“How right, how right~!”
Krvavy stifles a tired sigh as so noblewoman that she doesn’t rember the na of chatters away with Lady Dariya. A whole lot of words are spoken, but nothing is actually being said. It is all just pointless prattling...
Doing her best to not look absolutely bored out her mind, the Drakling decides to distract herself by grabbing one of the little treats from a nearby table, barely giving that chocolatey cube a glance before popping it past her lips. Which she quickly cos to regret, her sharp teeth cracking through its sweet shell and sinking into a gooey bit of gel that faintly tastes of roses. The flavour is alright, but the feeling of sticky little bits clinging onto the gaps between her teeth...
A tinge of annoyance plucks at the back of her brain as she tips her drink back and subtly swishes that fizzy liquid around in her mouth. Her throat tingles a little as she swallows it down.
In all honesty, this party has been a complete waste of Krvavy’s ti.
She just doesn’t have the social skills for this. She can barely keep up with the conversation, constantly finding that everyone has moved on by the ti she has sothing to add. So trying to pry even a bit of intel out of these people is completely beyond her ability. They’re all talking about what they want to talk about, not what she wants to hear.
Over the past couple of hours, Krvavy has barely spoken to anyone. And most of what she has said has been variations of the sa thing over and over again. She has introduced herself countless tis. She has repeatedly told the few hunting stories she has to those who demanded to hear about them. And she has had to constantly explain her choice of clothing.
That was a little awkward at first, but after a certain point Krvavy kind of just stopped caring. What started with clumsy attempts to defend her skimpy outfit has long since beco a rather solid, if simple, excuse to justify her mildly exposed state: Krvavy is a rcenary, and putting her muscles on display like this helps to show her qualifications. Though no matter how convincing that explanation may be, it hasn’t kept her free from being judged.
It turns out that wearing a slightly slutty outfit ans that a bunch of the won here, especially the more prudish ones, will treat her like a slut. Who knew...
“Hahaha~!” Sharp, trilling laughter pierces into the Drakling’s ears, adding to the slight pressure growing inside her head. “He must have been furious~!”
But, to be honest, getting the occasional bit of disdain directed her way isn’t too bad. It is better than having to deal with those who treat her as nothing more than an exotic oddity, at least. Krvavy is very much not a people person, and she quite likes her personal space. So it is beyond annoying when various spoiled nobles repeatedly ask to touch her scales and horns. Or her tail. Or abs... And it is worse when they don’t ask but still touch her anyway.
It is easier and nicer to be around the nobles, or whatever, who are clearly prejudiced against anyone as inhuman as she. Those people just speak curtly and do their best to quickly excuse themselves or shoo her away, giving her plenty of room to breathe in the anwhile. Unfortunately, that sort of person definitely seems to be in the minority here. Which... is actually a good thing, she supposes...?
“Your presence is requested elsewhere.” Those cold and unwelcoming words snap the Drakling from her thoughts, drawing her attention back over her shoulder.
Standing there, just a few steps away, is a maid. An incredibly stereotypical maid, wearing a long black dress with a pristine white apron layered atop it. There is even a frilly headband resting on her head, right in front of a neatly bound bun of stark white hair. But if it weren’t for that uniform, then Krvavy wouldn’t dare to assu that she is even a servant.
Because, unlike all of the other servants that the barbarian has interacted with so far, this one looks very... hostile. A pair of pale pinkish eyes glare up at Krvavy from behind the lenses of so rather thick glasses, full of malice and hate. Her thin brow is quite heavily furrowed, her nose slightly scrunched, her lips pressed into a thin line. A scowl fills this girl’s extrely pale face, frad perfectly by her long sidelocks and straight cut bangs.
The very unhappy expression on this maid’s face darkens as the Drakling smiles ever so slightly. She... reminds Krvavy of Thea. She is a similar height to that lovely brat, if a little taller, and looks to be a similar age, if a couple years older. And she looks just as murderous, in the sa hard to take serious way.
“Your presence is requested elsewhere,” the apparently albino maid icily repeats, “follow.” With that she abruptly turns around on the spot, the frilly hem of her long dress almost gliding across the floor as she hastily begins crossing the expansive room. Her footsteps are utterly silent. Or at least it seems that way, with the music and various other sounds around.
