Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Bathing/Cleaning, Teasing, (a little bit of) Licking/Kissing, Cock Worship, Deep Throat, Throat Fucking, Shower Sex, Pinned Against Wall, Aggressive Female, Rough Sex, Riding (little at the end).

Maybe this could have been a ♥♥, but the cleaning section isn’t explicitly sexual, even if it is essentially just foreplay...

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A soft sigh of relief passes through Krvavy’s pale lips as she finally steps back into her home. “We’re back...!”

“Ooh~?” Beryl immediately perks up. “Ya two ‘ad quite the successful ‘unt Ah see~!” Her bright blue-green eyes glimmer with barely restrained laughter as she takes in the sight of her barbaric lover’s slightly bedraggled state. “Not makin’ Khalia ‘elp ya carry all o’ tha’~?”

“No.” The barbarian carefully lowers the first goat carcass to the ground before placing the second beside it. “She kept trying to snack on them...”

“Haha~! Ah can see tha’ bein’ a problem~!” The Wood Elf’s lips curl into a playfully smile as she glances towards that naughty Were-Beast, who has the decency to look ever so slightly sheepish as she swiftly escapes from the confines of her skimpy pelt clothing. With a laugh and a shake of her head, Beryl turns her attention back to the pot in front of her, giving Adeline a gentle pat as she does so. “Ah take it tha’ ya like yer new javelins, my dearest love~?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.” Krvavy replies with a slow nod, focused quite intently on untying the few dead quails and hares dangling from her loincloth’s belt.

“Bit overkill fer those little ones, aye~?” A wide grin fills that teasing tomboy’s face as she shoots a quick glance over her shoulder.

“Ha. Ha.” Despite those sarcastic sounds, a genuine smile fills the Drakling’s face. “I just used good old fashioned throwing rocks for these.”

“Did yer puppy catch anythin’?”

“Yeah, actually. She grabbed this hare here with her bare hands. And she scared that goat towards me. Not to mention she’s the one who spotted most of these in the first place.” The Drakling oh so generously gives her Were-Beast a firm pat on the back as Khalia nuzzles into her side. A rather rough grope of that nude Orc’s ass is all it takes to keep those grubby paws off these meaty carcasses.

“So ya ‘ad a good day then?” Beryl smiles warmly as she steps away from the fireplace. “Tha’ is great! Now, why don’t the two o’ ya go get cleaned up? Ah can deal wit’ all this food ya brought back, no need ta tire yerself out any more.”

Krvavy opens her mouth to tell her Elf that she really doesn’t mind the extra bit of work, but the Were-Beast roughly tugs her to the side before a single word can leave her lips.

“Maate...!” Khalia whines impatiently as she drags the slightly resisting Drakling towards the bathroom door. “Maaate...!”

“Hahaha~! ‘Ave fun ya two~!”

The moment they step through that doorway, Khalia immediately begins to paw at her Mate’s loincloth, untying and tossing it aside without even slightly slowing down. She puts a bit more care in removing her snug leather collar, but tosses it aside all the same.

“You don’t want to go down to the hot springs...?” Krvavy hesitantly asks as she gets shoved towards the expansive shower. There is absolutely no way that her feisty Were-Beast just wants to get cleaned up, which is a slight problem. They still don’t have an actual door for this bathroom, so any noises that they make will be very easy for anyone out in the living area to hear...

“Rrrgh...! No!” That visibly horny hyena barks back, amber-gold eyes narrowing into a glare directed at her Draconic Mate. “We clean here!”

A weak sigh escapes past the barbarian’s lips. She knows that there is no point in arguing with Khalia. Especially now that they’re both naked…

“Arwoo–ahhwa!” The Were-Beast’s victorious howl quickly shifts into a surprised shout as cold water rains down from the various showerheads above, giving her green-brown nipples another reason to be as stiff as they are. A slightly betrayed expression fills Khalia’s face as she scowls quite harshly at her Mate.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that~. If you didn’t want to get sprayed, then you shouldn’t have jumped into the shower before I turned it on~.” Krvavy holds back a laugh and tries to act innocent, even though she did that entirely on purpose.

“Rrrgh!” Khalia’s paw-like hands snap out and grab onto her Mate’s shoulders, before forcibly dragging that Drakling into the shower.

“Ahh~… How nice~!” Krvavy smiles smugly as a downpour of warm water pours onto her skin and scales and crimson hair, washing away the filth that a full day of hunting left on her.

Steam begins to fill the air as Khalia’s anger inevitably gives way to heated lust.

“Aha, no!” A touchy, paw-like hand is swiftly swatted away. “We’re here to clean up, not have some fun!”

