Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

“Knock knock~.”

“Mm?” An inquisitive hum passes through Inanna’s slightly pursed lips, blacksmiths hammer soon placed aside as she turns away from her forge. “Greetings, my Ushumgal.” She bobs her head in the faintest of nods. “For what do I owe this pleasure?”

“No need to be so formal.” Krvavy’s warm smile grows wider – and a little lewder – as she hungrily takes in the sight of her Dwarf’s near-naked body, stone-grey skin glistening with sweat. This wonderful shortstack may be wearing a dirty leather apron and equally dirty gloves, but that isn’t enough to stop the Drakling from being attracted to her. In fact, that just gives this working woman even more charm. “I just felt like popping over to say hello.”

“Mhm.” Inanna raises a single thick eyebrow, that dense line of coal-black hair curving into a nice arch as she skeptically meets her Draconic lover’s appreciative and affectionate gaze. “And Thea’s nagging did not play a part in that decision?”

“You’ve done an amazing job building your workshop.” Krvavy idly comments, glancing over at the solid stone walls standing around them as she playfully ignores that question. Her smile falters slightly, a tinge of seriousness entering her tone. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to help you put a roof on this place just yet?”

“No,” the Dwarf shakes her head, a few locks of her loose hair slipping over her shoulder. She brushes them back. “I would prefer that you fortify the grotto first.” Bright and fiery light shines from behind this shortstack, rolling over her incredibly busty body alongside visible waves of heat. Her copper-orange eyes peer up into the significantly bigger barbarian’s emerald pair. “Now, will you answer my question or continue to dodge it?”

Krvavy’s pale lips twitch, her playful smiling trying to look innocent. “You know how impatient that beautiful brat can be.” She so casually replies, shamelessly looking her Inanna up and down. If only that apron wasn’t in the way... “She’s just excited about that wonderful gift that you made for her, even if she won’t exactly admit it.”

“I see. Well,” the Dwarf steps away from her forge, “it is indeed complete. As expected, the modifications were rather quick to complete.”

“And you didn’t drop everything you were doing just to deliver it to her?!” The Drakling gasps in mock shock, making it very obvious that she isn’t being even remotely serious. “My oh my! Thea will not be happy about that!”

“That girl could do to learn some patience.” Inanna’s lips curl up into the slightest of smiles as she walks past Krvavy, gently elbowing the Drakling’s thigh as she does so. “Here. As you can see, it is fully finished and ‘prettied up’, just as your princess demanded.”

Krvavy leans a fair bit forward, looming over the short table that this heavy weapon is resting upon.

A few bands of metal have been set into the sides of that crossbow, those small strips inlaid with connected and repeating geometric patterns. Similar patterns flank nearly all of those dull plates, carved directly into the wood. This whole thing is still a little rough, but not in an unfinished kind of way. Hopefully Thea will see it that way as well.

“Most of these external runes are to regulate the crossbow’s weight, though of course that only occurs when they are active.” The Dwarf explains, idly trailing a finger along a line of runes resting around a new hole located some distance behind the lock. “Due to the increased demand for mana, I was forced to add a slot for a crystal battery, which I elected to make easily removable so that even Thea would be able to change it out if need be.”

Were the brat here, she would no doubt bristle a bit at that unintentional insult.

“I know that I don’t have to tell you this, but great work~.” Krvavy smiles warmly and widely, reaching over and patting Inanna on the head, feeling that voluminous mass of coal-black hair beneath her palm. Those dense strands are a little damp with sweat. But that hardly matters. “And it looks pretty good too, so I doubt Thea will have any real complaints.”

“Beyond it not being immediately delivered to her upon completion.” A faint, playful light twinkles in Inanna’s copper-orange eyes as she states that obvious fact, her voice utterly neutral and emotionless.

“And speaking of delivering it...” The Drakling slowly and exaggeratedly sighs. “I suppose that I should take this and get out of your hair. You looked pretty busy doing... whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted.”

“I was making the pulleys for the kitchen lift.” Inanna plainly points out. “But I do not mind the distraction. In fact, I could use a break. Though not at this exact moment: I should finish the one I am currently working on first. So, perhaps in an hour?”

