Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

Relevant Tags & Content Warning:

Messy Blowjob, Deepthroat, Asphyxiation, Choking, Excessive Cum, Bukkake/Cum Bath, Loss of Dominance (for Beryl), Aggressive/Rough Sex, Revenge, Orgasm Denial (to a degree), Threesome (technically).

Plus we still have...

Questionable/Dubious Consent, Restrained, Bound, Gagged, BDSM (without first discussing boundaries), Reliving Past Trauma (to a small degree).

The revenge mentioned above, and in the previous chapter’s Content Warning, isn’t immediate. It starts at around the halfway point.

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“It’s quite the tough and laborious task Ah ‘ave ahead o’ me~...” Beryl’s touch delicately dances along the Drakling’s jaw, caressing across skin and scales. “But such a wonderful one, wouldn’t ya say~...? Ta serve and satisfy ya~...?”

The muscles in Krvavy’s arms tense and flex, yet the vines binding her in place don’t budge even slightly. Small slivers and chips of wood drop to the ground as her fingers dig pitiful trenches in the crude armrests of this stump seat. But that too accomplishes nothing.

“Don’t ya worry, my dearest love, Ah won’t be ‘andlin’ such an important task all on my lonesome~. Yer puppy is down ‘ere too, remember~? The poor thing is just champin’ at the bit, ready ta ‘ave ‘er own fun wit’ ya~. See~?” Dexterous fingers squish into pale cheeks as the Elf gently but firmly directs her rightfully rage-filled lover’s attention to the side. “Doesn’t she look so eager and needy~?”

Khalia’s big, green-skinned breasts rapidly rise and fall with each ragged breath she struggles to take. Her eyes are wide and frenzied, darting back and forth between the sloppy puddle of cum and Krvavy’s painfully throbbing cock with a wild desperation. Only the faintest, muffled noises make it past the makeshift muzzle that so thoroughly covers half her face.

The Orc’s toned thighs, forced together and all but pinned to the ground, glisten with her arousal. Despite her obvious distress.

“Wha’ do ya say, my dearest love~? Should Ah let ‘er off ‘er leash~?”

Even if Krvavy could respond, she isn’t given the chance.

“Ach, why am Ah wastin’ time askin’ ya tha’~? An insatiable stud like yerself would obviously want ta give ‘er some love~!” The tanned tomboy suddenly raises a hand up. A loud and sharp snap rings out in the very next instant, her middle finger slamming into the base of her thumb.

The many vines wrapped around Khalia swiftly begin to shrivel and die. “Mmnnrrrghhhhn~...!” An utterly crazed look fills the Orc’s amber eyes as she springs up from the ground, her broken bindings raining down around her, and lunges straight for the Drakling.

But she doesn’t quite reach her target.

More vines burst from the ground between barbarian and Orc, wrapping around Khalia’s legs and thighs before she can throw herself into Krvavy’s lap. The frenzied Orc trips on those twisting restraints, unable to resist as they drag her to the ground between Krvavy’s forcibly spread legs, her knees pressing into the cum soaked grass with an unpleasantly wet squelch.

“Now, now, sweet puppy~. Don’t get too excited~.” Beryl’s nimble fingers trail down the Drakling’s neck, bumping over vines as she idly and lovingly massages those incredibly tense shoulders. “This is meant ta be a punishment fer our dearest love~. Ah can’t let ya go wild like ya clearly want ta~. Ya must take it... not slow, but slower~.”

“AARWUUAAAAH!” Khalia howls out in anguish as she finds herself almost entirely immobile once again. The vines curling and constricting around her torso connect to those binding the barbarian’s legs, securing the two unfortunate victims of this unhinged Elf together. “AAAAWWUUUUAAAAAH!”

The wailing Orc’s hot breath blows against Krvavy’s cock, causing that needy rod to twitch and throb as the thin creeping vines caressing its length peel away.

