Evening Pleasures
Garrick sat on the edge of the large, elegant bed. At his hostess’ suggestion to get comfortable while she changed into something more suitable for the evening’s activities, the dwarf had lost no time in removing his entire wardrobe. After all, his tunic and britches were so dirty that he would have felt awkward sitting on her furniture with such soiled clothing.
The short, curly, red hair generously sprinkled across his chest, and the thick, red bush around his manhood paired with his wild mane, eyebrows, and beard to mark his three main attractions. Cradling his head in the palms of his hands, Garrick laid back on the perfumed sheets as he took in all the subtle details of his hostess’ bedroom.
The bed, a queen-size, was complete with a rich, maroon, velvet canopy. Sheer white drapes hung drawn back on either side of the mattress. The main comforter matched the color of the canopy, and was accented with gold thread that ran along the hem of the blanket as it traced several fanciful designs. The bed frame itself, was a dark, rich, mahogany wood. There were a generous six down pillows, each covered in a white pillowcase arranged along the head of the bed. Garrick, who often fell asleep in his mine with only rubble for a headrest, was very much looking forward to trying these out!
A nightstand to the right of the bed had a slow burning oil lamp sitting atop its polished surface. A white doily sat under the lamp to keep the brass base from scratching the wood. To the left of the bed, sitting against the adjoining wall, sat a mahogany dresser. A small oval mirror, hung on the wall above it. Across the top of the dresser were a few small silver and brass jewelry cases. Garrick was curious what fanciful baubles might lie within, but politely refrained from satisfying his curiosity.
A painting of a lovely woman, reclining on a couch, fully naked with a bowl of fruit next to her hung from the wall opposite the grand bed. Garrick found the art very much to his liking, and upon climbing off the bed, walking over, and inspecting the woman in the painting closer, felt quite sure it was his hostess so displayed on the wall. This aroused the dwarf’s curiosity all the more as he scrutinized the bare beauty carefully, hoping to get a sneak-peek at the feminine goods he would get to sample tonight.
Her Auburn hair, lightly tousled, cascaded luxuriously down her back to pool about her elbow that propped her up as she reclined. Her ample bosom sported large, luscious areola that rimmed delicious pert nipples. Garrick couldn’t help but smile at the painting as he imagined lustily stuffing his mouth with them as he sucked the hard! Her toned undulating abs sported a dainty, cute navel and then continued down to her loins, where her top hand carefully concealed her secret garden. To this Garrick sighed aloud. He would have liked to get a first glimpse of the forbidden fruits me might taste tonight, but the suspense only added to the desire!
“Do you like what you see?”
Garrick turned to find his hostess, now wearing only a short, light pink silk robe, it barely passing her crotch, was standing in the door way.
“Aye lass! Tis a most wondrous sight to me eyes!” Garrick acknowledged with a grin. “Is it ye?” The dwarf couldn’t help but notice his hostess had let down her hair and its current appearance nearly matched the painting exactly!
His hostess smiled and blushed slightly. “It is, though I was younger then. One of my clients was an artist of some renown and painted it during one of our appointments.”
“Yer just as beautiful now as ye was then,” Garrick complimented his hostess.
“Well aren’t you the charmer!” the woman beamed back with a sultry look. “What shall I call you my evening lover?”
“They call me Garrick!” He stated puffing out his chest and he put his fists on his hips.
“It’s a pleasure, Garrick,” his hostess returned as she let her eyes wander down his thick, hairy chest, over his barrel belly, and down to his wild, red bush from which his manhood peeked out as it hung quite turgid even in its soft state. “Or at least it will be,” she added softly as she slightly bit the corner of her lip.
Garrick heard her subtle, seductive comment and merely grinned broader still.
“I am Demora, and I’m delighted to entertain you tonight,” she stated with a sensual wink. “Now if you’ll follow me, I’ve drawn up a bath for you. I thought you might enjoy one before we get to the—main activities of the evening.”
Garrick, being a dwarf, was quite used to dirt, mud, and grim and would have happily skipped the bath to continue on with the ‘main activities’. However, he mentally conceded Demora might prefer him cleaner before they got into the throes of passionate love-making, and so resigned himself to the chore of washing up.
“Sure lass, I’ll follow ye anywhere!” Garrick answered as his hostess led him through a long hallway. The dwarf noted the decorations and décor of the house were quite opulent. Porcelain vases, China figurines, crystal candelabras, it was all high-class wares.
