Ch151: Making A Javelin & Taking A Brief Break ♥

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The corners of Krvavy’s lips find themselves curling upwards, her heart fluttering under the bright blue-green gaze ofher sweet berry, those gem-like eyes so full of love and warmth...

She takes a deep breath and steels her resolve, ready to try again.

A lightthrummingsensation emanates from deep within the Drakling as she slowly coaxes mana from her core and guides it into her channels. A task that isn’t nearly as easy to do when not in a meditative state. Especially since she has to ensure it has the right...flavour.

Energy coalesces within the node in her palm, condensing even as Krvavy pauses to get her thoughts in order. She wants ajavelinthis time. A spear perfect for throwing. There should be no branches, leaves, or anything extra on it. Just a straight shaft with a hardened and sharp head. Which should be simple enough.

Her fingers press against the flat part of her bracelet, letting her magic seep into the smooth wood. Krvavy’s brow furrows as she focuses on the vague idea in her mind, slowly and carefully drawing it into reality.

Beryl watches on with pride in her eyes as Krvavy’s fingers wrap around the reddish-brown stemof a growing javelin, tightening not far below the bud of what will soon be its pointed spearhead. Her smile widens and she begins to fidget in place, doing her best to not distract her Draconic lover with any praise, no matter howdeservedit may be.

The javelin grows and grows and grows as the seconds tick on by, its shaft remaining straight and true as it extends further beyond Krvavy’s shifting grip. After an excruciatingly long minute, it finally snaps free.

“Hhaa~!” The tanned Elf sharply exhales, unable ta contain her excitement any longer. “Tha’ isperfect, mydearest love~! Ahknewya could do it~!”

Krvavy bares her carnivorous teeth in a triumphant grin as she holds this new javelin in her hand. It isn’t quite what she imagined. It isbetterthan what she had in mind. The smooth black spearhead has aviolentandcruellook to it, with razor-sharp edges marred by jagged hooks. It would no doubt be an absolutenightmareto pull out of flesh without creating an even worse wound. That might be a bitunnecessaryfor hunting, veering a fair bit into overkill territory, but it isperfectfor combat.

From that thorny spearhead extends a few thin black vines which twist and curl around the reddish-brown shaft as they travel down its length. Those little vines help to solidify the undeniablyedgyappearance of this javelin, looking like black veins bulging out of the seemingly blood-soaked wood. But even beyond theaesthetic, they also add a bit of texture to the otherwise smooth shaft, making it easier to grip.

“Mydearest love, wha’ an imagination ya ‘ave~!” Beryl brightly beams, her gleaming eyes taking in the sight of Krvavy’s new magical weapon with appreciative awe. “This is such abeautifulandimposin’thing ya’ve made~! So fittin’ fer one asmightyandamazin’as yerself~!”

“I... I kind of imagined that it’d be a bit more...basic...” The barbarian idly replies, trailing the fingers of her left hand across the smooth side of that sharp spearhead.

“So yer magic, or yer subconscious, shaped it inta this? Wonder wha’ tha’ says about ya~?” A teasingly giggle escapes past that tomboy’s lips, unable to hide her amused joy. “Wit’ ‘owintricatetha’ is... Ah’d bet it came from a proper spell, aye~?”

Krvavy blinks and brings up her stat sheet once more. “Yup.” She replies with a nod.

Blackbriar Javelin: Nature magic coalesces into the solid form of a sharp spear with a cruel barbed head. Costs at least 50 Mana to form, with additional Mana further increasing the strength of the javelin and/or imbuing it with an increasingly potent toxic sap. Associated attributes = Endurance & Dexterity.

“Whew...!” The tomboyish Elf proudly whistles as the Drakling reads that description aloud. “Tha’ is better than Ah expected! Truly, mydearest love, ya never cease ta impress~...!” A hint of desire, of a longing need, underlines Beryl’s praising words as she leans further forward, chin resting in the palm of her hand and teeth lightly nibbling at her bottom lip. For a second it almost seems as if she is content to stay like that, gazing at her Draconic lover for all eternity, but her curious mind soon sees her attention drawn back to that javelin. “Do ya think tha’ ya could imbue tha’ wit’ the‘toxic sap’right now?” She asks, brow faintly furrowed. “Ah’d like ta see just wha’ tha’ entails...”

