Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Paizuri / Titjob / Titfucking, Large Breasts, Sensitive Breasts, Shortstack, Size Difference, Tailfucking, (Excessive) Cumshot.

And, most lewd of all... Handholding.

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“And here I thought you were ignoring me.” The faintest bit of mirth underlines Inanna’s normally neutral tone as she makes that potentially playful comment. It is a bit hard to tell with her.

“Oh?” Krvavy cocks her head as she approaches the Dwarf. “What made you think that?”

“The fact that we have hardly spoken since I fully gave myself to you, and the fact that you spent all of yesterday away from home.” The grey-skinned woman replies, placing a brick aside and turning to look up at the Drakling. A slight shimmer of uncertainty fills her face. “I didn’t scare you away, did I?”

“No, but it... Well... It was kind of weird.” Krvavy admits with a shrug, stopping just a few steps away as she finds herself absolutely towering over Inanna. Even more than usual. The shortstack is kneeling on the ground, no doubt to save her back from the pain of constantly having to bend over.

Would it be rude to crouch down next to the Dwarf...? To get just a bit closer to being at eye-level with her...?

“I am sorry for that.” Inanna states, idly reaching a hand up to brush a thick lock of coal-black hair away from her face. In doing so, she bumps her elbow into a titanic tit and causes it to jiggle quite a bit. Even out here in what is pretty much a construction site, the Dwarf is still completely naked. Not that Krvavy is one to talk about casual nudity. “I... may have been hasty with my vow, but I do not regret making it. You are far from the worst person I could have given myself to, and you will surely make my devotion worth it. I will serve you with pleasure, my Ushumgal.”

The barbarian awkwardly scratches the back of her head, still not quite sure how to feel about... that. No matter what the future brings, Krvavy doesn’t think she’ll ever be someone who deserves such blind faith and devotion. “That thing you keep calling me... What does it mean?”

“Ushumgal?” The Dwarf stares up at Krvavy, an inquisitive gleam in her intense copper-orange eyes. “Curious that your trait did not translate it...” She subtly shrugs, putting that thought aside. “It is an old title, one seldom used. It means ‘Lord of All’, but a more literal translation would be... ‘Great Dragon’. I thought it fitting to call you that.”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow ever so slightly. “I’m hardly a lord of anything.”

“But you are a Great Dragon.”

“Debatable.” The Drakling dismissively waves her hand. “But I’m glad you’re still acting like yourself. I was kind of worried about the whole ‘serving me with utmost reverence’ thing.”

Inanna’s thick eyebrows furrow and her lips twist into a faint frown. “I suppose that I am already failing my vow, aren’t I? I should–”

“No, no!” Krvavy hastily cuts the busty, grey-skinned woman off. “I don’t mind at all! Really, I’d find it weird and uncomfortable if you pretty much worshipped the ground I walk on. I don’t want or need that. So, please, just... keep being yourself.”

“A vow is a vow,” the Dwarf softly sighs, “but if that is what you wish... Then I will do so, Krvavy.”

The barbarian breathes out, relief washing over her. She is still feeling pretty awkward, but this brief conversation has helped a bit. It is just weird that Inanna was willing to be as reverent and subservient as Beryl, all without that horrible magic slave collar destroying her mind... Why...? There isn’t anything all that special about Krvavy. Barring the whole ‘Champion of a God’ thing, at least...

“Why did you come over here?” Inanna interrupts those idle thoughts with a simple question. “Just to talk?”

“Oh, uh, no.” Krvavy shakes her head a bit more aggressively than was necessary. “I wanted to see if you needed any help building your workshop.”

The short and incredibly stacked woman glances to the side, looking out across the cave towards the light of their home. “Not going to build what Thea wants first?”

“I’m out of mana.” The barbarian plainly explains. “For a girl who wants me to finish our home as quick as possible, she complains a lot about helping me get enough mana to do so.”

“Mmm.” Inanna thoughtfully hums out, turning back towards Krvavy. “If I had to make a guess, I would say that she likely does not enjoy the thought of you having sex with her just for the mana. I’d assume that it makes her feel used, as if she were just a tool or a means to an end rather than a lover of yours. Of course, I know well enough that the girl would never admit such a thing. She can be as stubborn as my people are, at times.”