“Here we are,” Demora purred.
Garrick returned his gaze forward to find a washroom with a large golden tub in the center. The tub was filled with hot, soapy water, the steam rising off its foamy surface. A couple of short wooden stools, and shallow wood bowls sat next to the tub and held towels, scrub brushes, and soap. The tiled floor dipped down slightly toward the center of the room where a steel grate sat beneath the tub.
Along one wall was a basin atop a chest of drawers to the side of which sat hairbrushes and combs. Against the opposite wall was a set of cupboards and shelves lined with more towels of various sizes.
“Climb on in, darling” Demora cooed as she motioned to the tub.
Garrick walked over to the tub and stuck a finger in to test the water. It was hot, but not so much as to be unpleasant. Garrick took a deep breath as he prepared to hop in. He was none too fond of water, unless he was drinking it.
SLAP!
A sudden sharp sting across his buttocks brought the dwarf out of his reverie causing him to stand straight up!
“Come, come, dear. I can’t wash you until you get in,” Demora teased as she gave the dwarf a second, though lighter spank.
Upon hearing this, Garrick quickly clambered over the tub’s edge keen to plunge into the warm water! Sure the dwarf was no fan of bathing, but if Demora was going to wash him—well that was an entirely different matter! In his eagerness to climb in, Garrick slipped and tumbled into the bath creating a large splash as he fully submerged into the warm, soapy depths.
Coming up soaking wet, the fiery red-haired dwarf sputtered and gasped for air, while he wiped soapsuds and his own hair from his eyes. Just as he managed to blurrily see again, Garrick felt a gloriously soft sensation press against the back of his head as he felt silken arms embrace him from behind. Velvet fingers sensuously slid across his hairy chest as they began to glide in spiraling circles around his nipples. Glancing at the tile, Garrick saw a discarded light pink, silk robe carelessly dropped on the floor. Looking over his shoulder Garrick caught a glimpse of Demora’s seductively smiling face before his vision was blinded with a sensually, soft breast smothered his face.
“Mmmmm! Your muscular, hairy chest feels so strong, darling!” Demora murmured as she reveled in fondling the dwarf’s thick pectorals. She grinned naughtily as she let her spiraling fingers slink lower and lower, gliding down and around the dwarven belly and curling under to finally rest and wrap around his rapidly engorging shaft. “Oh my!” she exclaimed as she felt its girth increase to nearly the size of a cucumber. “Dwarves are fat and thick everywhere, aren’t they?” she cooed as she bit her lower lip in lustful anticipation.
Garrick chuckled. “Dwarven shafts are always broad and wide,” he returned. “We are the kings of mining after all!” he joked.
“Mmmmm! I can’t wait to test this claim out for myself,” Demora seductively teased back as she groped the dwarf’s stones with one hand and sensuously slid her other up and down his thick, girthy drill. Only to abruptly stop as she declared, “However, your bath comes first!”
“We don’t have to—“ Garrick started.
With one swift motion Demora picked up an empty wooden bowel, filled it with hot bath water and dumped it over the dwarf’s head! Then while Garrick again sputtered as he cleared the hair from his eyes, Demora picked up a soap bar, rubbed it across her ample bosom building a heavy lather, and finally tossed the soap aside as she enfolded the fiery redhead with her breasts. Covering her nipples as she cupped her girls, Demora began to undulate them up and down, back and forth, across the dwarf’s hairy head.
While Garrick was initially about to protest being drown a second time, upon receiving this heavenly service, he shut-up, closed his eyes, and basked in the sublime feeling of having a woman’s pillowy soft fruits rubbed across his head! Demora’s mammaries felt like fluffy clouds next to the rocks Garrick so often slept on.
“Yer breasts feel like angelic clouds against me head!” the dwarf sighed in utter contentment.
Demora giggled. “So kind of you to say, my dwaven gentleman! I take it my breasts are satisfactory, then?”
“Satisfactory?” the dwarf chuckled. “They’re straight from heaven for sure!”
Demora smirked. “Flattering of you to compare them with such lofty praise, but I prefer to get devilish and dirty, darling!” With that, she again grabbed the wooden bowl and doused her ample bosom and the dwarf’s head both in a waterfall of warm water.
While the dwarf cleared his fiery locks from his eyes for a third time, Demora slipped deep into the bath water, till only her neck and head were still above its foamy surface.
“Stand up and turn around, my dear Garrick,” Demora commanded the dwarf.