The Drakling perks up, a lewd look filling her face as she hungrily stares down at her Dwarf, taking advantage of her towering height to peer into a deep and cramped canyon of cleavage. Or at least the bit peeking over the top of that apron. “Oh~? You want to take a break, do you~?” Impure hope drips from those words, the very tip of Krvavy’s tongue trailing over her lips.

“Yes, my Ushumgal. But, as I said, not right this moment.” Unbothered by the predatory eyes devouring her body, the grey-skinned shortstack turns and heads back to her forge. “I will come to you when I am ready.” She grabs her hammer and just barely glances back over her shoulder. “If you need something to pass the time, then perhaps you should decorate the dining room? I am sure Thea would appreciate that.”

“Right...” Krvavy lets her arousal fade just a little, the anticipation of what will come if only she has patience keeping her from feeling too disappointed by this delay. “Guess I’ll see you then.” Her scaled fingers grab onto that heavily modified crossbow, its weight not an issue for her. “I can hardly wait~.”

“Mm. I thought that I would find you here.”

Just hearing that dutiful Dwarf’s voice echoing from a fair distance behind her is enough to make the Drakling immediately drop what she is doing. “Of course.” Various coloured stones are pushed aside as Krvavy turns towards her favourite shortstack. “Didn’t want to make you look all over for me~.”

A subtle smile plays at Inanna’s dark-grey lips. “Eager, aren’t you?” Her chest juts out as she leans ever so slightly forward, putting the vast expanse of her big and utterly bare breasts on full display. “Are you ready to take a break?”

“Always~.” A ravenous grin spreads across the Drakling’s face, emerald eyes gleaming with a greedy need. She takes a deep breath and exercises a degree of patience. “Want to do it here, or...?”

“I may be rather durable, but I still prefer the padding of our bed.” Those words have hardly been spoken, and already the serious shortstack has turned to head off.

Krvavy experiences a brief moment of mourning as she watches Inanna walk away.

The voluminous mass of this Dwarf’s coal-black hair is so tremendously thick and dense that it completely blocks the view of her body from behind. The subtle tensing of muscles in her back cannot be observed. So too is the sensual sway of her hips, ass jiggling with each step she takes, hidden and obscured. Not even a bit of sideboob can be seen, despite how her titanic tits spill out from her chest.

What a tragedy...

“Come along now, don’t lose yourself to your thoughts.” Inanna calls out without looking back, her normally neutral voice tinged with just the faintest bit of amusement.

The Drakling gently shakes her head and, with her much longer legs, quickly catches up with that shortstack. Once again, Krvavy takes full advantage of the fact that she towers above this Dwarf, shamelessly staring down at Inanna’s massive grey-skinned globes. A vast valley awaits her gaze, that generous expanse of jiggling titflesh naturally spread apart a fair bit without anything, like a certain leather apron, holding them closer together.

“Mm. Enjoying the view?” Copper-orange eyes glance up towards an emerald pair, not looking for too long before dropping back to the stairs that they are climbing together.

“Do you really need to ask~?”

“I suppose not.” Inanna’s calm tone is betrayed by the beginning of a smirk as it plays at the corners of her lips. “You are acting extra lascivious today.”

“Am I~? Well, not to dump the blame onto you, but...” The Drakling stares down at that Dwarf, a wide and hungry grin plastered across her face. “It is your fault. You’ve left me waiting, brimming with anticipation, for over an hour. I’ve been left alone with nothing but my perverted thoughts that whole time, imagining all the things we could do together~.”

“Mm. Should you really admit that?” The busty shortstack curiously asks, raising a thick eyebrow as she comes to a stop right before their bed. “What if, in the future, I purposefully leave you waiting for even longer just to ensure that you are more lively when I finally decide to help you release all of that energy?”

“Good question.” Krvavy idly pulls at her loincloth, letting it drop down to the floor. Her semi-stiff shaft bobs in the air, hanging in front of Inanna’s face. “But I have to ask, would you really play with fire like that~? You know what could happen if I lose myself to my desires~. And while I’m sure that you would just love some of the things that I’d do to you, there are plenty others that you wouldn’t~. Like, say, going and using one of my other girls instead~.”