Krvavy frowns at that. “I don’t think that’s the problem. She knows that I just use her magic as an excuse to fuck her even more frequently. She complains about that all the time.”

The Dwarf simply shrugs her shoulders. “You would know better than I. People are complicated. Far too complicated for me to fully understand. Now,” Inanna rises to her feet, brushing some dust from her legs, “you wanted to help?”

“Yes.” The barbarian nods her head rather enthusiastically. “As long as it isn’t anything magical. I can bring some more bricks over for you, help stack them up, whatever you need really.”

“Mmm. ‘Whatever I need’...? Is that so?” Another quick nod serves as an answer to that. “Then sit here.” Inanna points to the tightly stacked pile of bricks that will eventually become the thick outer wall of her workshop.

“Um, alright...?” Quite confused, Krvavy nonetheless does as her Dwarf says, carefully lowering herself down onto the bricks. Despite the Dwarf not using any kind of mortar, at least as far as Krvavy is aware, what she has built so far is incredibly stable. Is that what she wanted to test...?

“I am in no hurry to complete my workshop.” Inanna states, still having to look up a bit even with the barbarian sitting down while she remains standing. “So I do not require your labour. What I would like is some relief.”

The barbarian’s brow shoots up in surprise. She twitches slightly as the Dwarf’s small hand grabs onto her soft shaft, giving it a light squeeze.

“What an imposing weapon you have here.” Inanna idly mutters, dropping her intense copper-orange gaze down to that eager dick. “Its size and shape... By the ancestors, it would absolutely destroy me. Is it crazy that I... want that? Mmm. Yes, it is. I would prefer not to die, especially not in such a painful way. Internal injuries should not be taken lightly.”

“Well...” Krvavy takes a deep breath as she watches the Dwarf’s hand steadily move up and down her swiftly swelling shaft, stout fingers trailing along its inhuman ridges. She bites her bottom lip. “There is still a lot we can do without it going inside of you~.”

“I am aware.” Inanna’s voice is as bland and neutral as it always is, even as a faint flush makes its way onto her cheeks. There is just something about that almost emotionless tone coupled with a diligent and admittedly analytical handjob that is causing Krvavy’s lust to flare up...

The barbarian can’t stop herself from reaching out towards her Dwarf, but before she can grope those wonderfully massive tits like she would so desperately love to, Inanna grabs onto her hand. The Dwarf’s much smaller fingers move between the Drakling’s larger ones, locking their hands together in a firm grip.

Krvavy’s heart skips a beat at the surprisingly romantic move, her arousal building even more as Inanna leans forwards.

The Dwarf’s huge grey-skinned tits press against the barbarian’s body, squishing around her shaft as the plump nipples that cap those mountains rub over her abs. Inanna reaches her head up, almost losing her balance as she presses her dark lips against Krvavy’s mouth.

Warmth and love flows through the barbarian’s very being. Her emerald eyes droop down and fall shut. She gives the hand held in her own a gentle squeeze, raising her other one up to glide its black-scaled fingers through a dense mane of even darker hair.

But that kiss was never meant to be anything more than brief, lasting only a few seconds at most. Inanna pulls back just as the Drakling’s long tongue presses past her lips. Frustration wells up within Krvavy.

Only to be immediately dispersed as the Dwarf’s other hand drops down her length, grasping onto the base of her dick. That shaft, already surrounded by a vast valley of cleavage, is held tall and steady as Inanna’s whole body slides downwards. Those gigantic grey-skinned globes press into the Drakling’s lap, properly and purposefully surrounding her dick with a wonderful warmth.

“Mmnh~... Such strange genitalia you have.” Inanna moans out, her hot breath blowing across the semi-flared head of the Drakling dick as it rises out from between her breasts. “It looks so intimidating, so brutal, with those ridges covering it... But it... Mh~...! It feels so good as it rubs against my skin... How much better would it be... inside...?”