Finally seeing again, Garrick did as he was bade, curious what his hostess planned to wash next. Rising up and turning about, the warm water ran down the dwarf’s keg belly in streaming rivulets as they hurriedly returned to the bath from whence they came. Looking down, the dwarf found his swollen, aroused shaft standing and saluting Demora as it bobbed in front of her face.
“Mmmmmm!” Demora hummed as she watched it wobble about. “You said dwarves can cum thrice before needing a rest, yes dear?”
Garrick leered at the beautiful face hovering so intimately close to his manhood. “Aye lass, that be true!”
“Well then,” Demora continued as the tip of her tongue lightly licked her lips. “I want you to fill each of my holes with one of your dwarven loads before you may rest and recover! Let’s start with this one!”
With that, Garrick’s hostess opened her mouth wide as her tongue tip stuck out expectantly greeting the head of the dwarf’s shaft as her lips closed and devoured it whole!
“Mmmmm!” Demora cooed as she tasted the dwarf’s meat. “Thith ish gwood!” she purred with her mouth full of his shaft’s top.
Garrick merely smiled as he felt Demora’s tongue swirl about his entrapped tip. He put a hand on the back of her head, caressing her long auburn tresses, as she began to alternate swirling her tongue and sucking strongly—seemingly trying to draw his male milk forth in a single draught.
“Ahhh! That feel’s great, lass!” Garrick sighed in pleasured satisfaction.
Demora pulled her head back, letting Garrick’s shaft slip out with a resounding pop. A few crystal strands of her saliva arched from her lips to still connect to his dwarven meat. She smiled naughtily up at Garrick as she seductively stared into his eyes.
“Dwarf meat tastes deliciously decedent!” she smoldered lustfully.
Maintaining eye contact with her guest, Demora pinched the tip of Garrick’s shaft as she began to run her tongue down and back up his turgid sausage. Her tongue left a film of fresh saliva across the dwarf meat as it licked along the lusty length. Garrick felt tingling waves radiate across his shaft, starting from Demora’s lascivious tongue and suffusing outward along his manhood!
“Ohhhhh! Yer tongue be magical, lass! I can feel me shaft buzzing with each lick!” Garrick huskily stated as his eyes continued to watch her pleasing, pleasuring performance.
Without stopping, Demora smiled broadly as her tongue slide down to the base of the dwarf’s sausage. Then with a surprising playful growl, the hostess sucked the left hairy dwarven stone into her mouth and clamped down lightly with her teeth on its sack—effectively sealing it within the cave of her tongue.
Garrick’s eyes went wide! Partly from the surprise of having a woman dare swallow his hairy stone, and partly from the sudden tension and pressure that action put on the tissue connecting that stone to the rest of him! He felt her teeth softly pressing into his man purse and stiffened involuntarily as his precious dwarven jewel sat dangerously close to their pearly edges.
“Oy! L-lass, I be needin’ that!” Garrick protested as he lifted both hands in the air to hold them before her face like he was trying to calm a wild cougar.
Demora, merely let a throaty chuckle drift out from between her lips as she began to wet and swirl the hair all around her pilfered dwarven stone. Garrick, despite being stretched to a slightly uncomfortable point, found the licking, swirling tongue sent nigh endless waves of prickling pins ricocheting across the surface of his family jewel.
“Ooooo! That does feel good, lass!” Garrick admitted as he closed his eyes again—reveling in the sublime sensations humming across his stolen stone.
After polishing the trapped dwarven jewel in the tumbler of her mouth for a minute, Demora finally relaxed her jaw, letting it pop back into the open air.
“A delightly salty nut!” she teased her dwarven client with a sultry smile as she removed a red hair off her tongue. “Now back to the main course!”
Again she ran her lascivious tongue along the underbelly of Garrick’s thick, swollen shaft. Starting at the base just above his now saliva drenched stone, Demora’s tongue slid all the way back up to the tip. Once at the apex of his dwarven sausage, she again opened wide to clamp her lips all around its head.
“Mmmmmhmmhmm,” she hummed delightedly as she again tasted the dwarf’s meat.
This time she began to bob her head up and down, swallowing more of her tasty treat only to retract her lips as she sucked long and hard. Once only the head remained still locked in her mouth, Demora’s soft, succulent tongue would make a quick spiral around Garrick’s tip before she again repeated the process.