“Who is to say that I wouldn’t enjoy that?” The Dwarf tilts her head to the side, copper-orange eyes staring up at the Drakling. Her huge tits wobble as she places her hands on her hips, giving off a rather smug and confident aura as she refuses to yield. “I am more than capable of living vicariously through others. I could easily imagine myself in their place while matching the pace of your rutting with a much more reasonably sized instrument.”

“Is that so~?” Krvavy almost whispers out those words as she leans forward, towering above this short and stacked woman who is roughly half her height. Her lips spread into a teasing smile as she reaches down and trails a single finger across the expanse of this Dwarf’s sensitive titflesh, slowly making her way towards the large and puffy nipple capping that mountainous mound. “So you would be completely fine with mauling these yourself~?” She asks, pinching that stiffened and swollen nub between finger and thumb.

A bit of colour fills Inanna’s dark-grey cheeks. “Of course.” She responds in an even tone. “I am capable of satisfying my own desires by my lonesome, as I have for decades already. But, my Ushumgal, I will not deny that your assistance would elevate the experience far beyond what I could experience on my own.”

“Oh~? Trying to appease my pride, are you~?” The Drakling’s other hand grabs onto Inanna’s neglected tit, idly kneading its firm yet yielding flesh. Her cock throbs in time with her heart, growing harder and larger with each drumming beat. The anticipation of burying that sizable shaft between these bountiful breasts is almost overwhelming.

Almost.

“It is tempting to let you get away with that, but I’m not quite sure if I want to~.” Krvavy playfully growls, hefting up those two titanic tits by their nipples alone, before letting them fall back down with a heavy slap. “You see, I think that we could have a bit more fun if we worked together to find the answer to a question that just popped into my head~. I normally like to drown my girls in pleasure, making them cum again and again and again~. But what if I changed it up a little~? What if I didn’t let you cum~? How long could you last before giving in to pleasure~? How many times could I bring you to the edge but stop you from going over~? Do you want to find out~?”

“Mm. While that does sound like fun, I am afraid that I must disappoint you.” Inanna calmly states, maintaining her composure even as a dark red blush colours her cheeks. “I already had a plan for what we would do today, and you’ll find it far more enjoyable than sexually torturing me.”

“Are you sure about that~?” Krvavy’s inhuman tongue pokes past her lips as she kneels down on the ground, letting her freely lick the Dwarf’s deep cleavage while still molesting those massive mammaries.

“Without a doubt.” The busty shortstack exhales, keeping nearly all signs of the pleasure that she is experiencing out of her voice. “You struggle to maintain your composure at the best of times, and lose it entirely when you orgasm. So if you wish to keep me from experiencing such relief, then you too must deny your own pleasure. And we both know who would be victorious if it were to become a contest for who could hold out the longest.”

“Is that a challenge~?”

“Perhaps. But for another time.” Inanna lets her lips twist into a full-on smirk as she briefly glances to the side. “Because you are now far to late to stop my plan. Your monologuing was your demise.”

“Wha–?”

“MAAAAATEE~!”

Krvavy barely has time to react as a certain wild Were-Beast comes flying towards her. She lets go of the Dwarf and jumps up in an attempt to catch Khalia, but she is simply not fast enough. Air is forced from Krvavy’s lungs as she slams down onto the soft and mossy mattress of their bed, legs dangling over the edge.

“MAATE~! MAATEEE~! ARWHOOO~!” The Were-Beast excitedly howls and cheers, straddling her Mate’s midsection and successfully pinning Krvavy down.

“You see, my Ushumgal, I invited Khalia to partake in our personal time.” The Dwarf calmly climbs the steps up onto their bed, coming to loom above the Drakling. And what a beautiful sight that is, bountiful bosom casting an enormous shadow, big enough to block out the sun... if they weren’t already indoors and underground. “But not for selfless reasons. No, far from it. I am not in the mood for a mere threesome, but instead for something much more... unique. More bizarre, admittedly.”

“And – mnhh – what would that be?” The barbarian grunts, not bothering to even slightly resist the precious puppy sitting atop her. Not even as Khalia’s wide tongue licks across her face, leaving it slightly damp with drool.

