Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

Krvavy’s chest heaves as she climbs the winding path up from the dark and dim grotto. The countless steps she has taken all blend together in her mushy, dazed mind. “Hhhhnh...” Her emerald eyes lock onto the steamy hot ponds further ahead, lingering on those wonderfully warm pools even as she slowly passes them by.

The barbarian pushed herself to make it home as quick as she could. And it was kind of worth it. She has saved two full days. Tonight will be the fifth night since she left Raseyne. While that isn’t much, it is better than the week it took her to get to the city in the first place. And all it took was never moving at a pace slower than a jog and hardly sleeping at all.

She is absolutely exhausted.

“Oh! My dearest love!” Beryl perks up as soon as Krvavy stumbles into sight. A wide and joyous smile swiftly fills her face as she wastes absolutely no time in hopping to her feet and rushing to embrace the barbarian. “Ya are back sooner than Ah thought~! Did they turn ya away at the gates like ya feared~?”

“No...” Krvavy sucks in a sharp breath of air as she rather mindlessly answers the Elf’s teasing question. “Just... hurried back...”

“Aww~!” Bright blue-green eyes, twinkling with a mischievous warmth, gaze up into an emerald pair that are almost struggling to stay open. “Did ya miss us tha’ much, my dearest love~?” She guides the exhausted barbarian forwards, her nimble hands gliding across tense muscles hidden beneath pale skin and black scales alike. “Or did ya just want ta show off wha’ever goodies ya’ve got~?”

“Bit of both. Hahh...” The Drakling all but drops down to the ground, a tinge of discomfort arcing through her beaten body as the weight of that heavy backpack presses into the base of her tail. More than it already was.

“Ugh... Let us see what you brought back...” Thea grumbles and groans, stepping away from their big moss-covered bed with a blanket hastily wrapped around her body. “Just be quick about it. I am tired and want to go to sleep already...”

“Mmm.” Inanna simply hums in agreement. Warm firelight dances across her stone-grey skin as she sits off to the side, combing through her thick mass of coal-black hair. “I would also like to get some sleep tonight, so keep your howls to a minimum, Khalia.”

The Were-Beast freezes just before her paw-like hands can come into contact with Krvavy. “Wuuu-uf...” She whines, shooting the preemptively scolding shortstack a dirty look before grabbing at her Mate’s pelt loincloth, roughly pulling it down and tossing that skimpy bit of clothing to the side.

“Okay... I’ll try to be quick.” The backpack slips off this barbarian’s shoulders, thumping into the ground beside her. “First...” Krvavy reaches into that bag, pulling out her tight leather pants followed by her skimpy green top “I got a new outfit.”

Thea’s kissable lips twist into a rather scandalized frown as she quite clearly takes note of how little those clothes would cover. “Did you actually wear that around other people...?” She hesitantly asks, sighing as she sees the answer in Krvavy’s eyes. “Seriously...? Ugh... Of all the clothes you could have got...”

“Now, don’t look at me like that~. It’s more than I usually wear~.” A bit of energy returns to Krvavy as she watches her beautiful brat’s blue eyes roll in exasperated annoyance. “And... and I have a story, of sorts, to tell about why I even have these things. But that can wait a bi-iht!”

“Whmmphm~!” Khalia’s nose squishes into her Mate’s groin, the Drakling’s dick twitching within the tight tunnel that is her throat, her moans encouraging it to gradually grow hard. “Mhhghmhhhmh~!” Her shaggy tail swishes back and forth through the air, her hips wiggling along with its eager wagging.

“Hahhh~...” A relieved sighs escapes past Krvavy’s parted lips as she gently pats the Were-Beast’s head. She doesn’t really have the energy to stop Khalia from sucking her off. Not that she would.

But, either way, at least the Orc is being gentle and relaxed, seemingly content to keep her head mostly still as she simply suckles on that steadily swelling shaft. Each soft, rumbling moan she makes sends pleasure tremors throughout the barbarian’s body.

With a slight shake of her head, Krvavy reaches towards the backpack and resumes pulling things out of it. “Here are the spices,” she places a few small sacks and bags together off to the side, followed closely by a stack of envelope-like pouches that have been bound together with some neatly tied twine. “And–”

“Are these all seeds!?” Those packets are swiftly snatched from Krvavy’s hands, the strings torn away. “Wha...?! These...!” Beryl’s words quickly devolve into near-silent mumbling as her blue-green gaze rakes across the various labels printed onto the pouches, letting a few fall to the ground in her haste to read them all. “Berries...! So many types o’ berries...! And... and even fruit trees!?” This tanned tomboy’s attention snaps back towards the barbarian. “Where did ya...?!” Her almost demanding words trail off into nothingness, her expression shifting into one of complete and utter disbelief.

A rather smug smile fills Krvavy’s face as she places a second stack down beside her Elf, before reaching into the backpack and pulling out a third.

Beryl’s nimble hands shake as she immediately begins to unravel the strings of twine holding those seed packets together. Her mouth opens and closes with hardly a sound getting past her lips. She is completely speechless, reduced to a mumbling mess as she flicks through the various pouches, reading each and every label.