“Ahhhh, lass!” Garrick sighed as he felt the tingling ricocheting waves race along his humming shaft. “Yer the best! Never felt me shaft sucked better!” he complimented his hostess as she continued to suck and work his sausage.
Her gliding mouth left fresh trails of saliva with each bob of her head, which oozed and coated the dwarf’s turgid meat as it dripped down the length of his shaft. Demora’s bouncing lips began to squeak with each slide along the girthy meat rod. Garrick, clearly in a blissful world of his own, rolled his head back as he placed both hands on either side of his hostess’ head. Involuntarily encouraging her to pick up the pace.
Demora’s eyes sparkled with lusty delight, and a devilish smirk played across her lips for a moment before she again sealed them around the dwarf’s meat and submitted to his hands’ desire. The squeaky slurping increased tempo as the hostess’ head bob increased speed. She reached her hands around to grab the dwarf’s bottom cheeks and, gripping them tightly, she spread them apart as she used them for anchors.
“Ooooooooo!” Garrick moaned in passionate pleasure. “Keep it up, lass!” he cried. “The stones be getting’ right heavy now!” he panted as he felt a surging pressure begin to fill his man sack.
“Mmhmmm!” Demora cooed as her swirling tongue got its first taste of the dwarf’s sticky, lubricating ambrosia. Its leaking bead quickly mixed and melded with her mouth’s own flowing lubricant as it freely dripped and drizzled down her bottom lip, chin, and across the fat length of Garrick’s meaty sausage. Sensually, Demora’s right hand reached further around to insert her index finger entirely into the dwarf’s tight anal sphincter!
“Oy!” Garrick chirped in surprise at the sudden intrusion of his hostess’ finger straight up his anus.
Undeterred, Demora’s head keep bobbing, her squeaky lips still sucking and gliding along the swollen dwarf meat. At the same time, she began to gently pull and thrust her inserted finger as it made a curling ‘come hither’ motion within Garrick’s rectum—massaging a small section of its dark, dirty passage. Unused to such extra stimulation, heavy tingling waves shot deep into the dwarf’s loins and buttocks as the mounting pressure in his family jewels suddenly tripled its rising rate!
As the pressure in his stones grew stronger, Garrick grit his teeth, and hissed as he tried to hold back the painfully tight feeling. He knew it would only be a short time before he deposited his first load, but he was enjoying Demora’s lascivious licking tongue, and warm, wet mouth too much to want it to end so soon! Eyes tightly shut, face point to the ceiling, the dwarf let his breath out like a piston releasing pressurized air.
Demora, hearing Garrick’s hissing breath, merely increased her head’s bobbing tempo yet again, as she felt the dwarf’s turgid meat begin the quiver and throb! Coats of heavy saliva oozed down the dwarf’s shaft while several crystal strands stretched off of it and strung back to the hostess’ lips and chin. These swayed and swung in time with Demora’s head bobs—occasionally one or another finally giving way and snapping in two. These were quickly replaced as fresh coats of saliva were deposited from her sliding lips. She felt Garrick’s hands tighten about here head as his throbbing meat convulsed in heavier throes!
Suddenly the dwarf moaned loudly as he involuntarily held Demora’s head locked into place! The hostess felt the dwarf’s throbbing sausage begin to rhythmically spray his salty, cream throughout her mouth—covering her roof, cheeks and tongue in its viscid fluid.
“Mmmmmm!” Demora cooed as her creamy dessert coated her taste buds. She held still as her mouth was flooded with spray after spray of dwarf milk! She kept her lips tightly sealed about the quivering, throbbing shaft as it fully deposited its promised load.
Quickly the dwarf’s spasming meaty member completed its dirty business, shuddering and drizzling to its conclusion. However unlike human males, Garrick’s shaft didn’t go soft.
“Ahhhhh,” Garrick sighed in pleasured satisfaction. “That be a wonderful feeling ta drop me load in yer warm, wet mouth!”
Satisfied that the deposit was complete, Demora carefully drew her head back letting Garrick’s still stiff shaft slip out of her mouth. Keeping eye contact with her dwarven gentleman, the hostess tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide to let him get a clear view of his milky deposit as it completely filled the floor of her mouth. Then while she watched Garrick’s face she let her tongue swim and swirl about the hot, viscid pool as her saliva continued to mix and thin the load.