“I can try...” Krvavy idly responds, looks down at the javelin in her hand with slightly narrowed eyes. The thought that this thing might have some sort of poison didn’t even cross her mind when she was making it. Though itdoesmake some sense, considering that it wasgrownwith Nature Magic and all... Guess her mind must have subconsciously added that? Not that she is complaining about it.

Havingpoisonous javelinsdefinitely sounds better than just having normal ones. Especially since it is completely optional. They can still be safely used for hunting, no matter what the ‘toxin’ may be.

The barbarian takes a deep breath and... Her fingers suddenly tighten around the reddish-brown wood of this summoned weapon’s shaft as mana soeasilypasses through her channels and into that thing. She wasn’t expecting this to be difficult – it isalwayseasier to cast a spell that she already has – but that still took next to no effort. Was that because she wasn’t casting thewholespell...?

“Ooh!” Beryl gasps in surprise, her eyes shimmering with eager excitement. “It is almost likeblood!”

Krvavy tilts her head in slight confusion before seeing the beads of dark-red sap forming along the barbed spearhead. To be completely honest, it doesn’t look much like blood at all. It is far toodark. Almostblack, really...

“Let’s see wha’ it does~!”

A spike of panic shoots through Krvavy’s heart as her Elf’s hand quickly darts toward the sharp toxin-covered javelin. The barbarian goes tense and her face begins to heat up, her brief fear almost immediately being washed away by embarrassed relief as she sees that Beryl is holding onto a thick clump of moss and isn’t aiming to test those toxins on herself.

“Quite runny fer sap...” The tanned tomboy of an Elf idly comments as she collects some of the dark-red toxins, turning her curious gaze towards the now slightly-soaked moss in her hand. “Ahh...Blackbriar venom... Really should’a guessed tha’ from the name...”

“Venom?” The remnants of Krvavy’s slight panic are fully brushed aside by a new wave of confusion. “Do plants even have venom? I thought that was just an animal thing. Like for snakes. Or spiders.”

“Aye, venomous plants do exist. Ya are ‘oldin’ one. Kind o’.” A faintly playful smile fills Beryl’s face as she gives that littleexplanation. “They’re just aren’t common. Venom is a bit more o’ a...proactivekind o’ poison. Most plants don’t exactly ‘unt.”

“Bit concerning that you saidmostthere.” The Drakling dryly responds, emerald eyes narrowing into almost exaggeratedly suspicious slits.

“Haha~! They don’t get up and chase after prey or anythin’! At least notusually~!” The Wood Elf’s eyes twinkle with a teasing light as she laughs at her Draconic lover’s increasingly cautious glare. “Blackbriar thickets are am-bushpredators, if ya want ta consider them predators at all~! They just sit around, as plants tend ta do, and wait fer somethin’ ta get close enough fer their thorny vines ta grab at!”

“How pleasant.”

“Aye, they’re nasty things. Quite ‘orrible, really...” Beryl’s more serious words trail off as a slight scowl replaces her smile, drawn out by whatever thought or memory this conversation brought to her mind.

“I don’t need to worry about coming across these things, do I?” A tinge of concern enters Krvavy’s tone as she asks that question.

“Not in this part o’ the world, no.” Beryl quickly shakes her head. “As far as Ah’m aware, ya’ll only really find them around the edges o’ where my people live. These thickets may be dangerous weeds tha’ choke the life out o’ everythin’ around them as they endlessly grow, but they make a good and protectivehedgeif properly trimmed and culled.”

“Right...” The barbarian idly responds, her eyes trailing back to the javelin in her hand. “So the venom... what exactly does it do?”

“Oh!” The Wood Elf’s cheeks flush a little as she realizes that they got a bit sidetracked there. “Blackbriar venom is a weak paralytic tha’ makes blood incredibly runny! It’d make a tiny little cut takehours and hoursta stop bleedin’. Should be pretty useful fer ya!”

Thatdoessound like it’ll synergize well with Blood Magic... “Okay. Well. That’s good, I guess. But how do we get rid of this...?” Krvavy cautiously glances at the javelin. It doesn’t look like even a single drop of venom has dripped from the spearhead, but she has also been holding it pretty still... “It feels like a bit of a hazard to just keep it around.”

