans raise in volume and shift into wild, euphoric screams. “AARRHH~! AAAARRRAAAAAHHWOOOOOO~!?”

The wolfish howl causes Krvavy to pause, which irritates her green-skinned mate. Khalia growls and begins slamming her hips back against Krvavy, impaling herself of the thick rod. That snaps Krvavy out of her momentary confusion. She quickly resumes her forceful fucking.

“AAWAAAAH~!” Khalia cries out in pure pleasure. “AAARRWOOOO~!”

Even through the cloudy haze of lust, Krvavy is slightly concerned with that pleasured howling, as it seems like Khalia really is acting like a dog and isn’t just being weirdly affectionate... She really did a number on this poor Orc... But, Krvavy would be lying if she said that it didn’t turn her on a little bit. At least in her current state. There is just something about coaxing out those pleasured howls, trying to get Khalia to be louder and louder...

Khalia continues howling like a wolf as Krvavy pounds her from behind, pushing her hips back to meet every single thrust. She is as eager as she is loud. “AAARWOOOOOOOOO!”

With the amount of energy and enthusiasm that the Greenskin is displaying, it is only a matter of time until Krvavy once again approaches the edge. The barbarian barely registers the fact that she has slammed her hips down onto Khalia’s firm ass, holding herself in place.

That causes the Orc to growl in anger, not liking that Krvavy has stopped. But that growl quickly turns into a howl of pleasure as she feels the thick ropes spray across her insides. As she feels her womb fill with even more sticky seed...

Krvavy pulls back from the Orc, her thick cock making a wet plop as it is pulled free, causing a deluge of cum to spill from Khalia’s thoroughly used hole. Sitting back on her heels, Krvavy hardly gets the chance to catch her breath before the Orc spins around and is on her once again.

The Greenskin woman straddles Krvavy’s hips, grinding her cum covered body all across the barbarian’s front. A hand finds its way down between them, grabbing onto Krvavy’s softening cock and squeezing it greedily.

Khalia must have orgasmed dozens, if not hundreds of times. And yet she still wants more.

The Orc woman’s teeth and cute tusks gently bite down onto the side of Krvavy’s tit, just hard enough to leave a mark. She impatiently forces Krvavy’s semi-hard cock back inside her used slit and begins to aggressively ride the barbarian, growling and howling out all the while. Though those sounds all get muffled by the barbarian’s pale breast.

In a way... this is payback for everything that the barbarian has done to Khalia. For breaking her in the first place... For using her unresponsive body to get off time and time again... For failing to properly fix her...

Krvavy has made a monster. A beautiful, sex-obsessed monster.

She can handle this. Probably.