At the sight of Demora’s tongue playfully flipping and twirling in his creamy deposit, Garrick couldn’t help but smile proudly. It pleased the dwarf so much to see his hostess reveling in his load, his nose and ears turned a bright pink from a flush of pride. Demora, Hummed and cooed, as she let her lascivious tongue frolick about the rapidly thinning pool of male milk. As her saliva continued to add to the mixture, the content grew too much for the hostess’ mouth to contain. Spilling over her bottom lip and dripping down her chin, a few watery streams escaped their confines. To this Demora, merely chuckled as she continued to let her tongue play about the pool in her mouth like a breaching whale a moment more.
At last the hostess, shut her mouth and in one definitive gulp swallowed the whole mixture.
“Ahhhh!” She cooed as she again opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a moment showing a clean, empty mouth. “That was a finely aged vintage!” she complimented Garrick.
“Ye really seemed to like it,” Garrick returned still beaming at the thought of her tongue wallowing in his load.
“Oh, I did, my dear!” Demora answered emphatically. “I liked the taste very much!”
To emphasis her statement, the hostess took Garrick’s still hard shaft in her hand. Pinching the base between her thumb and index finger, Demora slid her fingers, maintaining their pressure, up the length of the dwarf’s shaft while her waiting tongue, stuck out, twitched just below its glans. As her fingers squeezed along, a tiny bit more of the dwarf’s cream oozed out of his illustrious head to drizzle onto Demora’s expectant tongue.
“Mmmmmhmmm!” she cooed as she licked the tip to get the final bead of cream. Then she swirled her tongue around, teasing Garrick a moment, before she retracted and swallowed again. “Just as delicious the second time!” she purred.
“There be another load not far away,” Garrick stated as his turgid sausage twitched in his hostess’ hand. “You can drink another round if ye like!”
“Tempting~” Demora purred. “But I’ve still got two other holes that need to be filled,” she finished with a mock pout.
Garrick watched his hostess, spin around and rise up out of the suds a bit to display the fine curves of her back as she lifted her luscious round backside partway out of the warm water. With a sultry look over her shoulder, Demora reached back both hands, grabbed her bottom cheeks, and proceeded to spread them apart—proudly displaying her tight, pink anus before the dwarf’s enraptured gaze.
“This hole so desperately needs a dwarven shaft to excavate it thoroughly and deposit a load,” she cooed as she eyed the dwarf with her smoldering gaze.
Garrick grinned broadly as he greedily eyed the tight sphincter of his hostess prominently offered before him. “I can mine yer back passage fer ya!” he huskily leered.
Reaching out, the dwarf wrapped his meaty hands around Demora’s hips as he softly placed the tip of his shaft against her waiting anus. The hostess used her two middle fingers to massage and slightly open her tight sphincter.
“Easy big boy,” she cautioned. “Take it nice…and…slow. Give a girl time to stretch her dirty, dark, passage for your hunky shaft,” she directed her dwarven lover.
Working her massaging digits round and around her anal opening, Demora slowly, carefully stretched and relaxed her sphincter muscles. As she did so, the hole slowly grew in size as its hot, pink insides began to peek out at the dwarf’s waiting gaze. Once the aperture had been sufficiently widened that Garrick’s tip could fit a little way in, he again pressed his shaft against his hostess’ anus and this time began to penetrate her hot, tight passage as he slowly pushed his way in.
“Ah! Ahh! Ahhhhh!” Demora whimpered as she felt the dwarf’s thick, turgid sausage press and fill her deeper and deeper down her backside. “Oh, Garrick! You’re so big!” She moaned in delight as she felt him stretch and fill her rectum. “Yes, honey! Press it in deeper! Fill me full!” She exclaimed in delirious delight.
“Gah! Yer passage be mighty tight, lass!” Garrick returned in lusty desire as he felt his hostess’ searing hot back passage squeeze and constrict strongly all around his drilling shaft. “By Gothar’s beard yer grippin’ me hard!” he further remarked.
Increasing the pressure a bit more, Garrick felt Demora’s anal muscles contract and suck in his invading shaft, swallowing his manhood all the way to his hairy family jewels, which proceeded to tickle her bottom cheeks.
“Aaahaahh!” Demora moaned loud and long as she shut her eyes and raise her head to the ceiling. Her whole anal cavity clenched and contracted as it burned, locking the dwarf’s mining shaft fully entombed in her anus. “You feel soooo good!” she cried. “Mmmmmm! You’re so thick! You’ve stretched me to my limit, filling me completely! I love it!” the hostess moaned and whimpered in erotic delight.