Krvavy briefly glances at the small group of still chattering noblewon, before shaking her head and stepping away. None of them seem to notice her disappearance, continuing to talk amongst themselves as the Drakling follow after that miserable maid.
“Right this way.” A rather venomous gaze is directed towards the Drakling as she can’t help but slow down a little, looking at a landscape painting hanging on the wall.
They’ve been walking around for quite a while already, going from one hallway to another and then another again and even climbing more than one set of stairs in between all of that. If it wasn’t for the fact that this maid clearly doesn’t want to spend any more ti than is necessary near her, then Krvavy would think that she is being led in circles...
Without a word, the aggressive albino maid abruptly turns to the side and pushes open a door, impatiently gesturing for the Drakling to head inside.
Krvavy raises an eyebrow as she steps into so sort of office. Or perhaps a reading room, judging by the overburdened bookshelves that line the walls. Off to the side is a large, but empty, fireplace with a couple comfortable chairs sitting beside it. Near the center of the room sits an ornate wooden desk, its top completely bare and free from even a speck of dust.
No one else is in here.
“Through there.” The cold maid points to one of the doors nestled between a pair of tall bookshelves set against the far wall. She crosses her arms and waits for the barbarian get a move on, blocking off the way they ca in.
Silence hangs heavy in the air as Krvavy slowly makes her way across the room, doing her best to co across as calm rather than cautious. A few paranoid thoughts flit through her mind. She has allowed herself to be isolated from everyone else at the party. No one knows where she is. Well, no one except for this maid. A maid who is far from friendly. Her scaled fingers lightly wrap around the handle to the door she was directed towards. She can’t help but glance back over her shoulder. The aggressive albino looks even more annoyed than before, even more hateful and murderous.
Krvavy turns the knob. The door cracks open, silently swinging inwards and forcing her to stretch further forwards. A sweet but subdued scent fills her nose, wafting out of the utter darkness of the room beyond. Taking a deep breath and mustering her will, she steps through the doorway.
Dozens of small purple flas flicker to life as various candles and sticks of incense scattered throughout the room begin to burn, illuminating a huge four-poster bed resting directly ahead.
“I am so glad you could make it~!” Shivers run down the Drakling’s spine as those warm words are moaned out in such an incredibly sensual way. She hardly even notices the door click shut behind her. “Co~! Co and join ~!”
It takes a good few seconds for Krvavy’s mind to reboot itself, caught off guard by the difference between her own anxious expectations and the apparent reality before her. The sheer eroticism dripping from Rina’s beautiful voice also didn’t help.
It would... it would seem that the Countess wasn’t just acting flirty earlier...
A silhouetted figure moves behind the sheer fabric curtains of that grand bed, appearing to crawl across the expansive mattress beyond. “See that bottle on the dresser beside you~? Drink the contents of it, please~. It is a potion that will ensure you are clean and free of illnesses, so that we may continue on with our night~!”
Still in a bit of a daze, the Drakling grabs that bottle and... has the presence of mind to use Inspect on the thing. It is indeed what the Countess says it is. Krvavy lightly shakes her head, tempted to laugh at her own paranoia. With a light shrug, she pops the cap off that bottle and brings it up to her lips, downing the flavourless liquid within.
“Now, undress for , oh mighty warrior~!”
That seductive request snaps Krvavy out of her aroused compliance. Her cheeks heat up as she realizes just what she and Rina are likely to do together tonight. “Uh... Shouldn’t we talk a bit first...?”
“Oh~?” The Countess’ silhouette perks up. “How cute~! I did not take you for a shy one~!” She playfully coos from behind the curtain.
“No, uh...” Krvavy hesitates slightly before making an incredibly obvious guess. “You like won, right?”
“Of course, hence why I brought you here~! And I could tell you desired as well~! Why, you looked at with more lust than most n do~! I...” That warm and lively voice pauses for the briefest mont. “I hope you are not getting cold feet?”
“No, but...” The Drakling sighs and shakes her head, deciding to simply lift her decorative loincloth up and bluntly get to the point. “I’m not... entirely a woman.”