“Tha’ issimple. We can just toss it in the fireplace.” Beryl leisurely shrugs her shoulders. “Ah can do tha’ right now, if ya’d like?”

“And there’s no issue with burning the venom? I’d rather not fill our home with paralyzing smoke.”

The Wood Elf gently smiles as she carefully grabs onto that weapon’s reddish-brown shaft. “Don’t ya worry about tha’, mydearest love. Burnin’ a Blackbriar thicket ta ash is a fairly common way ta deal wit’ it, especially if ya want ta be respectful ta its prey...”

“Alright.” Krvavy nods her head and letsher Elftake the javelin away.

“Ah’ll be right back!”

“Ugh... What a waste of time this has been...”

Those grumbling words ever so slightly startle Krvavy, causing her head to snap to the side where she sees a rather annoyed looking Thea.

“Did youreallyforget that I was here?” The bratty girl grumpily asks, crossing her armsbeneathher bare breasts. “Hey! Eyes up here!”

Krvavy tries to act like thereisn’ta fair bit of colour in her cheeks as she gets called out for staring, shooting her lovely wife-to-be a rather disarming smile. “Not at all. You were just... uncharacteristically quiet.” She immediately winces as Thea’s lips twist into a scowl. Her choice of words could have been better.

“I wasmeditating!” The silver-blonde brat huffs out, her soft-blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Do you expect me to prattle on and on like thathag of an Elfwhen I am supposed to befocusing!?”

“Ach, Ah take it tha’ ya didn’t ‘ave any luck then?” Beryl suddenly appears behind the noble girl, a faintly playful smile on her lips.

Thea freezes, her face taking its turn to flush with embarrassment. “O-of course not!” She hastily responds, aggressively spinning around to glare at the tomboy. Her braided, silver-blondenearlywhips into that Wood Elf, only missing due to Beryl nimbly dodging out of the way. “What could I possibly get out of listening to instructions on how to make astick?!”

“Oh, Ah don’t know, maybe ya could’a focused more on the wholemovin’ mana around yer channels wit’out needin’ ta meditatepart~?” The tomboyish Elf cheekily replies, gently cupping Thea’s cheek in an almost condescending manner.

“Ugh!” The brat smacks Beryl’s hand aside with an unhappy groan.

“Now now, no need ta be like tha’~!” Beryl continues to lightheartedly tease that girl, her blue-green eyes twinkling rather mischievously as she briefly meets the barbarian’s gaze. “Wha’ about when we talked o’ Wind Magic~? Did ya get anythin’ ‘elpful from all o’ tha’~?”

“A... alittle...” Thea reluctantly responds, turning her head away from the completely naked Wood Elf. “But it was nothing that I could not have done on my own!”

“Still, progress should berewarded~! Don’t ya agree, mydearest love~?”

“Wha–MMPH~!” The bratty girl’s confusion quickly shifts into shock as the tanned Elf’s lips press against her own. Thea’s shoulders slump and tension leaves her body as she unconsciously relaxes into the kiss, though that only lasts a few seconds before she comes back to her senses and realizes what is happening. “AAMPTH!” She makes an odd sputtering noise as she forcibly pushes Beryl off of her. “You! Youhag!”

“Really goin’ ta keep callin’ me tha’~? Even after enjoyin’ a kiss from thishag~?”

“Sh-shut up!” Thea jumps to her feet and takes a step back from the incredibly smug Elf. Her soft-blue eyes briefly dart over to Krvavy, before glancing back towards Beryl with a cruel smile playing at her lips. “Oh Krvavy, myMighty Dragon~!” She coos in an aggressively seductive tone, sashaying over to the barbarian. “I would much rather kissyouthan thatElvish hag~! Wouldn’t you rather kissme, yourfiancée~?”

Krvavy doesn’t get a chance to respond before the brat presses up against her side, those soft lips hovering in front of her own.

“Go on,kiss me~!”

Despite knowingexactlywhat Thea is doing, Krvavy just can’t resist such a tempting offer. Passion and love flow through her body as her lips press against those ofher fiancée, quickly losing herself to this increasingly heated kiss. Her hands trail up Thea’s back, gently stroking the girl’s neck before her fingers begin to slide through silver-blonde hair. Her own skin tingles as Thea’s hands caress across it, fingers stroking where skin meets scale.