Garrick, his swollen shaft swallowed completely and squeezed resoundly in his hostess’ buttocks, could only stand with his hands hooked around her hips as he watched and felt her quivering bottom cheeks tremble with waves of passionate pleasure. The tremors rumbled across her soft, luscious curves as her inner rectal muscles convulsed in miniature orgasm. Even though he would have liked to start thrusting, Demora’s hot, clenched rectum wouldn’t allow the dwarf to withdraw. So, through grit teeth at such a tight, arousing squeeze, the dwarf could merely grope and fondle his hostess’ bountiful backside—which he did in lusty zeal.
“Lass! Yer liable to squeeze me shaft right off!” Garrick griped as her bottom locked him within her.
After a minute the small trembling shocks subsided, and Demora opened her eyes to again gaze with smoldering embers of passion at her dwarven gentleman.
“Just entering my back passage with that thick, fat, shaft of yours gave me a small orgasm!” she purred. Garrick smiled at her. He felt his hostess’ anal muscles relax as his entombed shaft at last had the squeezing pressure all around it diminish to a gentler grip. “Okay, big boy,” Demora teased. “Show me those mining skills and excavate my dirty passage!”
Beaming in lascivious, lusty zeal from ear to ear, Garrick returned, “Aye lass! Prepare to be plumbed completely!” With that Garrick retracted his shaft partway, only to thrust back in firm and deep!
“Ahhh~” Demora whimpered as she fell herself drilled by the dwarf’s shaft.
With each thrust of his manhood, Garrick felt Demora’s anal muscles welcome and swallow his full length. Conversely, each time he retracted, her muscles and sphincter seems to protest as they gripped and clung to his shaft, seemingly trying to prevent him from leaving. All the while, wave after wave of icy-hot prickling pins shimmered across the dwarf’s swollen sausage delving deep into his loins as he felt mounting press begin to build in his dwarven stones again.
Demora felt her own tingling waves dance and spiral around her hot, burning, rectum, as each thrust of its thick, admitted visitor, stretched and shaped her anal passage. Each thrust eliciting a whimpering moan in conjunction with the raw, burning sensation that shot through her rectal lining!
“Mmm! Yes! Ahhh! Yes! Uhhhn! More! Give me more!” she cried between moans.
Garrick, hearing her whimpering request, was only too happy to increase the tempo of drilling her backside as he sought to delve ever deeper.
“Oy! Yer passage…be pullin’…me shaft…every time…I move…lass!” Garrick commented with panting breath. “This be the best hole me drill has ever mined!” he declared in equally passionate pleasure.
“Spank me!” Demora moaned softly. “Spank me as you pound my cheeks!” she cried passionately.
Garrick was only too happy to comply with his hostess’ wish, and gave her jiggling, bouncing buttocks a strong smack with the palm off his hand!
“Aaaaahhhah!” Demora cried out in pleasurable pain. “Yes! Spank me more!”
Again and again Garrick slapped her bottom as he continued to drill her anus with his dwarven shaft! At each smack, Demora’s whimpers rose in crescendo as she half moaned, half cried out in titillated erotic pleasure. All the while, her burning back passage tingled and sent miniature searing waves deep into her core! She felt a turbulent storm brewing deep in her loins at the pounding, stinging sensations fed and built its strength!
Garrick, his dwarven manhood feeling waves of prickling pins race and ricochet across its surface, began to quiver and throb heavily as the inexorable pressure in his dwarven stones built to a fever pitch!
“I-I can’t take no more!” he cried. “Me shaft is fit to b-burst! The load b-be coming!” he yelled as he rolled his head back and again gripped Demora’s hips with both hands.
“Let it come!” Demora cried back. “Fill me! Drop your dwarven load in my dirty, dark mine!”
As if the signal, the pressure in Garrick’s family jewels burst through his last feeble willpower, as his throbbing shaft began to spray his creamy load deep in his hostess’ rectum! Demora screamed in impassioned pleasure as her burning passage was at last soothed by the sticky, wet, dwaven milk that painted and coated her dirty anal cavity.
For a moment in time, the two seemed frozen as they both paused, crying out in lustful pleasure as the dwarf pumped his load into his hostess backside. Then as they both came down off their climaxes, the two began to move again.