“RGHH!” The Were-Beast bares her teeth and lets out a loud growl, but her attempt at intimidation completely falls flat.

“How cute~!” The Drakling cups this Greenskin’s cheek, trailing a thumb over one of those four little tusks poking past some wonderfully plump lips. The way that the Were-Beast’s nose crinkles, her black-brown brow furrowing down to meet those wrinkles, is simply just adorable~. At least to someone who is more than used to this level of aggression.

“MATE!” Khalia howls in an almost pouty tone, crossing her furred arms over her large breasts as the water running down her face forces her amber-gold eyes into an annoyed squint.

A slightly sadistic smile fills Krvavy’s face. “Yes~?”

“Rrrgh…!”

“Use your words~.”

Khalia’s nostrils flare as her plump lips press together into as thin a line as they can, a line broken slightly by those cute little tusks of hers.

“Alright, fine... I’ll stop with the teasing. Turn around.” Krvavy’s hand slides down to Khalia’s shoulder, applying a bit of pressure to get that puppy to do what she wants. “And be patient. We are going to clean up before doing anything lewd. So stay still.”

The Were-Beast whimpers so quietly that the constant spattering of steamy water raining down around them nearly drowns out that sound. Her body shudders in impatient anticipation as her Mate’s hands massage their way up the back and sides of her neck.

Krvavy’s fingers run through soaked black-brown strands, gently scrubbing at Khalia’s scalp while carefully pulling out the occasional twig or leaf buried in that wild and asymmetrical mass. How did these things even get tangled in her puppy’s hair? Khalia didn’t roll around in any bushes during the day, and these twigs definitely weren’t there this morning…

“Mnnnnhngh…!” More quiet whimpers fill the steamy air as the Were-Beast’s frustration grows and grows. Her shaggy tail turned wet whip thwacks against the Drakling’s muscled thigh as she is forced to stay facing away from Krvavy. Her body trembles as her patience runs thin. Khalia doesn’t want her Mate to wash her hair! She wants her Mate to take her, to breed her! But that is just not happening.

The barbarian purposefully ignores her precious puppy’s barely restrained anticipation, electing to simply continue cleaning that horny hyena. Her thoughts wander a little as she runs her fingers through the coarse hair atop Khalia’s head, longer on the top and right sight, short enough to barely be more than some fuzz on the left.

A part of her regrets not using a comb for this, but that isn’t big enough of a problem for her to feel the need to put in the tiny bit of effort it’d take to make another using Sculpt Stone. A part of her considers just how lucky she is that the hot spring water is imbued with regenerative magics, as it lets them clean up amazingly even without any soap. A part of her does its best to ignore and not appreciate the way that the muscles within this buff Were-Beast’s back tense and flex with restless impatience.

Ultimately, her mind remains calm and relatively empty as she focuses on this relaxing menial task.

It takes a few minutes until Krvavy is satisfied with the state of her Orc’s hair, but that doesn’t mean she is done. Far from it, in fact. Her hands trail back down to Khalia’s shoulders and begin to gently but firmly scrub at those furred limbs. She can feel the strong muscles hidden by that beige-brown fur tense even further beneath her fingers. She has to swat at the Were-Beast’s hands a couple times to keep them from grabbing onto her own.

“Rrrnnnnnghhhhnnmmn…!” A soft rumbling can be felt through Khalia’s torso as the Drakling’s strong scaled fingers slowly slide down her spine, scrubbing at the shaggy line of fur that trails from her scalp to her tail. Despite her overwhelming urges, those intense desires assailing her very being, Khalia continues to stand still and as unmoving as she can.

She is a good girl, and good girl’s do as they are told.

The Were-Beast’s normally shaggy tail looks rather sad beneath the steady torrent of hot water, soaked into a thin and drooping line. But it still continues to wag, whipping against the barbarian with an increasingly painful force. Her tail has a bit of weight to it, with all that water caught in its beige-brown fur…

“Awaah~!” Khalia yelps in surprised pleasure as her Mate firmly grabs onto her wagging tail, forcing it to a complete stop. Her amber-gold eyes eagerly glance back over her shoulder, as if expecting to suddenly be bent over and taken.

But that, obviously, doesn’t happen.

Krvavy kneels down on the ground behind the Orc as her attention shifts to that unruly tail. Much like the hair on her puppy’s head, there are a few twigs caught in its beige-brown fur. That itself was expected and honestly isn’t much of a problem. At least it wouldn’t be a problem if the Were-Beast could keep that thing still…

“Ahwwhhhh~…!” Throaty moans and pleasured sighs emerge from Khalia’s parted lips as her tail is constantly tugged and pulled on due to its frantic attempts to wag. Her thighs begin to rub together and her paw-like hands can’t help but grope at her own chest, squeezing down on her large green-skinned breasts with increasingly desperate strength. “Ahhnnghhwaahhhh~…!”