Krvavy can almostfeelthe smug aura emanating from her brat and, by instinct, immediately goes to squash it. Her long and inhuman tongue presses into the noble girl’s mouth, taking a moment to lovingly dance along with Thea’s tongue before moving to utterlydominatethe girl.

“Ghhk~!” A barely audible, and slightly choked, gasp of pleasure is drawn out from the bratty girl as her throat begins to visibly distend. She shudders and shivers as she struggles to breath around the Drakling’s thick invading tongue, though the fact that her wet slit is currently grinding against Krvavy’s muscled thigh shows that she doesn’t exactly care about that.

Waves of gentle pleasure wash over the barbarian’s very being, growing more intense as some nimble fingers suddenly wrap partway around her swiftly stiffening shaft, thumb squishing into a semi-flared ridge as the others gently glide up and down the more sensitive underside. A pair of pert breasts soon press against her other side.

“Make tha’ bratyer bitch, mydearest love~...!” A seductive coo whispers into the Drakling’s ear as Beryl gently nibbles at its pointed tip. “Show tha’ brat ‘er place~...! Overwhelm ‘er wit’ yer lust and yer love~...!”

“Ghhnmk~!” An intense tremor rolls through the bratty girl’s body as her attempts to breathe become even more shaky. Electric tingles of pure bliss spread from her fingers and into Krvavy’s skin as she trails one hand down her Draconic lover’s well-defined abs while the other heads in the opposite direction.

“Wha’ anaughty brat~...! Not playin’ fa–aaihr~!” The tanned tomboy quickly buries her head into the crook of Krvavy’s neck as she lets out a husky moan, doing her best to not deafen anyone with her pleasured shouts. “Fine~! Iftha’if ‘ow ya want taplay~!”

Krvavy’s tongue continues to wiggle around in her silver-blonde brat’s constricting throat, their lips still mashing together in an intensely passionate kiss. The haze of lust clouding her mind grows stronger as Thea’s lewd magic feeds into it, causing her to nearly miss the sensation of Beryl’s petite breasts sliding down her side.

“Mwah~! Mmwah~! Mwaah~!” The sound of exaggeratedly wet kisses fills the air, competing with Thea’s choked moans. The Elf’s lips leave a trail of love across Krvavy’s body, brushing aside the brat’s hand as she makes her way down towards her prize.

A euphoric ecstasy swirls through Krvavy’s pleasure-addled mind, her lips and long tongue heating up with an unnatural lust. Thea’s delicate hands grope at her big and bare breasts with a near mindless fervour, those kneading fingers sinking into pale skin and the firm flesh beneath, sending out shocks of magical arousal with each desperate squeeze.

The Drakling’s dick throbs in need as Beryl’s lips press against one of its ridges. Lewd magic surges through the stiff shaft as a nimble tongue trails up its length, accompanied by dexterous and dancing fingers. The barbarian’s hefty sack clenches up against her body just as the Elf’s lips wrap around her cockhead, gently suckling at its sensitive tip.

“Hnngh~!” Krvavy’s already hazy mind goes utterly blank, even thethoughtof conscious thought buried beneath an intense amount of bliss. Ecstatic pleasure utterly overwhelms the Drakling. Each sweet sensation that she is lucky enough to experience begins to overlap with the next, this bliss she is blessed with blending together as time becomes meaningless. The first spurt of her thick seed that fills Beryl’s mouth mixes with the final, muddled together with the countless few in between. The four groping hands pawing at her breasts and cock seem to cover her entire body as tingles of lewd magic sweep through her skin and scales.

Without even realizing it, Krvavy’s lips have separated from those of her brat, fingers still locked firmly in Thea’s silver-blonde hair. The faintest hint of concern pangs at her heart as she seesher fiancée’sflushed and slightly purple face, those soft-blue eyes rolled back in the girl’s head.

Erotic gasps and choked moans fill the air as the Drakling’s inhuman tongue slithers out of that brat’s mouth, its tapered and tentacle-like lengthpoppingfree from the suction of the lewd girl’s lips. Thea’s own tongue lolls out a little, wiggling in the cool air as if looking for its lost partner.

That sight sends fresh waves of pleasure through the barbarian’s body, washing away her concern. It only took akissto leave the girl in this state. Well, a kiss along with some throat fucking using her long Draconic tongue, but still!