Demora, let her head hang low, her nose barely above the suds filled water, as she panted in spent ecstasy. Garrick, his dwaven shaft having drizzled to conclusion, panted as he lightly kneaded the luscious, velvet bottom cheeks he held in his hands. Finally retracting his still hard shaft from his hostess anal sphincter with a sticky slurp.
As Demora’s anus slowly contracted and closed, a bead of dwarven milky cream, swelled at the entrance and began to leak and ooze down her taint—flowing into the soapy water as it reached the surface of the bath.
“Mmmmmmm! So nasty and delicious!” Demora purred as she raised her head, to sensually look over her shoulder at Garrick. “You felt very, very, good, dear!”
“Yer backside hole be fit for kings!” Garrick returned the compliment. “Never has me shaft felt such luxury!”
Demora, let out a sultry chuckle. “I’m glad you enjoyed my hole so thoroughly!” Her luscious, lascivious backside, still leaking dwarf milk, disappeared from view as it submerged into the warm water, while Demora dipped back down and spun to face the dwarf again. “Now to clean that lovely, thick, fat drill of yours!” she stated with a coy smile.
Rising slightly to teasingly display a bit more of her ample bosom, but not enough to let her tips show, Demora reached over the tub’s edge to retrieve the earlier discarded soap. This she used to rub across Garrick’s turgid shaft, building a heavy lather all around it. This done, she again discarded the soap as she began to fondle, grope, and caress the dwarf’s aroused manhood and family stones.
Without thinking, Garrick sighed in total satisfaction as he reveling in her sensual, titillating touch. The dwarf closed his eyes concentrating on the seductive feel of her soft fingers gliding and massaging his shaft—sending new waves of tingling pins to race throughout his loins.
“You like that?” Demora purred as she noted Garrick’s euphoric face.
Without opening his eyes, Garrick responded, “Aye! Ye be the best lover me willy ever felt!”
Demora smiled devilishly as she continued to massage and fondle his taut dwarven sausage. “Well this is the first time I’ve met one that can deliver so copious a load in triple before needing a rest,” she cooed.
Satisfied at last the dwarven drill was washed free from any taint of her back passage, Demora released the turgid shaft to cup bath water between her two hands and anoint her tasty meat is a shower of warm water. The soothing downpour left Garrick’s manhood glistening clean as his fiery red bush drooped and dripped, thoroughly soaked from all the water it had bathed in.
“There,” she purred. “All clean again.” She paused a second as she lustfully looked upon the meaty member, it slightly twitching once or twice. “Too clean really,” she added with a naughty smirk.
Leaning in, Demora gave the dwarven glans a little lick, depositing some fresh saliva across its top.
“That’s better,” she sighed with satisfaction as her mouth’s lubricant drizzled down Garrick’s shaft. “Now it looks properly sullied from being used for its intended purpose.”
At the feel of her soft tongue against his tip, the dwarf opened his eyes to gaze down at his hostess, expecting to see her fellate his swollen sausage a second time.
Instead, he saw her rise up out of the suds and water enough to get a full view of her gorgeous buxom bosom, complete with her large areolas and her aroused perky peaks! They were a nice deep color, clearly flush from all the bath time fun the couple had been enjoying so far. As far as Garrick’s memory could go back, he had never seen a better, bouncier, more beautiful pair of breasts in his life! Those pert nipples seemed to attract and lock in his gaze as he stared in dumbfound awe and admiration at their exquisiteness! His mouth hung limply open, but no words could be uttered so entranced was the sight.
Demora, clearly aware of Garrick’s hypnotized gaze, merely purred. “Do you like them, darling?” she asked coyly.
“Y-yes…t-they…m-m-magnificent,” was all the dwarf could stutter in a monotone voice—his gaze still locked on those glorious nipples!
“Well aren’t you just the cutest,” Demora giggled. She shook her shoulders back and forth letting her fully exposed girls bounce, jiggle, and sway in front of the dwarf as he head followed the erratic movements of her pert peaks. With another giggle, Demora wrapped her arms around the dwarf’s thick neck, and French kissed him long and deep!
Her tongue happily slipped into the dwarf’s mouth and circled and danced about his teeth and cheeks before coiling around his own mouth muscle. Had Garrick still had his presence of mind, he might has wondered how far down his throat she’d try to go if her tongue were longer, but entranced as he was, he merely relished this long, seductive kiss as it was given.
Finally, Demora pulled back, a single strand of shared saliva stretching and arcing between their lips till at last it grew too strained and snapped. With a sensuous smile Demora cooed, “Mmmmm! I think you’re plenty clean now. Let’s head back to the bedroom for the main course!”