No response cos for a few excruciatingly long seconds. Krvavy nervously nibbles on the inside of her cheek.
“Ahh...” The Countess finally makes a noise. “I... Huh. I have not had a faux pas in years... So I suppose you have sothing to be proud about.”
A bit of surprise passes through Krvavy, as the Countess doesn’t sound even a little upset. She simply seems... contemplative.
“I had read that a Drakling’s sex could be determined by the direction their horns point in, the males forward and the females backswept.” Rina idly explains, speaking in a rather plain, albeit still quite alluring, tone. “I had thought that to be incorrect upon seeing you: much of the information in that particular source seed... dubious at best. I had simply assud...”
“Well...” Krvavy hesitantly replies, finding herself thinking all the way back to... the character creator. She can’t recall having a single option for having backwards facing horns. At least not after she chose to change her sex away from female... “That isn’t exactly wrong...”
“Oh? Are you considered a male amongst your race?” The Countess curiously asks.
“No. There are normal male and female Draklings. I’m just... kind of in the middle...?” Krvavy nervously bites her bottom lip, unsure how to really say any of this. “I am... I suppose the word would be hermaphrodite. But that isn’t really accurate. I don’t have... womanly parts down there.”
“How interesting.” Rina replies, sounding genuinely intrigued.
“Huh?” The barbarian blankly blinks. “You... don’t mind that?”
“It... is complicated.” The Countess sighs back, her delicate hand pushing through the sheer curtains. “Here, why don’t you sit down? Make yourself comfortable.”
Krvavy is briefly stunned upon seeing the half-Elf woman, though she quickly shakes that off to go sit at the edge of the bed. But, try as she might, it is difficult to ignore Rina’s beauty. Especially in her current half-dressed state.
The Countess is still wearing her jewellery and those lacy sleeved gloves, but her dress is gone and in its place is a tight black corset – different from the one she was wearing before – that hardly covers her slim midsection. A pair of garters reach down from the corset, attaching to so matching black lace stockings that squish her supple thighs in such a wonderful way. Beyond that she is completely naked, her hairless slit uncovered and her large breasts left completely bare.
“It is not the most well-kept secret that I prefer the company of woman over n.” Rina sighs once more, sliding her alluring stocking clad legs off the bed as she sits beside the barbarian. “I do keep my proclivities as subtle as I can, but word gets out and such rumours are enhanced by my... reluctance for marriage.”
A soft sigh whispers through the air, tense and tired.
“I bear many responsibilities,” the Countess continues on, “and I do not want my death to result in a destructive struggle for power. Yet I still delay finding a suitor and producing an heir. To my detractors I point out the many, many more fertile years ahead which my Elvish heritage provides, and I say that I do not want to outlive a spouse or my own children by such a margin. But the truth is...” She leans backwards, palms pressing into her silken bedsheets as her back arches, her surprisingly puffy nipples standing tall in the soft light of her private chambers. “The truth is simply that I cannot help but feel disgust and repulsion when imagining myself having relations with a man.”
Krvavy can’t help but feel surprised at the level of honesty the Countess is displaying with this unexpected confession. She has absolutely no idea how to respond. A part of her wants to put an arm around the beautiful Moon Elf’s shoulders to comfort the woman, but another part of her feels that might be a bit too forward. So, she simply sits there awkwardly, hands clasped together in her lap.
“Why... why are you telling this?”
“You are an outsider.” The Countess easily replies, letting her black painted lips curl into a faintly wry smile. “This may be the only ti you grace my court. I can vent freely to you, and even if you speak of what I say here, no one would believe your word over mine. But that isn’t all. I can close my eyes and imagine your manly mber. Without feeling repulsed as I normally would. Perhaps it is due to your more womanly appearance? Or perhaps it is simply a result of my mind not quite grasping what you are? Would you mind taking it out and showing it to ?”
The Drakling simply stares at the half-Elf beside her. Her mouth opens and closes a few tis before a sound can co out. “What?” She confusedly questions, unsure if she heard the Countess correctly.
“Haha~!” Rina’s subdued giggles ring through the air like gentle chis, the amusent in those soft sounds serving only to enhance her beauty... “If you would kindly undress for ~? To sate my curiosity and ease my woes~?”
