Krvavy and her two girls have remained all cuddled up together long after the bowl of stew had been emptied and refilled and emptied again. None of them particurly want to move from here. They are all enjoying this in their own way.

  Khalia is simply happy to get physical attention, pressing up against Krvavy’s side as the barbarian absentmindedly rubs her thigh. The happy noises that she is making and her near-constant squirming makes that abundantly clear. Beryl loves spending time near Krvavy, and is revelling in the chance to trail her fingers along the barbarian’s muscled body. A less than innocent smile is pstered across the touchy tomboy’s face. And Krvavy herself is just savouring the moment, rexing with two affectionate bundles of love at her sides.

  After a few long minutes of comfortable and comforting quiet, Beryl gently speaks up. “Is there anythin’ else ya’d like ta do?”

  “Hmm?” Krvavy hums back, not quite sure what the Elf means.

  “Ya know, ta fulfill yer desires.”

  “Oh. Yeah, that.” The barbarian slowly nods. “Well...” Her brow furrows faintly as she takes a moment to truly think. “I want to get revenge on the Duke and his Wizard. I want them dead. I’d like to kill them myself, but as long as they die...”

  “Anythin’ else?”

  “I’d also like to get stronger. Well, I definitely need to be stronger if I want to get revenge on those two...”

  “Is there anythin’ easier tha’ ya’d like ta do?” Beryl questions, clearly wanting to get Krvavy as much Divine Favour as quickly as she can.

  “Well, I’m not sure if it is easier, but I do still want Khalia to get better.” Krvavy strokes the hair of her happy Orc. “This is an improvement, sure, but I still would rather her be a person than a pet.”

  Beryl scrunches her brow in thought. “Wha’ about yer Human? Tha’ bratty noble? Ya gave ‘er those choices, so why don’t ya ask fer ‘er answer?”

  “I guess I could.” Krvavy simply shrugs. “But I’m pretty sure I know what she’ll pick. I didn’t exactly give her many options...”

  “Then go on!” The Elf gives her lover a bit of a shove in the shoulder. “Go get ‘er answer! Ah’ll get started on trainin’ yer lil’ puppy ‘ere, so don’t ya worry about ‘er!”

  “Really? Shouldn’t we giv–?”

  “Oh go on already!” Beryl cuts Krvavy off. “Ya flipped ‘er whole world upside down, so go give ‘er a new purpose!”

  Krvavy lightly shakes her head. She would rather let Thea come to terms with the possibility that her own fiancé had her kidnapped before harassing her with this. But unless Krvavy orders Beryl to drop it, the Elf is going to keep bugging her about it...

  So, with quite a bit of reluctance and a heavy sigh, the barbarian rises to her feet, having to pry Khalia from her side and push the Orc towards Beryl.

  “Good luck, my dearest love~!” The tomboyish Wood Elf calls out as Krvavy heads on down to the hot springs.

  A little bit of anxiety lingers at the edges of Krvavy’s mind. A bit of doubt. Should she really be doing this right now...? Well... Thea has had plenty of time to think about this... ultimatum...

  The Drakling does her best to stifle those thoughts and bury those worries as she steps into the steamy mist that surrounds the various hot spring pools. She checks each one of those wonderful ponds as she follows the path between them. Empty. Empty.. Empty...

  Thea is in the pond furthest from the living area, completely naked with the little bit of lingerie that she has left strewn about on the ground nearby. Her head is in her hands and her body is lightly shaking. Even with her back to Krvavy it is obvious that she is crying.

  Taking a deep breath and resigning herself to what she is about to do, Krvavy enters into the warm water and slowly makes her way towards the girl. The gentle waves that those motions make alerts Thea to her presence before she can speak. Not that that changes anything.

  “You alright?” The barbarian quietly asks.

  “N-no! Now... g-go away!” Thea sobs back, keeping her head buried in her hands.

  Ignoring that request, Krvavy sits down beside Thea and wraps an arm around the girl’s slender shoulders.

  Thea doesn’t react to that, not even by trying to push Krvavy away or berating the barbarian. Instead she slowly melts into Krvavy’s strong arms, resting her silver-blonde hair against the barbarians breasts.

  Krvavy lets Thea cry for a while, just gently holding the girl and trying to comfort her without words. Without much thought, she begins to pat the noble girl on the head, fingers slowly stroking silky silver-blonde strands.

  “Why...?” Thea weakly whimpers out after a few minutes.

  Krvavy isn’t sure how to answer her, as she doesn’t know what exactly Thea is even asking, so she just remains silent.

  “Why is this happening to me...?” The noble girl sorrowfully questions. She sounds so tired... so weak... so vulnerable... “What did I do to deserve this...?”