Krvavy lustfully leers down at her Dwarf, breathing deeply as gentle tingles of pleasure rolls through her body. Two massive expanses of titflesh surround her cock, barely moving at all as Inanna simply breathes in and out. Yet still that plush heaven feels so... so good~... “Fuuck... Your tits are just perfect...”

Inanna’s lips curl into a faint smile. The hand not held by Krvavy slips out from beneath her bountiful breasts, reaching up towards the one still resting atop her head, continuing to affectionately stroke her hair. She gently grabs its wrist, her touch trailing over black scales and pale skin. Soon she locks fingers with that hand as well. “I am glad you think that, my Ushumgal.” Inanna earnestly states, pressing her elbows into either side of those titanic tits of hers, squishing them so snugly together.

The sound of Krvavy’s heartbeat is almost deafening as it hammers away in her ears. She catches the tip of her tongue between her carnivorous teeth, air hissing out in a heated huff.

“They have... mmh~... always been on the larger side. Even by Dwarven standards.” The busty shortstack continues to speak, breathing a bit heavier as she begins to heave her heavy tits up and down the Drakling’s length. “Mmmnh~! If all Dragons love breasts as much as you do... Mnh~! Then... it is no wonder my people loath those of your blood so much. You would ravage an entire Dwarven hold~... Claiming each and every woman for yourself~...! What a – Mmmh~! – sight that would be~!”

Copper-orange eyes stare up at the barbarian, shining with an unrestrained and greedy hunger. Inanna’s expression remains mostly neutral, albeit tinged with lust and a heavy blush, but her voice... her voice drips with arousal~.

Loud slapping sounds echo through the air as this Dwarf’s huge boobs bounce and squish around her lover’s Draconic dick.

“Oh~?” Krvavy finds her voice, a wide and teasing grin filling her face. “Did you ever fantasize about being taken by a big and strong dragon~?” She asks, squeezing both of her Dwarf’s hands in her own.

“Not before – Mmmh~! – meeting you.” Between her increasingly ragged breathing and those constant hummed moans, it is a surprise that Inanna can still speak as she brings herself ever closer to orgasm from simply servicing the shaft squished between her surprisingly sensitive breasts. “But now... Mmnh~! I can’t imagine anything else~...! Your penis just~... Mnnh~! It just feels so good~! There is no way I’ll settle for anything less than it~! Even if I – mnhh~...! If I would prefer it not be so large~...!”

Pleasure rolls through the barbarian as both her cock and her ego are stroked. Without much thought, she finds herself getting just a bit more daring with this dirty talk. “Are Dwarven dicks not enough for you anymore~? Are you just a slut for Dragons now~? For me~?”

“Mmmh~...! Quite... quite likely~!” The busty grey-skinned woman gasps and moans, her body shuddering more intensely by the moment. “I haven’t even taken your – Mmh~ – length and you have already ruined me for all other races~! I’ve... MMmnh~...! I’ve seen enough anatomy books to know that much~!”

“Oh~? You studied that sort of thing~?” Krvavy can’t help but tease, heady bliss swirling through her hazy mind. The smaller hands held so firmly in her own tremble, their stout fingers giving her a loving squeeze and causing her fluttering heart to skip a beat.

“Hah~!” Inanna lewdly laughs out, copper-orange eyes gleaming with amusement as she meets her Draconic lover’s lustful gaze. “Could you imagine~? Me, sitting in an empty corner of the library...! Mnnh~! With – Mmh~ – an anatomy book open in front of me~...! Masturbating to the images and diagrams~...! Mmmmnnh~! I’d never have the courage to do – Mmh~! – anything like that~! Nor was I perverted enough to even consider such a thing back then~!”

“But now you are, apparently~! Oh, what a bad and corrupting influence I am~!” The barbarian laughs back. “What kinds of images would those books even have~?”

“Those relating to the body.” The Dwarf replies in a surprisingly serious tone, abruptly stopping the bouncing motions of her bountiful breasts.

Krvavy’s heart freezes as she, for a brief moment, worries that she said something wrong. But the slight twitch of Inanna’s lips, the corners of which are slowly twisting upwards, makes it obvious that the Dwarf is just messing with her.