The Drakling’s dick stiffens slightly as those lewd sounds caress her ears. She ignores that growing desire and continues to clean her Orc.

Khalia’s whole body tenses as her Mate’s touch slides over to the eager handles of her hips. “Ahhnnh…” A sad and disappointed noise escapes from her mouth as absolutely nothing lewd happens. Like the rest of it, that beige-brown fur is simply scrubbed by firm fingers, which chastely clean their way down her toned thighs and to her calves.

After who knows how many minutes, Krvavy finally pulls back from her Were-Beast’s body. She briefly considers running her hands over Khalia’s green skin, to ensure that her precious puppy is fully clean, but that feels like tempting fate. There is no way that Khalia would be able to hold herself back if her inner thighs, ass, breasts, or even belly were scrubbed and massaged.

And so, with that well-behaved wild woman as clean as can be, there is only one more thing to do. “My turn.” The Drakling gently orders, tapping her puppy on the hip.

Khalia whips around in an instant, wet tail narrowly missing her Mate’s face. Her intense amber-gold eyes ooze with heated lust as hot and steamy water drips down her flushed body.

Krvavy remains on the tiled ground, sitting on her knees before this horny hyena of an Orc. “Clean my hair. Please.” She sighs that request, firmly grabbing onto Khalia’s wrists and bringing those paw-like hands towards her head. “If you do well I’ll reward you with some fun.”

The Were-Beast’s tongue flicks across her plump lips and four little tusks. Her big, glistening breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath she takes. Her fingers shake slightly as they touch her Mate’s vibrant blood-red hair.

Krvavy lets go of the Were-Beast’s wrists and closes her eyes. She can just barely hear her puppy’s panted breaths over the constant spray of water. A part of her is worried that Khalia will take this opportunity to jump her, to try to mount her stiff cock. But Krvavy trusts that that won’t happen. Khalia is a good girl, and good girl’s do as they are told.

Clawed fingers prod at the barbarian’s scalp as Khalia slowly gets to work. Heavy and impatient panting adds to the drizzling downpour, contrasting against the slow and meticulous pace of her scrubbed massage. It is incredibly obvious that she wants to rush though this, to get it over with as quickly as possible so that she can get pounded by her Mate. But, like the good girl that she is, Khalia is holding back her impatience as best she can.

The Drakling’s lips curl into a faint smile.

It takes Khalia far longer than necessary to finish cleaning the Drakling’s hair. There weren’t any tangles or knots or random plants caught in Krvavy’s crimson mane. But Khalia still took her time and ensured that her Mate’s hair was as clean as it could be.

“Good girl~.” Those words come out as a happy sigh, the Drakling’s emerald eyes fluttering open. “You are such a good girl~.”

The Were-Beast beams brightly as she hears that praise. Her tail joyously wags back and forth behind her, splashing water across the expansive shower with each jerky movement it makes.

Krvavy slowly rises back up onto her feet, placing a hand on her eager Orc’s waist. “Now you can clean the rest of me in whatever way you’d like~.”

A brief flash of impatient annoyance crosses Khalia’s face, though it is quickly replaced with ecstatic excitement as she realizes just what her Mate had said.

Without wasting even a second, the Were-Beast buries her head between Krvavy’s pale breasts. Her wide tongue laps at her Mate’s snowy skin, slick saliva immediately getting washed away by the constant stream of hot water pouring down onto them.

Khalia licks and kisses her way across the barbarian’s tits, giving each nipple a gentle nibble of their own, before she begins to travel further down. She lingers around her Mate’s defined abs for quite a while, planting kiss after kiss and long lapping licks across that muscled belly.

Krvavy can’t help but smile as she watches the Orc worship her abs. This is quite different from normal, but in a good way. Her precious puppy is usually distracted by her cock, lured in by its girthy length, to give more than a passing glance to her midriff. While this obviously doesn’t feel as good as having her shaft worshipped, it still feels rather nice. And it is definitely doing something for her ego…

The Drakling’s dick throbs in need, bobbing in the steamy air and bumping against the Were-Beast’s shoulder.

That sudden contact causes Khalia to freeze completely. A wild and lustful expression fills her face as she slowly pulls back. Her hot breath caresses against Krvavy’s cock as her plump lips hover a hairsbreadth above its base.