“As you know, the difference in our sizes poses a problem for any attempt we may make at having proper intercourse.” The grey-skinned Dwarf lowers herself down beside the Drakling’s head, taking a moment to brush a strand of crimson hair away from her Ushumgal’s face. “We do have a workaround to that issue available to us though, one which I was not willing to take until I had as much of you inside of me as physically possible.”

“Now look who’s monologuing...” Krvavy masks her movement with an exaggerated sigh, slipping a hand free from Khalia’s grasp and lifting it up towards the Dwarf’s bare breasts.

Inanna hardly reacts to the resumed and renewed groping, completely ignoring the Drakling’s interruption as she continues on. “Thus, I propose that rather than directly having sex with me, you do so via Khalia. She has the potential to bridge the gap between our differing sizes: she can take your sizable length with ease, and her engorged clitoris is a far more manageable size for myself. Is that acceptable for you?”

Krvavy stops molesting her busty shortstack to actually consider that. To be honest, she kind of forgot that the Were-Beast’s clit can grow into a cock... of sorts. But is she alright with that pseudo-penis penetrating into her Dwarf? Is she alright with it going deeper than her own shaft has, claiming something that she has yet to claim...?

“My Ushumgal, if you are not comfortable with that, then –”

“You’re right, it’s definitely bizarre.” Krvavy cuts the Dwarf off, furrowing her brow as she meets those intense copper-orange eyes. For once, Inanna’s gaze isn’t utterly unreadable. “But... I’m not... against it.” The Drakling slowly mutters those words, accompanying them with a gently shake of her head.

“My Ushumgal.” Inanna calmly addresses her Draconic lover, grabbing at Krvavy’s wrist and tenderly holding on to it, pressing that hand even further into her tit in the process. “Your possessive nature is one of the many things that I love about you. I understand if this request is too much, and will not begrudge you for denying it. So please, do not force yourself to do this just for my sake. If you don’t feel comfortable with it, then we need not try it.”

“No, it’s... it’s...” Krvavy frowns as she struggles to put her thoughts and feelings into words. “Even just thinking about someone else fucking you is... unpleasant.” She pauses for just a brief moment as the Were-Beast finally slips off of her body, settling down on the bed beside her. Khalia isn’t an idiot. She can read the room and knows better than to keep acting so excited with such a serious air hanging overhead. “You are mine. Only mine. I do not want to share. At all. Ever. But Khalia is also mine. And I’m far from being against my girl’s having sex with each other, whether I’m there or not.”

The green-skinned Were-Beast shuffles slightly as she struggles to keep still and silent, looking a little nervous as she listens to her Mate ramble on and on.

“But if Khalia had an actual dick... then that would change things. I don’t think I’d be able to even slightly tolerate her using it on you. Or on any of the others.” The barbarian takes a long and slow breath. “Luckily it isn’t an actual dick. It’s just her clit. It’s weird, but doesn’t make me feel... well, anything negative. It’s no different to a sex toy in my mind. No different from Beryl using her vines.”

“Mm. Your verdict, my Ushumgal?”

Krvavy reluctantly lets go of her Dwarf’s big and bountiful breasts so that she can push herself into an upright position, pulling her legs and meaty tail onto the bed in the process. “Let’s do it.” She states, looking between the grey-skinned Dwarf and green-skinned (former slash still partial) Orc. “I was feeling like doing something a bit different anyway, so might as well go all the way into the weird. It’ll be an interesting experience, at the very least.”

“Good.” Inanna nods her head, looking ever so slightly relieved. “Though I must apologize for ruining the mood with this proposition. You had worked yourself up quite a bit, but all of that lust had left as the mood changed.”

“Well, if you want to apologize~...” A playful twinkle reenters Krvavy’s emerald eyes as she lets that thought trail off.

“Mm. Yes, there are many ways that two attractive women could apologize to their lover.” The Dwarf’s lips curl into a subtle smile as she glances towards the Greenskin that she shares this Drakling with. “Don’t you agree, Khalia?”

“Yes Dwarfy,” the Were-Beast’s shaggy tail begins to excitedly wag behind her, “yes Mate~!”