“They were rather detailed~.” Inanna almost idly explains, pulling the Drakling’s hands down and keeping their fingers locked as she better grabs at her titanic tits, squishing her arms from elbow to wrist into those massive expanses of yielding flesh. “Mmnh~...! Accurate depictions of – Mnhh~ – of each race~. I remember seeing quite a bit, but~... MMNH~! But none of it was particularly arousing~. The pages included cross sections of the internals, right beside the external view.”

It suddenly occurs to Krvavy just how absurd this situation has become. She is sitting on a short brick wall being pleasured by a woman with the biggest tits she has ever seen, all while they talk about some textbooks. A smile plays at her own lips as she softly shakes her head.

“Mnnh~! I... I had learned quite a bit from... Mmh~... from those books~. Even without lingering on them~...” Inanna’s gaze drops down towards her heaving chest, half-lidded eyes locking onto the swollen cockhead poking out from between her big bouncing breasts. “The genitalia of male Dwarves is rather short, but quite thick~...! Elves are much longer, but considerably more narrow~! Mmmnh~! Humans are in between, Orcs are bigger and more brutish than them~! The various Beastfolk have some more beastly aspects, though not as much as you may expect~!”

Slick and slimy pre absolutely coats this shortstack’s massive melons, leaving the vast expanse of her grey-skinned cleavage shining like polished stone or steel. Though of course she is far softer and much more welcoming than either such material~.

“But,” the Dwarf continues with another pleasured gasp, “they all... Mmh~...! They all look so similar~! Not like the genitals of monsters or – mmnh~...! Or those with Dragon blood~! Yours is so wild~! So different~! The ridges are just~...! MMNHHH~! I am unsure if I will – mnnh~ – ever get used to your unique shape... I am not... Mnnh~...! Not sure if I want to get used to it~...”

The Drakling’s tongue lolls out past her lips, drool dripping down its inhuman and almost tentacle-like length, adding to the sheen that coats Inanna’s tits. The pleasures assailing her mind... lets up a little. Frustratingly, it would seem that this workout is wearing down her Dwarf. It is starting to become a struggle for the shortstack to heft up her heavy bust, to more or less bounce her body with each wonderfully snug stroke.

Krvavy won’t be able to cum if this keeps up.

But... even more important than that is... is the fact that Krvavy is supposed to be helping her Dwarf right now. She is supposed to be giving Inanna relief. And yes, that incredibly stacked woman is getting off on this, so it isn’t like she is being selfish by being serviced like this, but... That isn’t enough. Krvavy’s pride demands she do more.

The very tip of the Drakling’s fingers glance across the backs of Inanna’s hands, claw-like nails delicately trailing over grey skin. She briefly contemplates taking over, using these massive tits herself, but a better idea comes to mind. “Get on the ground.” She growls out that order with much more aggression than intended.

Inanna’s thick eyebrows raise up in surprise as she unconsciously bites her bottom lip. A faint bit of uncertainty is visible in her copper-orange eyes, but she pushes past that and pulls herself back. With great reluctantly, her fingers separate from Krvavy’s own.

On shaky legs, thick thighs glistening with arousal, the Dwarf moves away from the partially constructed wall, sitting down on the smoothed stone floor some distance away from any pile of bricks, no matter how unlikely they are to collapse. Even now, she still thinks of workplace safety, not that they’re exactly following whatever guidelines may exist~.

Krvavy rises up, standing tall as she confidently steps towards Inanna. Her cock is slick with pre as it juts out into the cool cave air, twitching with need and dripping a single drop down onto the ground below. “Lie down.”

“I... I won’t be able to handle your size.” The Dwarf wistfully sighs out as she does what the Drakling ordered. Inanna’s coal-black hair splays all around her, making her stone-grey skin stand out amongst that dark backdrop. Her massive breasts press down on her chest, spreading to the sides and pointing off in near opposite directions, creating a wide valley of her cleavage that shines slightly in the dim light.

“I know.” Krvavy replies with a slight bit of bitterness, though that unpleasant emotion quickly fades away as she takes in this lewd sight in front of her. “But that... That doesn’t matter right now.”