“AARWWW–!” Khalia abruptly cuts herself off. She stares at that uncovered cock in shock. Drool drips past her plump lips. The needy pulsing of the meaty pole she so desperately craves snaps her out of her daze. Without wasting any more time, Khalia forces herself forwards and just barely presses her face into Krvavy’s slightly sore sack.

The green-skinned woman breathes deeply, shivering as she takes in her Draconic mate’s musk.

Beryl steps around Krvavy, her hair dripping wet and her lithe body glistening in the light. She clearly took the chance to rinse most of the cum off of her, which is both a relief and a disappointment to a small part of Krvavy’s mind. Seeing her Elf so utterly marked was doing something for the lust-drunk barbarian, but it was also a little gross.

The Wood Elf’s hand trails through Khalia’s hair as the Orc worships Krvavy’s sack, kissing and licking all across the two round and productive orbs within it. A soft smile graces Beryl’s face as she leans down and grabs onto Khalia’s arms, pulling them up above the Greenskin’s head and directing them towards Krvavy’s unattended shaft, before stepping back and giving those two some space.

Khalia’s hands immediately begin to grope, caress, and jerk the barbarian’s length, moving with mindless instinct. The erratic motions on their own provide little pleasure to Krvavy, but the clear enthusiasm of her horny Orc makes up for that.

Whether it is the frantic, loving kisses from her Orc or the magical sap that she was forced to drink, the sore ache between Krvavy’s legs gradually fades away. But as the pain leaves, she is left with an overwhelming desire for freedom and a lust that must be sated. The vines pinning her arms in place strain slightly.

“Oh~! My dearest love~!” Beryl moans out, eagerly rubbing her pointy little clit. She has taken a seat across and to the side of Krvavy, giving her a perfect view of the service that the barbarian is receiving.

Khalia firmly presses her face into Krvavy’s crotch, taking a very deep breath and not caring for the pre dripping down onto her hair. With a slight whimper she abruptly pulls her head back, staring up at the barbarian with a crazed look in her eyes. Whether that movement was her own decision or that of the vines puppeting her body is... uncertain.

The Orc opens her mouth, reaches her head up, and presses forwards. Her plump lips wrap around Krvavy’s throbbing tip. Her two little tusks gently poke into its sensitive underside moments later. Khalia happily moans, shuddering in joy and bliss.

With ravenous desperation she begins to suckle away, drinking down all the pre she can get. Her wide tongue laps at the drooling slit, frantically trying to coax cum from that cockhead. The remains of Krvavy’s last orgasm cause the Orc to shiver and tremble, but a few drops aren’t enough for her.

Sparks of intense pleasure arc through Krvavy’s very being. The slightest sensation, from the cool air dancing across her skin and scales to the mouth latched onto her length, sends tingles climbing up her spine. Static hangs at the edge of her swirling, wavering vision. Her head... her head feels so light and yet so very heavy... So empty, so full...

The pressure in her skull has not faded or abated. If anything, it has grown. Her heart is... strained. Thump thump, it continues to pound, thump thump thump. Each drumming beat sends a wave of discomfort through her veins.

She can barely breath.

“MMUuuhMNN~!” The Orc’s muffled woof vibrates through Krvavy’s shaft. Need and affection fills her wild eyes as she forces her face further down that girthy length.

One of Khalia’s hands pats the barbarian’s buff belly, as if in reassurance that everything will be okay. At the same time, the Greenskin’s pointy teeth and tusks graze across her Draconic mate’s ridged rod as more and more cockflesh passes through the imperfect seal of her plump lips, those soft pillows stretched thin around its girth.

The Orc cannot handle the entirety of Krvavy’s length, but the horny hound doesn’t care about that inconvenient fact.

Krvavy’s cock fully fills Khalia’s mouth, causing the green-skinned woman to gag and slightly choke as the tip presses against the back of her throat. She hardly gives herself even a moment to get used to the large intrusion before continuing to press her face forwards.

Khalia’s throat squeezes down all around the barbarian’s rod as she pushes it further and further into that tight tunnel. Each and every moan sends pleasant vibrations through Krvavy’s body, and the choking convulsions only elevate that ecstasy.