  “Nothing.” Krvavy replies without thinking. “You didn’t do anything. Life is just cruel sometimes.”

  Thea grows tense as she hears the barbarian’s voice. “That is rich coming from you...!” She forces those words out with a bit of fire and aggression in her tone, though she still doesn’t sound quite as adversarial as normal. “You are strong...! You do whatever you desire, not what other people want of you...!”

  “I wasn’t always like this.” Krvavy calmly and honestly states.

  “Do not lie to me!” The noble girl nearly growls, quickly getting herself all worked up. “Even as a child you would have been a giant! Do not speak like you know what it is like to be powerless!”

  The barbarian just sadly shakes her head. “When I was young I only had one person who cared about me. My sister. And I lost her when I was less than half your age. The people who were supposed to protect us, keep us safe... They didn’t.”

  Thea almost scoffs at that. “I do not care about the harsh lives of savages in the frozen north! They do not matter!”

  Krvavy’s whole body tenses as she struggles to hold back her anger as it washes over her in a wave. Grinding her teeth together and clenching her hands into fists, the barbarian reminds herself that Thea doesn’t know about Leanna. The noble girl doesn’t know about her life outside of this game, this world.

  Taking a deep breath, Krvavy continues in a slightly strained voice. “My own mother hated me. She hated her children. We were living proof of her wasted youth. And her... The men she brought home were often worse. I had to leave when I was just a few years younger than you are right now.”

  Thea is quiet for a bit, possibly trying to connect what Krvavy just said to what she knows of the barbarian, mainly her being the daughter of a chieftain. There might be some contradictions in both very vague stories, but Krvavy simply does not care right now.

  After a few minutes of awkward silence and slightly uncomfortable cuddling, the bratty noble speaks up. “What do you want?” She critically asks, seemingly trying to change the topic. “I know that you came over here for a reason, so what do you want?”

  Krvavy isn’t the happiest with her brat right now, so she no longer feels quite so bad about forcing this decision onto Thea. “Remember the choices I gave you? I need your answer now.”

  “W-what choices?” The bratty noble poorly pretends that she doesn’t know what the barbarian is asking about.

  “Rapebait, Fucktoy, or Lovesve.” Krvavy growls, gring down at the girl with harsh eyes. She doesn’t have the patience to let Thea py dumb. “Pick one.”

  Thea purses her lips and gres up at the barbarian as best she can while held tightly in Krvavy’s arms. “I hardly have a choice in the matter, now do I?!” She vehemently breathes out.

  “You know what happens if you don’t decide.”

  “Ugh! Fine! I... I will be your lovesve!” Thea spits back, making that word sound like the vilest of insults, even as the faintest bit of colour tinges her tear-stained cheeks.

  “You’ll have to be able to act the part.” Krvavy dryly points out. She is already seeing the fw in this ‘pn’. But, then again, she always knew that would be an issue.

  “I KNOW!” The noble girl shouts, rolling her eyes in open annoyance. “And I will! On one condition!”

  Krvavy raises an eyebrow at that. “What makes you think that you can negotiate?”

  “Because you want me to pick that!” Thea boldly decres, puffing up her chest as an arrogant air surrounds her. “If you did not care then you would not be giving me so many chances to decide! It is the only choice that requires my consent! You scheming savage! You weighed these so called ‘options’ so heavily as to force me to willingly choose to be your... your lovesve!”

  Narrowing her eyes, Krvavy gres back at the overly confident noble girl in her arms. Thea definitely looks like she is feeling smart right now, but it isn’t like Krvavy was being subtle with these choices. And the barbarian would be lying if she wasn’t curious about what Thea wants in exchange. “What is your condition then?”

  Thea smugly smirks. “If you want me to take on the role of someone who loves you, then we must do it realistically! It takes time to fall in love, so you must slowly woo me! And I will not give unrequited love! You must make an effort to keep me happy and comfortable! In return, I shall treat you as I would have treated my former betrothed: I will act proper and courteous, just as one would expect from a highborn wife, provided that you do the same! That is what I demand of you!”

  Krvavy is intrigued. It is obvious to her that Thea is trying to stall and keep the status quo for as long as she can. Some of what the girl said is rather interesting though...

  “Huh, so...” The barbarian’s bad mood quickly fades away as she sees, and seizes, the perfect chance to tease this cute, if bitchy, girl. “You want to be my wife, huh~?” Her lips curl up as she bares her teeth in a pyfully predatory and quite carnivorous smile. “You could have just asked.”

  “W-what?! N-no! You vile fiend! Never! I...! I was just...!” Thea sputters and stammers, her face flushing bright red as this seems to embarrass her far more than Krvavy expected. “Y-you...! Filthborne beast! Tha–!!”