The barbarian’s smile weakens a bit as she takes in the sight of her sweet berry’s frantic state. But just as she begins to worry, Beryl’s blue-green eyes abruptly snap towards her once more.

“How?!” That one word is all the Wood Elf can say, her tone desperate and quivering, almost as if on the edge of despair.

“Is... it too much...?” Krvavy idly wonders, concern in her voice. She has never seen Beryl so... so rattled... before.

Beryl’s lips curl into an almost manic grin as she spreads her arms wide and lunges at Krvavy, pulling her Draconic lover into a very tight hug. “M-my dearest love~!” Tears of joy trail down her cheeks, her face quickly getting buried between the barbarian’s bare breasts. “This is...! It is...! Ah love ya~!”

“Haha~!” Krvavy can’t help but laugh, her worry being washed away in an instant. “I love you too, Beryl~.” She gently replies, planting a kiss atop her tomboy’s head, nuzzling into that brunette’s mildly messy hair.

The Wood Elf’s body quivers as she pulls back a bit, wiping the wetness away from her eyes as she lovingly meets Krvavy’s gaze. “B-but... how?!”

“Let’s just say I met someone who has lots of gardens and fancy greenhouses, okay~?”

Beryl’s mouth opens and closes as she glances between the barbarian and the packs of seeds, unable to say a single thing. A conflicting look fills her face as she bites down onto her bottom lip. Reluctantly, she pulls away from Krvavy and returns to the scattered seed pouches, picking them up with shaky hands. It is almost as if she can’t quite believe that these packets are all real.

The barbarian simply watches her sweet berry, a smile on her face. Next time Krvavy sees the Countess... she really has to thank Rina for all these seeds.

“Ahem.” Thea impatiently clears her throat, that wonderfully bratty sound drawing the Drakling back to the present. Back to the task at hand.

“I... I also got this.” A gentle rattling sound fills the air as Krvavy carefully lifts the heavy clay jar free from her backpack, placing it on the ground with a soft thunk. “It is full of yeast, apparently. I didn’t really check because the cap is sealed on tight and I didn’t want to spill any of it on the way back... But it sounds like it is full of tiny beads, which I... hope is right. Is it, Adeline?”

“Eeep!” The bunny-mouse girl squeaks in surprise as the Drakling addresses her from across the room. Her big hazel eyes quickly blink away her tiredness as she nervously clutches at her large floppy ears, looking almost like she is trying to resist the urge to cover up her face.

“She still as adorably shy as before~?” Krvavy playfully asks her brat, taking note of the deep red blush spreading across Adeline’s face.

“Ugh, yes!” Thea rolls her eyes derisively, before suddenly freezing as she realizes what she just agreed to. “I-I do not think that she is adorable!” The bratty girl quickly clarifies, her own cheeks growing rather flushed as she glares at the Drakling. “She would not be so annoyingly timid if you were not such a degenerate!”

That statement causes Krvavy to quirk her brow, feeling a little confused as to what Thea is talking about.

“Ugh! Seriously!?” The silver-blonde brat huffs in frustrated annoyance. “I am talking about that!” Thea accusatorily points at Khalia’s head... which is slowly bobbing up and down at an uncharacteristically gentle and relaxed pace, plump lips stretched around a certain colossal cock.

“Right...” Krvavy stifles a yawn, feeling too tired to really care if her casually lewd actions are making the timid Halfling uncomfortable. “Sorry, Adeline. I won’t make you hang around if you don’t want to so, uh, here.” She pulls a single package from the backpack and holds it out towards the girl.

Adeline shakily steps forwards just enough to grab the package, though she freezes as soon as it is in her hands. Some of her timid fear disappears, being replaced by baffled confusion as she clearly has no idea what to do now.

Thea narrows her eyes at the Halfling. “You better not have just bought gifts for the ra– rabbit. For the rabbit.” The bratty girl glances sideways at Krvavy, trying to act like she wasn’t just about to call Adeline a rat again.

“Don’t worry, you spoiled little princess,” those playfully wry words cause the brat’s glance to turn into a glare, “I got something for everyone. But I’ll give them out one at a time. So go on, Adeline, open up your gift~.”

That tiny blonde shrinks slightly under everyone’s attention, her hands nervously following Krvavy’s order, pulling at the canvas packaging and shakily unwrapping it. Her big hazel eyes blankly blink a few times as she stares down at the bright yellow fabric in her hands.

“I know you already have a bunch of clothes, but I wasn’t quite sure what else to get you. It just didn’t feel fair getting something for everyone except you.” Krvavy shrugs slightly as she watches the Halfling hold a yellow sundress up in front of her. “I got you two of those, but they’re identical so just treat one as a spare. I hope you like them.”

Adeline’s face flushes an even brighter shade of red as her eyes nervously dart between the sleeveless sundress in her hands, the one still in the opened package in front of her, and the barbarian. “Th-th-tha-thank y-y-you...!” The tiny blonde shakily stutters out.

“Did you get us all new clothes?” Thea almost demands to know, unintentionally providing cover for the Halfling to gather her gift and scurry off as she leans into Krvavy’s sight.