Before either of their lust-addled minds seem to realize it, Khalia’s nose is squished up against the barbarian’s crotch and her tusks are pressing into the base of the shaft lodged deep down her throat.

The Orc’s watery eyes look up at Krvavy with frenzied love. Her hands paw desperately at the barbarian’s muscled abs as she pleadingly stares up past a firm pair of pale tits. Her body quivers and shakes ever so slightly as she fights against her instincts and holds herself in place.

The sight of her Orc willingly suffocating herself on that colossal cock is too much for the barbarian. The worry and concern mix with the love and lust she has towards Khalia, overpowering her unacknowledged panic to push her over the edge just as the Orc’s eyes begin to roll back.

Feeling the first spurt of cum being deposited directly into her stomach revitalizes Khalia, giving her a second wind. Her eyes are filled with nothing but love while her throat convulses and constricts, continuously choking as her face takes on a purplish tinge.

Beryl enters the barbarian’s hazy vision, her hand grabbing onto Khalia’s hair as she forcibly begins to drag the Orc back.

But Khalia resists with all of her might, making the process excruciatingly slow and difficult for the Wood Elf woman. A second hand needs to join the first. As do a couple vines.

Krvavy’s cock fills the Greenskin’s throat with cum, and then her mouth, before finally popping free from her plump lips.

Khalia chokes and coughs as thick seed rains down onto her body. Her lips are pressed tightly together and her cheeks bulge out, cum leaking from her nose as she refuses to spill any more of this precious reward.

The barbarian’s mind is drowning in ecstatic agony, trapped once again in a heavenly hell of overlapping pleasure. Her clawed fingers dig deeper trenches in the wooden armrests of her seat as she thrashes against the strained vines.

A part of her feels... broken. Defeated. Helpless. It wants her to... to just give up. To accept this fate. Because struggling and fighting is... a waste of energy. It never helped her before.

But... the barbarian can’t give up. No matter how sore she may be, stubbornness and spite demands that she keep struggling. As does her arousal. The burning need that so often frustrates her bolsters the barbarian’s will, keeping her weary consciousness from fraying any further. Though she is still far from any state to think straight.

Right now Krvavy wants nothing more than to break free... and to hilt her lengthy cock inside the nearest hole.

It felt great to be in Khalia’s throat, but it was over far too quickly. And even then it paled in comparison to the Orc’s eager pussy wrapped around her, to the sensation of battering against a willing womb. Oh, how she has missed that this past week...

Those base, carnal needs are just enough to keep her together. To keep her fighting and struggling.

Krvavy’s vision slowly returns to her, hazy as it may be, and the sight she sees resurrects her semi-spent cock. Her beautiful Orc is lying in a puddle of sticky seed, writhing in pleasure and completely cum-drunk. Khalia’s belly is visibly distended, not by a whole lot but it is noticeable as she lies back on the ground, and it sends the barbarian’s lust into overdrive. One day she will breed her Orc, and then she’ll get to see that belly swell with life.

Beryl suddenly re-enters the barbarian’s perception, carrying a freshly filled jug of water. The vine in Krvavy’s mouth immediately begins to leak out more sickening sweet sap, and she bides her time waiting for the water to wash it down, not even attempting to swallow the sticky syrup on its own.

With this brief respite comes a flash of lucidity, searing through the haze of lust and panic clouding her mind. Krvavy immediately does what she should have done after coating Beryl in her seed: tone down the amount that she cums. She has no idea what an ideal volume would be, but she definitely has a thing for large cumshots. Just not eight fucking liters per load. That is fun enough for a one-off thing, but cumming that much... it almost makes her feel like she is dying. Maybe she actually would have, if not for Beryl’s magical sap... Though she shouldn’t be grateful for that. She is only in this situation because of her Elf...