Inanna audibly gulps as the barbarian kneels down in front of her, but the Dwarf doesn’t even slightly resist as those large scaled hands grab at her legs.

Krvavy takes a moment to just knead this short woman’s wonderfully thick thighs. She can’t help but marvel at just how soft yet firm this Dwarf’s body is. Inanna has a layer of plush fat coating dense muscles, resulting in just the right amount of squish without becoming flabby. It is remarkable. Perfect~. But the barbarian’s unsated lust forces her to move on.

The Dwarf’s inner thighs are absolutely drenched with her arousal, and even now more of her juices drip down from her neglected slit.

Krvavy almost wants to bend down and eat Inanna out, but she resists the urge. She has something even better in mind~.

“Oh~!” The grey-skinned woman gasps in surprised realization as her legs get lifted straight up into the air, held together with just a small gap between them.

Moving her hips forwards, Krvavy’s throbbing cock presses between the Dwarf’s thick thighs. It isn’t as good as being inside one of her girls, and it definitely pales in comparison to the feeling of Inanna’s tits wrapped around her rod, but it isn’t bad by any means. Of course, the fact that this is likely the closest that Krvavy will get to actually fucking her Dwarf helps as well.

Inanna’s thick legs hardly reach up above the barbarian’s breasts, highlighting the sheer size difference between the two. Normally, that would just make Krvavy even more horny, but in this position it... it just makes it a bit more awkward.

Krvavy has to lean over quite a bit for her cock to rub against Inanna’s slit, bending the Dwarf’s knees almost up against her huge tits. It feels great to have the Dwarf’s warm wetness and stiff nub of a clit rubbing against the underside of her shaft, but Inanna is not the most flexible. There is visible discomfort on the grey-skinned woman’s face from just having her legs bent like this.

An unhappy growl emerges from the depths of Krvavy’s chest. She should have just dragged Inanna up into her lap. That would also have let her rub the ridged top of her shaft against the Dwarf, which surely would have felt better for Inanna...

Impatient need gnaws at the edges of her mind, demanding pleasure and bliss. Her colossal cock throbs, oozing pre onto Inanna’s plush belly.

Sighing softly, the barbarian reluctantly pulls herself back. “I’m not done with you yet.” Krvavy grunts, letting Inanna’s legs fall back down to the ground before moving forwards and straddling the grey-skinned woman.

The Dwarf exhales as part of Krvavy’s weight settles onto her soft stomach. It isn’t the most comfortable for her, but Inanna is a tough and durable woman. She can handle this.

Krvavy’s clawed fingers dig into the massive tits sitting in front of her, squeezing and kneading them in her hands.

“MMNGH~!” An abrupt spike of pleasure causes Inanna’s hips to buck up into the air, juices gushing out of her slit as her head jerks back into the densely cushioned mat of her hair. “OH~! [B-by the~...!] MMNH~! [BY THE AAHN-NCEST-OHH-ORS~!]”

The Dwarf’s sudden ecstatic scream surprises Krvavy, as that was a lot more than she thought a bit of groping would draw out... Her confusion only increases as Inanna continues to moan and cry out in pleasure, even though Krvavy isn’t massaging the beautiful and bountiful breasts held in her hands. Not that much, at least.

A faint feeling tugs at the back of Krvavy’s mind, reminding her of the pleasant sensation of a warm and wet pussy squeezing down on her cock. But the barbarian doesn’t get the chance to think about that, as she hears a wet schlicking sound from behind her, prompting her to look back over her shoulder.

The sight waiting for Krvavy immediately makes her feel like an idiot.

Her meaty tail has curled around the Dwarf’s thick thigh, twisting into the perfect position for its tip to press into Inanna’s slit. The inhuman appendage steadily and methodically pistons in and out of the Dwarf, not even slightly slowing down as Krvavy realizes what she has been doing.

It’s been quite some time since the Drakling’s tail has moved on its own, following her subconscious desires. Even after the weeks upon weeks of having this tail, Krvavy still finds it difficult to deliberately control the thing. Granted, the fact that she constantly forgets that she even has a tail probably doesn’t help... It’s presence is just so natural that it always seems to pass her mind...

