Relevant Tags:Tomboy, Missionary, Large Insertion, Leglock, Loving Sex, Creampie, Cumshot

  [colpse]“What are you doing now?!” Thea exasperatedly groans, a pouty sneer pstered across her face as she gres at the approaching barbarian.

  “My dearest love is about ta ravish me in our bed~!” Beryl giddily responds, grinning widely and with an almost unnerving amount of joy as she gazes up at Krvavy, love oozing from her very being.

  “Ugh!” The bratty noble makes annoyed noise and abruptly rises to her feet. “Fine! I will le–”

  “Ach!” Beryl’s mood shifts in an instant, her tone sharp and harsh as she cuts the girl off with that single stern sound. “Sit yer arse back down, young dy!”

  That seems to really rattle Thea, causing her to eyes to go wide as she hastily does as she is ordered without even a seconds thought.

  “Ya don’t treat my dearest love wit’ the respect tha’ she deserves! Be thankful tha’ she doesn’t punish ya fer ‘ow ya behave!” Beryl sternly scolds the bitchy brat. “Ah think tha’ ya need ta watch and learn ‘ow ta properly act when around ‘er!”

  Krvavy genuinely expects the noble girl to spew out some slurs and hurl a couple insults before storming off. But Thea doesn’t so much as roll her eyes. Which catches Krvavy off guard far more than her Elf’s sudden shouting did.

  Slowly, and rather cautiously, the barbarian lowers Beryl down to the bedding, pcing that Elf just a little distance away from where the thoroughly stunned brat is sitting. Because that was the only avaible spot. There aren’t bnkets anywhere else. Just cold, solid stone floors.

  Reaching up and gently resting her hand against Krvavy’s cheek, Beryl brings the barbarian’s attention back to her. “My dearest love~! Ah am ready fer ya~! Ravish me~!” The tanned tomboy’s lilting voice is filled with need as she loudly begs to be taken. She might be putting it on a bit thick just for their audience, but... there is also a good chance that she is being as genuine as she possibly can be right now.

  Either way, that enthusiasm is... really doing something for Krvavy. Her painfully stiff shaft throbs and pulses along with the quickening beat of her heart as she focuses her attention fully on the beautiful caramel coloured Elf before her. But despite how much she wants to give in and ravish this tanned tomboy, just as Beryl wants her to, Krvavy... doesn’t immediately get to it.

  After all, this will be Beryl’s first time having sex with... someone who has a dick. It needs to be special and a truly enjoyable experience.

  “Oh~!” The Wood Elf woman moans as Krvavy’s finger trails over her folds. This tomboy is incredibly wet, and not just from the hot spring. “Hhhah~!” She sharply gasps out as her lower lips are unceremoniously penetrated by that scaled digit. Her needy pussy is slick and... worryingly tight.

  Krvavy’s admittedly oversized cock might not fit inside this lithe woman...

  “Ya, oh~! Dearest love~! Ya don’t need~! Oh~! Ta do this fer me~!” Beryl lovingly moans, her dexterous fingers wrapping around the barbarian’s wrist.

  “I know,” Krvavy whispers back, nibbling on the long and pointed ear in front of her, “but I want to~!”

  The tomboyish Elf trembles as the very tip of her knife-like ear is teased, carefully held between the Drakling’s sharp teeth. Beryl shudders, her breaths growing ragged as Krvavy’s rge hand presses against her soaked slit, palm firmly grinding against the pointy nub of her clit.

  “Ohh~! Yesh~!” The needy Elf moans and writhes, quickly driven mad with pleasure. She tightens around the single finger intruding into her depths as it curls upwards, poking and prodding and quickly finding a certain sensitive spot. “Yeeshh~!” Her lithe hips buck up as her sweet juices gush and spray all over Krvavy’s hand.

  The barbarian pulls her hand back and slowly licks her fingers clean of the surprisingly fruity liquid, all as her panting Elf lovingly watches with the anticipation for what is next clear in her eyes.

  “Now, I am a bit... big for you,” Krvavy mentions the obvious as she moves between Beryl’s legs, “so tell me if it hurts, okay? We can take it nice and slow. Give you the chance to get used to me. We have all the time in the world right now.”

  Biting her bottom lip, Beryl only nods in response. Her slim chest rises and falls with each heavy breath she takes, causing her pert handfuls to jiggle oh so alluringly.

  Carefully lining herself up, Krvavy begins to slowly move her hips forwards. The head of her thick cock presses against the athletic Elf’s soaked slit, that bit of contact alone drawing a light moan from Beryl. The sheer size difference between them raises some doubts in Krvavy’s mind, causing her to slightly regret making her dick this big in the character creator. It just doesn’t look like it’ll fit.

  But Krvavy is still going to try to make it fit. Her tongue isn’t exactly small, and this Elf took that just fine.