It’ll take a while, and a fair bit of experimentation, until Krvavy finds an amount that she is satisfied with. But... this clearly magical trait kind of pisses her off, giving her furious mind something less traumatic to focus on. She definitely didn’t have sixteen liters of cum just churning away in her balls. She probably doesn’t even have half that amount of blood in her entire body. So why is she feeling sore if her magic trait can bullshit that obscene amount out of nowhere!? Where does it draw the line!? And why is there even a line!?

The vine in her mouth abruptly cracks and breaks, snapping Krvavy out of her increasingly angry and surprisingly sober thoughts as Beryl holds the jug up to her lips, letting the barbarian drink the much needed water.

“Oh, my dearest love~! Ah am in awe~! Ah really am~! Truly~! Ta think tha’ ya would still be ready and eager after all o’ tha’~!” Beryl lovingly coos out that praise. “Ya really are blessed~! Now, ‘ow about we satisfy each others’ lusts~? Ya’d like tha’, woul–~?”

The Wood Elf’s words are cut off by the tearing pop of vines being torn apart and uprooted. Perhaps the many long minutes of struggling have finally paid off for Krvavy, or perhaps Beryl’s focus simply lapsed and her vines grew weaker as a result. Either way, the barbarian’s right arm breaks free from its leafy prison.

Krvavy swats at the mostly empty stone jug, sending it flying to the side where it crashes into the leafy ground, miraculously staying in one piece. Her hand immediately grabs onto the Elf’s throat.

“Never! Do! This! Again!” Cold rage, and the heady triumph of victory, clears Krvavy’s mind enough for her to hiss out that warning.

“Ghhk!” Beryl chokes and nods her head as best she can. The Elf at least has the decency to let an apologetic look fill her face. The extent and authenticity of her lover’s anger only seems to become apparent to her in this moment.

The barbarian’s eyes narrow into hateful slits, even as the static creeping in at the edges of her vision makes the sight before her little more than a blurry mess. She has gotten far too worked up to just leave it at this. The remaining vines begin to loosen, but Krvavy doesn’t have the patience to wait for them all to be removed, instead tearing through the rest of her weakened bonds.

Cathartic relief accompanies her newfound freedom.

With her hand still tightly wrapped around Beryl’s neck, Krvavy unsteadily rises to her feet. Her hazy gaze quickly locks onto the nearby patch of moss that Beryl is cultivating down here in her garden.

Krvavy drags her unresisting Elf over to the substitute bedding and roughly tosses the tanned tomboy onto it.

Beryl lands on her hands and knees, bouncing slightly off the springy moss. She barely has the chance to catch her breath before Krvavy is on her, pressing down on her back and squishing her face into the ground.

3.2 Damage dealt to [Beryl]

“Nnhhh~!” Beryl moans out in surprise as the barbarian’s strong hand violently swats at her perfect ass. “Yesh–GHHK!”

“This! Is! Not! A! Reward!” Krvavy furiously growls as she wraps an arm around Beryl’s neck, dragging the Elf into a choke hold. She is squeezing a bit too tightly for it to be pleasurable, but she still has enough presence of mind to not injure the Elf. At least not seriously. Nothing more than a few bruises.

Nimble hands grab at that arm, fingers glancing across black scales as they struggle to find purchase. The tomboy doesn’t attempt to free herself from that hold, she doesn’t even truly struggle, but some instincts are not easy to ignore. She can’t help but claw and paw at the one thing keeping her from breathing freely.

The barbarian’s desperate cock clumsily presses against her Elf’s perfect ass, the position making it a bit awkward to line herself up with this slut’s absolutely soaked slit. But it only takes her a couple of tries to find her mark and plunge straight in.

Beryl is incredibly aroused, her insides slick with her sweet juices. But no matter how wet she is, Krvavy’s cock is still too large for her. A constricting pressure surrounds the Drakling’s dick. This toned tomboy is so... so incredibly tight~...

“GHHH~! HHGKH~!” Strangled moans of pure pleasure squeeze their way past Krvavy’s rough, choking grip. Beryl’s body bucks back against the barbarian’s every thrust, helping that colossal cock delve deeper and deeper into her constantly convulsing and oh so constricting cunt. “HHHNNHK~!”