“Maybe~. You will just have to wait and see~.”

The bratty noble scowls at that teasing comment, opening her mouth to say something but quickly shutting it instead. Thea may be impatient, but she isn’t an idiot. She knows that Krvavy likes teasing her, and demanding to get her gifts next will just give the barbarian more reason to make her wait until last.

“Good girl~.” Krvavy playfully pats her silver-blonde brat on the head, openly indulging in the pouty glare directed at her. “And speaking of good girls, Khalia is next...! Which... Hmm...”

“Rrmghh!” A weak, rumbling growl is drawn out as the Drakling’s fingers glide through this Were-Beast’s black-brown hair, using that firm handhold to drag her off the dick she loves so much. “Maa-ate!” Khalia whines in protest, staring up at her Mate with big and begging amber-gold eyes.

“You can get back to that in just a moment. I got you some gifts –”

“No want clothes!” The Were-Beast vehemently barks, her face twisting into an unpleasant scowl at the mere thought of having to wear anything.

“I know, which is why I got you this.” Krvavy gently smiles at her impatient puppy, tilting her head towards the backpack as she pulls a sturdy leather collar free from one of its pouches. But rather than give that gift straight to the Orc, she instead hands it over to Thea. “My beautiful princess, would you mind reading what’s on this metal tag~?”

“Ugh, fine...” The silver-blonde brat rolls her eyes before leaning forwards and grabbing the tag between her fingers, squinting at the plain script engraved into it. “The front says ‘Khalia’.” She states in a bored tone. “And the back says ‘Property & Mate of Krvavy’. Did I really need to read that out...?”

“MAAATE~!” Khalia howls in pure and utter joy as she throws herself at the barbarian, planting wet kisses all across Krvavy’s face. Her whole body quivers with excitement, her shaggy tail flicking back and forth in frantic delight.

“Ha~! Thought you’d like it~!” Krvavy laughs, happily ruffling her Orc’s black-brown hair. “Do you want me to put it on you~?”

“Yes! Yes Mate! Yes! Yes yes!” The Were-Beast woman enthusiastically barks her response, unable to keep still even she pulls back from her Mate, lifting her chin up and baring her throat.

A slight feeling of unease flows over Krvavy as she wraps the belt-like collar around Khalia’s neck. She was worried that it would remind her of the damned magical slave collar, and it kind of does... But not as much as she expected it to. That thing is solid metal and gives off an evil aura, but this new collar is made of leather and even has padding to make it more comfortable. It is much better.

“That’s not too tight, is it?” Krvavy asks as she buckles the collar in place, giving it a bit of a tug to make sure it is nice and secure.

“Rrmm...” The Orc grunts and tilts her head. A thoughtful look fills her face as she slips a couple fingers in between the collar and her neck. “Tighter?”

“No.”

Khalia frowns ever so slightly as her request is denied, though that doesn’t last long. Her expression quickly lightens back up as she gazes down at her Mate’s still-stiff cock.

“Also no.” The Drakling gently shakes her head, having to press her hand against Khalia’s chest to keep the Orc from diving back down towards her dick. “I still have a couple gifts for you.”

“Rrgh...” Khalia grumbles in impatient annoyance, her amber-gold eyes remaining locked on Krvavy’s cock even as the barbarian pushes a package into her paw-like hands.

“Come on, don’t be like that... Your gifts are all wrapped up together in here, so just open it and then you can go back to sucking dick. Okay?”

“Yes, Mate...” The Orc slowly breathes out, clearly not the happiest about having to wait a few seconds before she can get back to giving her relaxed blowjob. In one smooth motion Khalia tears apart the strings and roughly unwraps the packaging, revealing some soft looking fabric... which she she stares down at with obvious disdain.

“Here.” Krvavy grabs her precious puppy’s gifts, lifting them up one by one. “I got you a bunch of nice chokers. Just think of them like little collars that’ll snugly hug your throat. They’ll look great on you, and you can’t wear that new collar all the time.” She ignores the growling sneer that that comment draws out, and instead lifts up the last gift. “And this is a bit of lingerie for you to wear on special occasions.”

Khalia glares almost hatefully at the extremely skimpy negligee being held up in front of her, as if insulted by the fact that its nearly transparent fabric would dare to cover even a bit of her skin.

“Alright, fine.” The barbarian sighs in defeat, putting aside Khalia’s gifts. “You can get back to – Ngh! So impatient...”

“Wmmph~!” The Were-Beast woman happily moans as she forces Krvavy’s cock back into her throat, shuddering as the leather collar makes that an even tighter fit. Each breath she takes is a bit more ragged than before, but it doesn’t seem like she’ll be suffocating any time soon. Though she would probably like that...

Krvavy slowly shakes her head as she looks away from the cock-hungry Orc. Who should get their gifts next? Beryl still seems enthralled by the packets of seeds, sorting them into different piles and eagerly reading each label, so no need to interrupt whatever she is doing... So that just leaves Inanna, who is still sitting by the fire combing her hair, and Thea, whose patience is clearly at its limit.

“Hey, Inanna, want to come over here and open up your gifts~?”