A jolt of pleasure shoots up her tail as it thrusts into the Dwarf, causing a titillating tingle to spread throughout her body. It is a bit of an odd feeling, fucking someone with that thing... The meaty appendage is surprisingly sensitive for what it is, but Krvavy doesn’t think that she’d be able to get off just from using it.

Her cock desperately throbs, bobbing above the bust it wishes to be between. Her slick shaft feels so neglected as it hovers so close to the Dwarf’s massive breasts, unable to enter their warm embrace.

Krvavy bites her bottom lip as she turns her attention back around, staring at Inanna’s flushed and lust-filled face. The Dwarf is constantly moaning, mumbling words and phrases that are mostly incoherent. She is very nearly out of it, and the barbarian is doing nothing to her very sensitive tits. Time to change that.

“GHHNNNM~!” Inanna’s copper-orange eyes roll back in her head and her hips buck upwards, sending her juices gushing past the barbarian’s tail and splattering onto the bare stone floor.

The Drakling’s strong scaled fingers dig into the vast expanses of grey-skinned titflesh, kneading and groping to her hearts content. Were she not so horny, then Krvavy would be satisfied with just molesting these amazingly massive melons, but she wants to get off far too much right now.

“Hahhhh~...” Krvavy sighs in relief as her needy shaft is once again surrounded by squishy softness. Holding the huge breasts in place as best she can, the barbarian begins to move her hips, going straight to fucking these gigantic tits. She has had enough of foreplay for now.

“AHHNNN~! AH-HNNGH~! MNNHH~!” Euphoric cries repeatedly escape past the Dwarf’s dark-grey lips, interspersed with hummed moans as her whole body shudders and shakes beneath the barbarian, wracked by ecstatic bliss. Krvavy would normally be worried if this is too much for the Dwarf, but... Inanna is a tough and durable woman. She can handle this~.

Once more, Krvavy’s long tongue lolls out of her mouth as she lets the pleasure overwhelm her. Each thrust of her tail and her hips send jolts of utter ecstasy through her lust-addled mind, urging her on more and more. The ridges of her shaft rub against Inanna’s smooth and thoroughly slickened skin with every thrust, the massive tits wildly jiggling as they get groped and fucked.

Her crotch repeatedly slaps into those wonderful expanses of grey-skinned flesh, punctuating the constant wet squelching sounds with an extra layer of lewdness.

Assailed with such sweet sensations, it is only a matter of time until she is pushed to the edge. Her tail twitches as her hefty sack clenches up against her body, but the barbarian continues to pound away at these perfect tits, even as her shaft shudders and begins to spurt out her seed.

The first few creamy ropes fail to escape Inanna’s bountiful breasts, coating the Dwarf’s expansive cleavage in thick white cum that beautifully contrasts against her dark stone coloured skin. But as the barbarian continues her feverish thrusting, the successive spurts send her seed arcing wildly through the air.

Equally overwhelmed by pleasure, Inanna continues to convulse and buck beneath the barbarian, her mouth open in a constant moan. And, with the seed almost raining down on her, it is inevitable that some ropes make it past her lips. With a lustful abandon, the Dwarf greedily gulps down all that she can.

“Hhhhnnh~...” Krvavy’s unsteady thrusting gradually slows to a stop as she comes down from her ecstatic high, her Draconic clawed toes curled up as white static plays at the edges of her vision. Even after the countless times she has cum, it is still as intense of an experience as always.

She hopes that will never change~.

Breathing out, the barbarian looks down at her Dwarf, at the mess that she has made of Inanna. The grey-skinned woman is absolutely covered in cum, ropes of the sticky seed spread across her face, over her chin and neck, and even in her hair.

Krvavy should bring her over to the hot springs and clean her up. She should do that. But the sight of the cum stained woman beneath her is just too much. Krvavy needs more. Besides, Inanna wouldn’t mind it if she went another round. Or two.

Licking her lips, the Drakling resumes thrusting into these pillowy tits, her tail pistoning into the Dwarf’s tight slit all the while.