Krvavy’s vision blurs as streams of heat trail down her cheeks. Her skin and scales tingle where the vines had coiled around her. The pressure in her head finally has an outlet, hissing free like steam through an open valve, yet still the stress lingers.

Her teeth grit together she forces her hips forwards. A jolt of discomfort, not quite pain, shoots through her oversized shaft as the very tip of it bashes against a barrier that refuses to budge. No matter how many times she tries to beat it down.

“NNHHHH~!” The Elf quivers beneath Krvavy, ecstatic pleasure flowing through her trim and toned body as her Draconic lover repeatedly slams into the entrance of her womb. “NNNHHGHHHH~!” She tenses and trembles and convulses as she is so violently brought to climax, again and again, never being allowed to leave that high peak.

The Drakling’s inhuman tongue lolls out past her lips, long and twisting. The drumming beat of her heart is still deafeningly loud, but no longer does it sound like a herd of prey stampeding in a panic, instead carrying with it the energy of an army marching to war. She is free, she is in a tight hole, and she is in control.

If only Krvavy could get all of her shaft into this Elf’s fuckhole...

With a bit of anger and pent-up frustration, Krvavy begins to brutally pound down into Beryl, being a fair bit rougher than she would normally dare to be. But the Elf doesn’t seem to mind that. In fact, she seems more than happy to take Krvavy’s aggressive arousal, even with her moans being muffled as the barbarian chokes her.

While Krvavy normally loves it when her girls are enjoying themselves, that isn’t what she wants right now. At least not with her Elf. And it is actually kind of pissing her off. The lust-drunk barbarian is trying to punish Beryl right now, and it isn’t a punishment if the Elf enjoys it.

And so, she abruptly comes to a stop.

Beryl gasps for air as Krvavy frees her from that choking hold, dropping down onto the moss with a grunt. Her insides cling so tightly onto Krvavy’s cock that she is dragged backwards by the Drakling’s attempts at pulling back. “HHHHH~!” A strong hand slaps into her tight ass with enough strength for a damage notification to pop up, leaving an indistinct red mark on her caramel coloured skin. That firm touch lingers, getting a good grip on that perfectly toned yet still quite squishy butt, fingers digging into its yielding flesh.

The tanned tomboy trembles in euphoric bliss as, one by one, the ridges that line Krvavy’s cock pop past her swollen and needy lower lips. It is a struggle, but even the swollen crown escapes the constricting clutches of her clingy cunt. That well-used hole gapes slightly, trembling and twitching with aftershocks of ecstasy, clenching around a cock that is no longer there.

Frustration flows over the barbarian. She needs more. But Beryl... Beryl is enjoying this far too much. Heat continues to flow down the Drakling’s cheeks. Her lust-addled mind is kept from true despair by the sound of a pleasured gasp. One not from the... from the cruel slut laying before her.

A dopey smile fills Khalia’s face as she lazily lays back in a puddle of cum, looking immensely content despite all the unpleasant bondage she had to endure to get to this point. Her glazed eyes stare back at the barbarian, full of love and joy.

The ghost of a thought fills Krvavy’s strained mind. If she can’t punish Beryl, then she will reward Khalia. The poor Orc was just as much a victim of this Elf as Krvavy was, after all.

Khalia doesn’t resist as she is half dragged and half scooped up off the ground. The Orc is completely cum-drunk, but even in this fairly lazy state she is eager for anything Krvavy can do to her, wiggling excitedly in the barbarian’s arms.

“Wha–aH!?” The Elf doesn’t get a chance to speak as Krvavy’s knee forcibly bumps into her side, roughly rolling the Elf over onto her back.

The cum-covered Khalia is immediately dropped on top of Beryl’s midriff, knocking the breath out of that tomboy. Lewd, panting moans breeze past Khalia’s parted lips as her thighs clench around Beryl’s trim waist, her hips bucking forwards as she mindlessly grinds her needy pussy across the Elf’s toned tummy.