  Beryl clenches her teeth and breathes in sharply as the head of Krvavy’s oversized rod begins to force its way inside her. “A-Ah’m good,” she gasps and smiles, encouraging her lover on, “keep, oh, goin’~!”

  Pressure builds as seconds become minutes and time stretches out. Beryl’s breathing becomes more and more ragged. Krvavy’s cock is still pressing against the Elf’s more than willing slit, not yet inside it, and from Thea’s wide-eyed view nothing has really happened.

  But that all changes in an instant.

  The slightly fred and fairly wide head of Krvavy’s stiff rod finally forces its way into the tight tomboyish Elf. “Hnngh~...!” Krvavy grunts as she just barely keeps herself from smming all the way in, stopping completely and giving them both a chance to get used to these new sensations.

  Beryl’s body stiffens as her slit squeezes down on the head of Krvavy’s cock. Her lips part in a silent scream, eyes going half-lidded as her already wet hole somehow becomes even more soaked, gushing around the girthy invader. Her toned tummy tremble and twitches, lithe hips bucking slightly and forcing the barbarian to grab them tight as she seemingly gets pushed over the edge from just the tip of that rge Draconic dick being inside of her.

  Krvavy gives the Elf a few moments to recover before she continues. Or before she tries to continue. This tanned tomboy is ridiculously tight. A sweltering heat, slick and needy, constricts around her cockhead, making even the slightest movement a struggle. But not impossible. The barbarian stubbornly presses forwards, making the faintest bit of progress with her slow, sawing thrusts that each get just a tiny bit deeper than the st.

  That process is agonizing for Krvavy. The crushing pressure from Beryl is bordering on being uncomfortable... and is also nowhere near enough for her to get off. But the same can’t be said for her Elf, who is writhing beneath Krvavy, constantly seizing up and trying to buck her hips after every couple of excruciatingly sluggish thrusts.

  “Hhh~...!” Krvavy’s panted breath hisses out through her clenched teeth. Droplets of water drip down her still damp body as the pleasure assailing her drowns out the discomfort squeezing around more and more of her sizable shaft. A cloudy haze of lust descends on her mind, swirling around and encouraging her to give in and take this tomboy however she likes. The sheer love in Beryl’s eyes tempers those urges. Beryl deserves so much more than to simply be used as a toy...

  After what feels like an eternity, the Drakling’s dick finally presses into a barrier that she knew was there. One which refuses to yield even as her girthy head insistently pushes against it. The entrance to Beryl’s womb. Gncing down to where they are joined causes Krvavy’s lips to twist into a frown.

  Less than half of her shaft is buried in Beryl.

  That isn’t much of a surprise, considering the length of it, but she is able to fit the entire thing inside of her Orc, inside of Khalia. She would have thought that whatever porn logic that allowed that would extend to Elves of all people...

  “Wh... why’ve ya stopped~...?” Beryl breathily pants out, her barely focused eyes looking up at Krvavy with a hint of confusion

  “Sorry, I can’t get any further in you,” Krvavy begins, but whatever else she had to say is cut off as Beryl’s athletic legs shakily lift up and wrap around her back.

  “Ohhhh~!” The Elf moans in ecstasy as she tries pulling Krvavy further into her, but only succeeds at getting the stiff cockhead to press harder against her womb. “Guess, hah, ya’re right~! Ah don’t, oh~, mind though~...! Ya’re jus~... haaahhh~... so big~...!”

  Shaking her head at that Elf’s honestly expected eagerness, Krvavy resumes her agonizingly slow movements, thrusting back and forth. The slowly building pleasure is almost like torture for her, but... but the worst part is trying to keep control. The longer this goes on, the harder it gets... This would feel so much better for her – and for Beryl too, no doubt – if she just started using her Elf...

  But that might hurt Beryl... At least physically.

  That resistance is... futile. A waste of time. Krvavy is fighting a losing battle. And that only becomes more and more apparent as the tight tomboy’s love tunnel constricts and convulses around Krvavy’s cock. Everything that Beryl is doing, intentionally or not, makes it more difficult for Krvavy to stay in control.

  The feeling of her tomboyish Elf’s toned legs wrapped around her waist, the writhing mess of pleasure that Beryl has become, and even the flushed face of Thea watching in shock from the side. All of it elevates the pleasure that Krvavy has to fight against.

  “Ohhh~! M-my dear–oh~!–est love~!” Beryl lewdly moans, reaching her hands up towards Krvavy. At first it looks like she just wants to fully embrace the barbarian, but as Krvavy leans forwards Beryl’s hands tch onto her horns instead.

  Krvavy is caught off guard as Beryl drags her head down, locking their lips together. As the Elf’s tongue aggressively forces its way past her lips, Krvavy finds herself slipping up. The haze of pleasure swiftly overwhelms her.