Krvavy is on her feet before she even realizes it.
Her cheeks burn ever brighter as she reaches behind her neck, pulling at the bow that secures her top in place. She nearly lets it drop down, but catches herself before she lets go of the verdant green fabric. It doesn’t feel quite right to just unceremoniously undress, but she definitely isn’t graceful enough to make a show of it either...
Taking a deep breath, the barbarian brings her other hand up and brushes the skimpy fabric aside, baring one breast before the other. Raising both arms, she pulls the top up and off of her body, placing it atop a dresser off to the side.
A pair of athyst eyes watch her every move, attentive and amused.
Reaching down, Krvavy undoes the little clasps securing her decorative loincloth to the tal rings, before dropping it onto the sa dresser. The dark leather clings tightly to her legs and to her crotch, leaving the very prominent bulge of her package visible even in this dim, purplish light. Lifting one leg up behind her, bending it back at the knee, Krvavy pulls at the lacing and undoes the bow bound near her ankle, before repeating that for her other leg.
Feeling a little uncertain, the Drakling’s hands fumble with her belt, roughly undoing the buckle and leaving both ends hanging on either side of her crotch. Hesitating slightly, her fingers slowly pull at the laces straining above her bulge, gradually loosening them enough to reveal her plain white underwear.
In one last move, Krvavy’s thumbs slide down her hips, hooking into the waistband and pushing the last bit of her clothing down her legs. Shaking her inhuman feet, the Drakling steps out of her pants. A wave of embarrassnt washes over her as she stands before this elegant noblewoman, completely and utterly naked. Her semi-stiff shaft twitches and throbs just a bit.
“You did not need to take your top off, or even undress completely~.” Rina’s beautiful voice gently dances through the room, the faintest hint of laughter hidden in her playful tone. “But I am not complaining~. Now... If you would kindly step forwards and give a better look?”
“Hnn~!” Krvavy quietly gasps as the Moon Elf’s bright pink finger glances across her Draconic dick, causing it to pulse in ti with her heart, growing a little larger as it stiffens even more.
“Hmm...” Rina’s warm breath caresses across Krvavy’s cock as she leans dangerously close to that throbbing thing. “It definitely doesn’t look like a Human penis... Not entirely, at least... I... Hmm...” Her vibrant athyst eyes suddenly snap up towards the Drakling’s face, her lips curling into a genuine smile. “Congratulations, Krvavy. I do not find your penis repulsive. Though, before you get your hopes up, I should add that that does not an I find it attractive. I could not say that the sight of it arouses . I simply do not see it as a... as a turn off.”
“Really?” The barbarian asks a little too quickly, unable to hide her growing excitent. Her heart beats a bit quicker, anticipation welling up within it.
A surprisingly sensual smirk appears on the half-Elf’s graceful face. “Oh~? Eager, are you~? Quite the libido you have, if simply being told that I see your shaft in the sa light as a similarly shaped toy is enough to excite you~! By all ans, take as much pleasure in this as you desire~! But do not get ahead of yourself: I am not done my investigation just yet, so please be patient with ~.”
“Hhhhh~...!” Krvavy sharply inhales as those delicate pink fingers wrap around her Draconic dick, giving it a gentle squeeze before slowly sliding down her length.
The Countess focuses her entire attention onto the stiff shaft in front of her, carefully caressing each ridge from tip to base. Her touch is... inquisitive and analytical. Curious. She is exploring this inhuman appendage, not attempting to provide it any pleasure.
Yet... Each faint motion sends gentle jolts of pleasure arcing through Krvavy’s cock all the sa. Those hands are so soft and delicate... So warm... Each soft squeeze and kneading poke causes the barbarian’s heart to beat faster, her every breath becoming shallower than the last...
“Your... unique shape makes this a little difficult.” Rina idly states as her hand begins to move back up the Drakling’s dick, her fingers bumping into each ridge along the way. “I imagine it makes intercourse much more intense though... But imagination is where that thought must stay. Even if it weren’t for your intimidating size, that particular activity is decidedly off the table. Rules are rules, no matter how silly they may be.”
“Silly?” Krvavy sighs out the question, enjoying the inexperienced but far from clumsy handjob that this beautiful woman is giving her.