That little bit of sapphic loving doesn’t last for long though. Krvavy isn’t in the mood to simply watch.

Krvavy quickly grabs onto her Orc’s shoulders and pushes Khalia down, making the Greenskin woman’s cum-coated face hover above that of the Elf.

“AARWHOOOO~!” An excited howl echoes through the grotto as Krvavy’s cock plunges straight into her Orc’s eager pussy. The Drakling’s hips squish into Khalia’s green-skinned ass, hilting the entirety of her length inside of her needy puppy.

This is much more satisfying for Krvavy’s lust-addled mind. Her Orc isn’t quite as tight as her Elf, and her insides don’t massage Krvavy’s cock nearly as well either, but the fact that her whole cock can fit snugly inside of Khalia more than makes up for that.

“AAWWWHOOO–OOAAAOOOO~!” Khalia’s back arches, head tilting up as she vocalizes the pleasures that she is lucky enough to be lavished with. She clenches around the cock pistoning into her depths, juices gushing past that girthy shaft as she so quickly succumbs to the bliss assailing her very being.

Beryl’s arms wrap around the Orc’s torso, hugging the green-skinned woman tight and accepting that she is so thoroughly pinned down. Her weak, gasping moans are almost entirely drowned out by Khalia’s bawdy barking and the wet, slapping sounds of Krvavy having sex with a woman other than herself.

The Orc’s big tits rub and grind against the smaller pair of the lithe Elf lying beneath her, rocking back and forth with each vigorous thrust that pounds into her from behind. “OAAWWHAAHHHHGH~!” Again and again her Draconic mate’s weight slams down into her, swollen cockhead knocking at the entrance to her womb.

“Hhhhh~...!” The Wood Elf woman grunts and gasps as each deep thrust sees her purposefully ignored pussy get slapped by the barbarian’s hefty sack. That, and the Greenskin grinding against her, is the only pleasure that Beryl can get out of this.

And it is nowhere near enough for her to find relief.

Which is absolutely perfect.

For Krvavy, that is.

It is as good as torture for Beryl. Just like she deserves after what she pulled...

Each powerful thrust pushes Khalia down onto the Elf, constantly knocking the air out of Beryl’s lungs and keeping her from fully forming any words. Her begging complaints die on her lips, drowned out by gasped breaths and frustrated moans.

But those noises don’t last for very long, as the Elf’s panting mouth draws Khalia in.

With a ravenous hunger the Orc presses her plump lips against Beryl’s parted pair, forcing that tomboy into a sloppy kiss. One that is desperately returned in hopes that it will add to her pleasure.

Already getting close, the sight before her and the sounds assailing her ears pushes Krvavy over the edge once more. She slams her hips down against Khalia’s firm rear, squishing Orc against Elf as she begins to unload spurt after spurt of thick seed straight into the Greenskin woman’s womb.

A feeling of relief washes over Krvavy as her heavy balls clench against her body. The barbarian hunches over her two girls, teeth so close to the sloppy mess covering the back of Khalia’s neck, letting that satisfying bliss wrack her body as she unloads a huge amount of cum into her Orc. It might still be a bit much, but it is definitely better than the ridiculous volume that she was spraying out before.

Krvavy’s thrusts slow as she gradually comes down from that pleasurable high. This has been... an experience, to say the least, and the exhaustion is beginning to set in, leaving her whole body feeling heavy and her mind feeling... so very tired. A part of her still wants more, it always wants more, but... She shudders, almost feeling the restraints still clinging to her body... This –

“Wuuhf~!” Khalia desperately wiggles her hips and presses her ass back. Her folds burn with need as they squeeze around Krvavy’s softening cock, milking out every last drop of cum and doing their best to coax it back to full hardness.

The barbarian closes her wet eyes and slowly breathes, in and out, in and out... Her lungs sting slightly, fatigued after having worked so hard and feeling almost unused to taking such deep breaths. But... One... one more round won’t hurt... Especially if it makes Khalia happy...

“ARRWHOOO~!” The Orc howls in joy as Krvavy begins moving once more.