“Mhmm~!” Beryl suddenly jumps up and enters Krvavy’s lust-addled vision, her cheeks bulging as cum dribbles down her chin and from her nose. A mischievous glint shines in her slightly glassy eyes as she moves quicker than Krvavy can react, pressing her mouth up against Thea’s parted lips.

“Ackk–mhnn~!” The bratty girl briefly chokes before her instincts take control, returning the Elf’s affection and hungrily sharing her generousgift. Both Thea and Beryl audibly gulp down their love’s thick and creamy cum, sharing the load between an eager kiss.

Pleasured tingles still rock through Krvavy’s body, but without a direct source of physical stimulation she gradually comes back to her senses. For the most part, at least. She can’t help but nibble on her bottom lip as she takes in the beautiful sight in front of her, the kiss between two of her loves continuing even after her seed has all been swapped and swallowed.

The barbarian’s brow furrows in slight confusion as she finds herself reaching down to her hip, trying to grab at something that isn’t there. She abruptly freezes as she realizes just what she was doing. Krvavy was trying to reach for her phone, so that she could take a picture or a video of what is happening right in front of her. The only issue is that she doesn’t have a phone. Krvavy hasneverhad a phone.Leannadid, but...

“Mmnnnh~!” A lewdly muffled moan draws the Drakling’s attention back towards her two girls, providing a welcome distraction.

“Mwah~!” Beryl pulls back from the kiss with an exaggeratedly playful noise, having to firmly hold onto Thea’s hair to keep the lust-drunk brat from following after her. “Ahloveseein’ ya~...Haah~...!Seein’ yagive intapleasure like this~...!” She seductively coos, lewdly licking a little bit of cum from Thea’s chin. “Let’s me enjoy yer beauty without needin’ ta suffer yer attitude~...! Don’t ya agree, mydearest love~?”

“I... Hah~!” Krvavy laughs at the absurd yet erotic scene in front of her. The noble girl’s flushed face is filled with arousal, those soft-blue eyes staring blankly ahead while her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “You know that Iloveher brattiness~!”

“Aye, but don’t ya lovethiseven more~?” The Wood Elf playfully wonders as she shoves the pleasure-drunk girl towards Krvavy. “Don’t ya lovebreakin’tha’ bratty attitude~?”

Theathumpsagainst the Drakling, her moans muffled slightly as she instinctively buries her face between the barbarian’s big breasts. Aftershocks of ecstasy continue to shoot through her shuddering body as she still struggles to breath, constantly gasping for air.

Rather than respond to that, Krvavy simply wraps her arms around the normally bratty girl, running her fingers through Thea’s slightly sweat-dampened silver-blonde hair.

“Ach, ‘ere Ah am tryin’ ta tease ya.” Beryl slowly sighs out, smiling gently as she leans against Krvavy’s side, wrapping her arms around both barbarian and brat. “Ah know tha’ ya love ‘er fer who she is. Ah know tha’ ya love me fer who Ah am. Just as we love ya, mydearest love~.”

A genuine smile plays across Krvavy’s lips as she leans ever so slightly to the side, squishing her cheek into the top of Beryl’s head. “I really do~...” She sighs so happily and with boundless love in her voice, breathing in the scent ofher sweet berry. “I do love you two~... I love you all~...”

The tanned Elf plants a gentle kiss on Krvavy’s collarbone, before giggling quietly to herself. “Ya know~... Now would be aperfecttime ta ask a certain question~...!”

“Hm, do you really think so~? Because I’m notquitesure~...”

“Ach, don’t ya tease me!” Beryl forcibly taps on her Draconic lover’s back, not willing to break their hug or pull back even a little.

“But Iloveteasing my girls~!” Krvavy joyously laughs at that wonderful tomboy’s exaggerated (but also rather real) annoyance. “And if you want to bemy wifethen you’ll need to get used to that~! So I think I’ll make yousuffera little longer~!”

“Are yatryingta kill me, mydearest love!?” The Elf’s protest is immediately undermined by her own gleeful giggles, which she tries to muffle with a few more kisses planted on Krvavy’s collarbone and chest.

The Drakling’s heart flutters as she returns thatassault, nuzzling into Beryl’s bark-brown hair.