“Haaahnnnngh~…!” A moaned sigh emerges from Khalia’s mouth just as she begins to kiss and lick at that girthy shaft. Her languid pace fades away bit by bit, fully shifting into a lustful frenzy by the time she makes it to the tip.

The Were-Beast’s amber-gold eyes glow with a feral intensity as she gazes up at her Draconic Mate, maintaining unbroken eye contact even as hot water splashes across her face from the shower above. Her plump lips fully part and her mouth presses forwards, those four little tusks just barely poking against this stiff shaft’s sensitive underside. Her wide tongue laps at the cockhead’s slit once and then once more.

Without wasting any more time, Khalia suddenly jerks her head forwards and slams her face towards her Mate’s crotch. Her throat remains relaxed and yielding up until the point where her nose and plump lips mash into Krvavy’s body, that lewd tunnel suddenly tensing and constricting around this girthy rod’s entire length.

The Greenskin’s buff body shudders in pleasured bliss as her eyes threaten to roll up in her head, but she still seems intent on staring up through the raining water to meet her Mate’s gaze.

Khalia holds herself in that position for nearly a full minute, simply letting her trembling throat massage Krvavy’s cock with undulating clenches as she repeatedly swallows around it. Long before she would start to run out of air, the Were-Beast begins to move. Her plump lips slide back along the Drakling’s dick, passing over one ridge after another, only stopping once the semi-flared cockhead rests just beyond the entrance to her throat. Her face is filled with a desperate and wild lust, gazing up at her Mate with pure loving adoration.

She takes a few deep and shaky breaths before slamming her face right back down.

The barbarian bites onto her bottom lip as intense jolts of ecstasy flash through her body and mind. Her heart beats faster as these blissful sensations feed into her arousal, which is heightened even further by the wonderfully lewd sight in front of her.

Krvavy had fully expected her precious puppy to suck her off, but this… this can hardly be considered a blowjob. This wild Were-Beast is facefucking herself on Krvavy’s cock, each ‘thrust’ so violent and aggressive.

Unable to resist her instincts any longer, the Drakling finds her hips bucking forward to meet her puppy’s descending lips.

“MNNGHHHN~!” Khalia loudly moans around the sizable shaft stretching out her throat, her eyelids fluttering as her gaze finally breaks. The Were-Beast’s body shudders in orgasmic bliss, her own hips trembling and shaking as she squats down on the shower floor. The sharp claws that tip her furred fingers dig into the Drakling’s hips, that firm grip letting her put even more force into each worryingly strong slam.

Krvavy’s hands grab fistfuls of soaking wet black-brown hair just as her pleasure spikes. White static creeps in at the edges of her vision as she tilts her head back, forcing her eyes shut as a showerhead sprays water directly into her face. Her scaled fingers hold Khalia’s head firmly in place as she thrusts past those plump lips. Tingling static arcs from the underside of her swollen shaft, drawn out by the four little tusks softly scraping against her sensitive skin.

Her hefty sack clenches up against her body as the first spurt of seed shoots through her shaft, getting deposited deep in her hungry hyena’s throat and straight into that starving stomach. Her mind blanks from the intense pleasure provided by her puppy’s constricting and convulsing throat, that tight tunnel massaging her ridged rod with each squeezing swallow.

She can feel Khalia’s nose press against her crotch as the Were-Beast’s hands push against her hips. Krvavy’s grip weakens and slips as Khalia suddenly jerks back.

Four little tusks and a few sharp teeth catch at her flared crown with just enough force to be on the border between pleasant and painful. Her engorged cockhead remains just beyond Khalia’s plump lips as the last few thick ropes spurt straight into that greedy Greenskin’s mouth.

“Rrrmghhhnh~!” A slightly annoyed growl rumbles from deep within the Were-Beast’s chest, but she doesn’t do anything to stop the Drakling’s dick from popping free, instead forcing her lips shut to avoid losing any of that creamy treat to the water raining down from above. Her cheeks puff out slightly as she holds her Mate’s cum in her mouth, enjoying its taste for as long as she can.

Krvavy’s body tingles as she comes down from her high, opening her eyes just in time to see that lewd Orc jump up at her. “Wha-oohf!” The air is knocked from the Drakling’s lungs as she is roughly pushed back against the smooth stone wall, leaning a little precariously considering where they are.

Khalia’s throat briefly bulges as she finally gulps down Krvavy’s cum. “Mate mine~!” She possessively growls, her voice rather hoarse as she bares her fangs and tusks in an aggressive snarl.

Before the barbarian can even respond, her precious puppy slams into her body, mashing her still-stiff shaft between their toned bellies.