  Krvavy cuts the girl off with a gentle kiss, causing Thea’s soft-blue eyes to open as wide as possible while her face somehow grow even redder. These st few moments have really raised Krvavy’s mood: the reactions of this bratty girl are just so adorable~!

  Carefully cradling Thea’s chin, Krvavy pulls back. The noble brat is panting heavily, having to catch her breath despite the chasteness of that kiss. It was just lips against lips, no tongue at all, yet it seems to have robbed Thea of her words all the same.

  “I accept your conditions.” Krvavy says with a smile, thumb delicately brushing over the brat’s blushing cheek. “Now... how about we consummate this retionship of ours~?”

  That snaps Thea out of whatever thoughts were clouding her mind, at least partially. “WHAT?!” She shouts in surprise. “But you...! All morning...! With the Orc...! A-and...! We...!?”

  Even though she isn’t finishing those thoughts, Krvavy gets what the girl is trying to say. Krvavy wasn’t horny in the slightest when she came down here to talk to Thea. She was completely spent, and felt like she was done doing anything sexual for the day. But now...

  Krvavy’s overly stiff rod twitches beneath the water, the tip just barely rubbing against Thea’s side. An immense amount of lust is burning deep in her chest. She needs relief, even though she shouldn’t after everything that happened this morning.

  A realization suddenly enters the barbarian’s mind. That lust, that burning need, isn’t in her mind. It isn’t clouding up her thoughts. Oh, she is definitely thinking horny thoughts that she wouldn’t otherwise. But it is her that is thinking them. That simple thing brings immense joy to Krvavy. It is probably just because of how much she got off earlier, but that doesn’t change the fact that she can feel this way without losing control.

  “I-I said that we should t-take it slow!” Thea nervously spits out, snapping Krvavy from her thoughts.

  “Oh, my sweet little princess~!” Krvavy lovingly coos, almost overwhelmed by all these wonderful feelings filling her. “You said that you’d treat me like your betrothed~! That you would be my highborn wife~! We just had our kiss, so lets make this official~!”

  “I-I-I-I-I-I!” Thea stutters and stammers. The bratty noble is completely overwhelmed. She can hardly even get a single sound out, let alone a proper word. And the fact that Krvavy has moved in to gently yer kisses along her neck only makes it harder for her.

  Krvavy so desperately wants to y Thea back and plow into her. To utterly dominate this brat. To cim her. Tame her. Right this instant Krvavy wants nothing more. But, for once, she is in control. And this is Thea’s first time, so it is only right that she makes it something special.

  “Eeeek!” Thea squeaks as Krvavy abruptly stands, scooping the noble girl up and into her arms.

  Krvavy loves the hot springs, but this really isn’t the best pce for Thea to lose her virginity. She is soft and delicate, so unless she stays on top... It is best if the barbarian brings her back to their bedding. They can even continue this teasing rolepy there, as that can be their marriage bed~.

  Stepping out of the water slightly hampers that idea. The two of them are dripping wet, having just been soaking in the hot spring for quite a while. Luckily Thea seems to have brought a sheet down as a towel. Perfect.

  Gently pcing the noble girl on the ground, Krvavy grabs the towel and begins to forcibly dry them both. It isn’t the best at soaking up water, being just a sheet, but it works well enough.

  “W-what are y-you doing?!” Thea shakily sputters, having recovered slightly while Krvavy manhandled her.

  “Put these on, little princess~!” Krvavy ignores her question, instead opting to hand a few pieces of Thea’s scattered lingerie over to her. The stockings are a bit worn down, with slight tears appearing all across them. But even though they aren’t pristine and are hardly even lingerie in the first pce, just seeing them on this noble brat really gets Krvavy worked up.

  Besides, they’re white. Like bridal lingerie~.

  Thea is almost panting, her face still flushed bright red as she shakily slips on her stockings, pulling them up as high as they’ll and letting them squish into her thighs. She reaches for the rest of her underwear before Krvavy suddenly scoops her back up, causing the noble girl to squeal once more. “H-hey! Wh–!?”

  “You won’t be needing those in our marriage bed, my sweet little princess~!” Krvavy lustfully teases, pecking her brat on the lips.

  Thea audibly gulps before stuttering a whole bunch, unable to form even a single word in response.

  Krvavy just smiles as she heads back up to their living area, her stiff cock bobbing in the air with each step. And with each beat of her love-starved heart.

  She can hardly wait to make Thea hers. To fully cim this beautiful brat as her own~.

  Though she can’t help but feel that there is something she is forgetting...