“Yes. Silly.” The Countess clicks her tongue as a slight bit of annoyance tinges her face. “I understand wanting won to be ‘moral’ and not have premarital sex, but it is the loopholes in those rules which I find to be ridiculous. The relations I have with other won is one such loophole, as that doesn’t taint the sacrosanctity of any future marriage I may have, even if it is not looked upon in the kindest of lights.”
The barbarian’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, her eyelids drooping halfway down.
“Another loophole would be the fact that I could create a replica of your penis and have it penetrate , which would not break the rules as it is not a real penis.” The Countess lightly shakes her head, a wry smile playing at her painted lips. “In fact, I do not have a physical maidenhood due to that exact reason. I am no stranger to the use of such toys, though none I have are as large as your mber. Had you not a penis of your own, I may even have asked you to use so of them on tonight.”
The pink-skinned woman’s soft hand continues to deliberately pump along Krvavy’s cock as she talks, keeping a rather slow and relaxed pace fit for this fairly casual conversation.
“You have a... collection of these toys then~?”
“Yes, I do~.” Rina’s brilliant athyst eyes gaze up at Krvavy, glimring like the night sky. “It is not every day in which I can find a beautiful woman to play with, to help sate my lustful inclinations~. And yes, I do see the hypocrisy in enjoying such toys while being repulsed by the real versions, but tonight we are learning that my disgust is from what – or perhaps it is more apt to say who – those mbers are attached to rather than the penises themselves. In fact, I am starting to see the appeal of having a partner with this variety of endownt, albeit indirectly. Your shaft itself still does nothing for , but the reactions I can draw forth from handling it... Mm~! Those are quite enjoyable~.”
Krvavy stifles a gasp as the Countess’ delicate fingers tightly squeeze down around the base of her shaft. A smirk appears on Rina’s face as she abruptly lets go of that ridged rod.
The Drakling’s dick bobs in the warm air, almost as if protesting its sudden neglect, but that does nothing to draw the half Moon Elf woman’s attention back to it. Instead, those delicate pink fingers begin to gently trail towards the hefty sack hanging beneath it.
“Huh, you truly don’t have any womanly parts down here...” The Countess quietly comnts, speaking more to herself as she lifts up the barbarian’s balls to peek past them. “You are quite the intriguing specin, Krvavy~.” Rina playfully states as her fingers begin to gently massage those virile orbs. “My more scholarly side wants to learn what I can about your kind, about how soone like you could co to be. Were it not for this penis, and I suppose those horns of yours, I would never have guessed you were anything but a normal woman... Or at least a normal Drakling woman.”
Krvavy isn’t quite sure how to respond to that, but luckily for her she doesn’t even get the chance to.
Rina leans even further forwards, nearly slipping off the edge of her bed. She grasps at the colossal cock hovering in front of her and, without warning, plants a gentle kiss at its very tip. A thin string of slick pre connects the Countess’ lips to that swollen cockhead, snapping as she pulls back just a bit too far.
The barbarian’s brain briefly shuts off. She hardly even registers the wet black marks that serve as proof of that quick kiss. But even then... Krvavy isn’t sure if she imagined that or not.
“Hahaha~!”
The sound of genuine giggling laughter snaps the Drakling from her daze, though she is still a little stunned by the fact that those pink-skinned hands are gently trailing along her length again.
“Your reactions are just adorable~!” The Countess coos in clear joy. “You are surprisingly bashful for a woman with such an intimidating appearance~! I very much doubt this is your first ti, yes? So do you simply find that attractive~?”
Krvavy audibly swallows as her words catch in her throat, finding herself unable to answer with anything more than a nod.
An honest smile fills Rina’s face as she gazes up into the Drakling’s erald eyes. “I believe that I am done my investigation now.” She states, her own eyes twinkling quite playfully. “We both had certain expectations when you stepped into this room, so how about we look to fulfill them~? Just a bit of harmless fun between two adults~? Actual intercourse is off the table, of course, but there is still plenty that we can get up to together~! Are you up for that~?”
The Drakling eagerly nods her head, her ears filled with the musical sounds of the Countess’ flirtatious laughter.
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