The Were-Beast’s fingers dig into her Mate’s shoulders as her left leg lifts up, bestial pawed foot scratching at the tiled wall as she finds purchase for her claws. With a surprising amount of dexterity, this sexually aggressive Greenskin pulls her hips back to perfectly align her needy slit at the tip of Krvavy’s cock and, without even a second of hesitation, immediately slams herself down its length.

“Mhate~! Mhine~!” Khalia’s hoarsely growled moans fill the steamy air. Her intense, amber-gold eyes stare straight into Krvavy’s emerald pair with an almost threatening glare. As if daring the Drakling to say otherwise. “Mhate~! Cuuhm~! Mhiine~!” Her hips violently pound into pale skin, again and again. Her cum-hungry cunt clings to that colossal cock, squeezing tight around each ridge that she is forcing in and out of her depths.

Try as she might, Krvavy simply can’t muster the will to respond to her increasingly frenzied puppy. Pleasure assaults her mind as the Were-Beast mounts her with a near feral intensity. What little bit of her that isn’t drowning in ecstatic bliss is entirely occupied with trying to stay upright, with trying to keep her awkwardly bent legs from buckling despite the weight relentlessly slamming down on them.

“Cuhm~! Cuumnnh~! Cummhn~!” Khalia howls out those primitive demands, her gruff voice cracking as she repeatedly bashes the entrance to her womb against her Mate’s battering ram of a cockhead. “Cuummmm~! CUUHM~! BREEEED~! BREEED~! BREEEEEHD~!” Her clawed fingers dig deeper into her Draconic Mate’s scaled shoulders, struggling to stay upright as her needy love tunnel strangles the swollen shaft spearing deep into her slit, clinging to those stiffened ridges in a desperate attempt at keeping the whole length buried inside.

The near-feral Were-Beast continues to howl like the horny hyena she is, cackling laughter occasionally butting in between increasingly incoherent demands. Her wide tongue lolls past her plump lips, formed into a little ‘U’ shape by her pointy tusks, as she slamfucks herself on her Mate’s colossal cock.

Seconds melt into minutes as time loses all meaning to Krvavy’s lust-addled mind. All that exists is the present. All that exists is pleasure. And so, it all too soon that she is once again pushed to the edge.

Khalia’s wild rutting doesn’t stop or even slow down in the slightest as the barbarian’s cock begins to furiously throb inside of her. The Were-Beast simply grins triumphantly and lets loose a cackling howl into the steamy air. “AARWHOOOOOOOHHAAHAAAHAAHEEAHAARWHOOO~!”

Wet, burning heat surrounds Krvavy’s shaft as it shoots thick spurts of seed into her precious puppy’s greedy pussy. This hyena’s hungry womb kisses at her cockhead in the brief moments they mash together, eagerly accepting as much of that creamy cum as it can.

One of Krvavy’s inhuman feet slips on the soaked floor, her body sliding ever so slightly down the wall as a result. Which puts more strain on her other leg, causing it to buckle and give after a couple seconds. Before she even realizes it, Krvavy’s ass comes crashing into the ground along with her Orc, who remains impaled on her still throbbing cock.

That sudden movement, and the dull pain it brings, jolts Krvavy from her orgasmic bliss.

“Rrrgh!” A rage-filled growl rumbles deep within Khalia’s chest as she seems to realize that her Mate’s orgasm was cut short... Which means that she has just been robbed of all the thick seed she had earned. “MHORRE~!” She demands in a hoarse, slurring voice. “MHORRRE CUUHMMN~!”

“Ahhn~!” The barbarian weakly gasps as her precious puppy immediately begins bouncing in her lap, her overly sensitive shaft getting massaged with the undulating constrictions of Khalia’s hungry cunt.

Krvavy’s hand reaches towards the knob in an attempt to turn the shower off, but her wrist is quickly snatched by the near-feral Were-Beast.

A wild frenzy fill Khalia’s crazed eyes as she forces her Mate’s captured hand towards her throat, encouraging those scaled fingers to grab and squeeze down where her collar normally rests. Her green-skinned eyelids flutter as pressure is put on the veins in her neck, restricting her blood flow in just the way she wanted.

The slightest tinge of annoyance fills the Drakling’s hazy mind as she accepts the fact that they are going to continue rutting beneath the constant downpour of hot water. But that faint bit of frustration is quickly washed by intense waves of pleasure.

“Hhhhrghnnh~...!” Khalia’s amber-gold eyes roll into her head as a hand reaches around her bouncing hips and grabs her wildly wagging tail at its base.