  Her hips quickly increase their pace, pistoning her rod into Beryl’s constrictive hole. But the faster fucking doesn’t change the fact that less half of her cock can even fit inside the Elf, leaving so much of it out and unable to be pleasured.

  That frustrates Krvavy’s increasingly lust-crazed mind, driving her to try getting more and more of her cock inside the Elf, to no avail. Repeatedly pounding at the entrance of Beryl’s womb seems to only heighten that tanned tomboy’s pleasure, the pain of the act seemingly not bothering her one bit.

  Beryl’s hands slowly slide down Krvavy’s horns, caressing the barbarian’s shoulders and upper back before she wraps her arms around Krvavy’s neck in a tight hug.

  The full-body hug spurs Krvavy on even more, her long tongue pushing its way deep into Beryl’s mouth as her hefty balls clench and she begins to fill the tomboyish Elf with her thick seed.

  But despite that, Krvavy doesn’t stop her frantic fucking. The increased sensitivity of her cumming cock drives her on and on. She needs more... More. More~!

  Beryl’s grip tightens as her womb is filled with Krvavy’s cum. Her tongue wrestles with that of the Drakling as her kiss only becomes hungrier and more unsteady with every frantic thrust

  The mounting pleasure begins to blend together in Krvavy’s lust-clouded mind, the near constant clenching of Beryl’s endless orgasms not helping that in the slightest. Her length, at least the part inside of this Elf, is being... massaged. Milked. This already tight hole clings onto her cock, caressing and constricting around it, begging for more.

  And more is what Beryl gets, both falling into the haze of blissful ecstasy and pleasure.

  Time loses meaning to the two lovers. Feelings of euphoria fill the pair as gasps and moans and squelching and spping sounds fill the air. Pleasure burns through their bodies, purging all worries and thoughts and desires.

  After cumming at least another two times, though it is hard for her lust-addled mind to keep track, exhaustion begins to set in and the horny barbarian begins to feel satisfied.

  Krvavy pulls back, almost lifting Beryl off the ground before the tomboyish Elf’s grip slips. A single rope of cum shoots out across Beryl’s sweaty belly as Krvavy falls back onto her haunches.

  “Tha...!” Beryl gasps out, somehow finding the energy to speak even as her body continues to quiver with aftershocks of pleasure. “Ah love ya~...!”

  Those three words cause Krvavy’s heart to flutter, though she is far too out of breath and can’t find the words to respond. Trailing her eyes down Beryl’s glistening body, Krvavy takes in the sight of her thick cream slowly flowing out of the Elf’s slightly gaping slit. But Krvavy’s eyes quickly fill with worry as she sees the slight pinkish hue in the cum pooling between Beryl’s thighs.

  Beryl sees Krvavy’s concerned expression and sits up ever so slightly, just enough to gnce down to where Krvavy is looking. Seeing the small amount of her blood mixing with Krvavy’s cum doesn’t seem to worry Beryl though, and in fact she appears to be overjoyed by that.

  “Oh~! My dearest love~!” The tomboyish Elf coos in pure and utter joy, having caught her breath in no time at all. “It is like ya took my maidenhood~! Oh, Ah love ya so much~!” Happy tears well up in the corners of her bright blue-green eyes.

  Reaching a hand between her legs, the Elf scoops up some of Krvavy’s thick seed and brings it to her lips. Even after all of that she still doesn’t want any to go to waste.

  Krvavy just shakes her head, hardly able to even think and completely unsure of how to handle her odd Elf. She simply sighs without uttering a single word. That took more out of her than she thought, and darkness is creeping into her vision. She wants to just lie down and sleep, but now she is filthy and needs to get cleaned up...

  Tiredly gncing over to Thea she sees that the bratty noble has not moved in the slightest since Beryl yelled at her to sit down, having only pulled up her bnket as if to hide behind it. The noble girl’s face is bright red as she stares in shock at what she just saw, her eyes locked between Beryl’s legs.

  “Oh, my dearest love~!” The tomboyish Elf recims Krvavy’s attention. “Ya really put yer all inta tha’! Ya ravished me just as promised~! Ah ‘ave ta thank ya fer making my first time so memorable~! But ya look so tired, so just lie down and rest~. Ah’ll clean up this wonderful mess, okay~?”

  Krvavy is in no state to argue. She finds herself nodding while taking a deep breath. While the sight before her is incredibly arousing – Beryl is seductively licking each of her fingers clean of Krvavy’s cum – the Elf is right. She is... exhausted. A whole day of travelling and lugging around a load of loot will do that, let alone some frenzied sex.

  And so, she lies down and closes her eyes, savouring the moment and letting herself rex while she can.

  What a way to end the day...