With that Demora gave Garrick a little peck on the cheek before reaching over the edge of the tub and grabbing a towel. This she teasingly tossed over the dwarf’s head blinding his entranced gaze.
“Come dear! Hurry and dry yourself off and return to my bed!” Demora taunted her dwarven lover as she stood up and slipped out of the tub.
By the time Garrick had pulled the towel off his head, Demora had left the washroom; though she called out from the hallway, “Don’t be too long dear, I’ll be waiting!”
Tossing the towel to the side, Garrick hurriedly stepped over the lip of the tub intending to pursue his sensual hostess as fast as his short, muscular legs could carry him. Unfortunately, as he stepped down his foot landed squarely on the wet, discarded soap and he slipped onto the tiled floor with a heavy thud! As Garrick sat up rubbing his red backside and nursing his ego, he heard Demora’s throaty chuckle as it receded down the hall.
“Do be careful, darling. The floor can be slippery when wet!” she called back.
“Ya don’t say!” Garrick thought as he picked himself off the unforgiving floor. Grumbling, the drwarf grabbed the nearest towel and hurriedly dried his feet off to avoid a second slip. He then shook his head furiously sending water droplets everywhere as they flung off his hair and beard like one would expect to see should a wet lion shake out his mane. This done, Garrick haphazardly dried his back, and then took more care to dry off his fiery bush around his still hard shaft.
Not wanting to wait a second longer, and let his manhood simmer down, Garrick toweled off his now frizzy head and beard as he hurriedly walked back through the hallways to his hostess’ bedroom—a lustful gaze peering out from under the towel as he rubbed down his head.
Entering Demora’s private chambers, the dwarf found her luxuriously stretched out on the bed, a towel wrapped around her body as she playfully let her legs swing half off the edge.
“There you are, dear!” she cooed. “I was afraid you’d gone and forgotten me,” she mockingly teased as she opened the towel to reveal her fully naked body, complete with all her womanly charms!
Garrick’s ogling eyes first caught view of the one sight he’d been wanting to glimpse all evening! There, her crotch hair nicely manicured to a short, cropped wedge around her forbidden fruit, sat Demora’s glistening, wet, lady garden—her honey teasingly seeping from the velvet folds of her garden veil.
“Come take me, big boy!” She purred as she spread her legs wide in open invitation.
At the mere sight of Demora’s forbidden garden, Garrick tossed the damp towel aside and raced over to slip between his hostess’ open thighs. He grabbed her full hips and lustfully rammed his shaft deep into her carnal canal, till his hairy dwarven stones tickled her buttocks!
“Oooo! So forceful dear!” Demora purred. “That’s fine my dwarven lover, mine my garden canal! Let me feel your fat shaft drill and hammer me! Make me your dirty whore! Flood and fertilize my soiled garden!” she commanded Garrick as a wickedly, devilish desire took hold of her!
Garrick was only too happy to comply! A dwarf on a mission, Garrick began to hammer her dripping, sopping garden with all the lusty zeal of a man possessed with a great sexual drive! With each thrust of his shaft, Demora’s sticky love juice would slurp and ooze out as it made way for the dwarf’s penetrating meaty member. So too would his hostess whimper and moan in erotic pleasure at the feeling of her carnal canal being shaped and expanded by the dwarf’s mining drill!
She lean back on her elbows and rolled her head back, closing her eyes as she relished every thrust, every pounding, her garden canal and rippling, bouncing bottom took from the dwarf’s shaft and loins! Demora’s bountiful breasts, jiggled and bounced in rhythm to the fervent thrusts of the dwarven drill! Again Garrick’s gaze was mesmerized by the sight of those titillating tips as they shimmered and shimmied to the tempo of his hammering hips!
“Ahhhh! Yes! YES! YES! Oooooooo!” Demora moaned in erotic delight! “Pound me! Make me your naughty girl! Ahhhh! Use me like a floozy!”
As Garrick continued to slap their loins together making sticky, slurping erotic music, he failed to notice the tips of Demora’s hair changing color. They grew brighter, far more red, than her initial auburn tresses originally displayed. Furthermore, this color saturation began to fade up the hair as it made its way back toward the hair’s roots.
“Mmmmm! Harder, darling, harder! Punish me for my lewd, lascivious ways!” Demora moaned in heated, passionate ecstasy!
She rolled her head around her shoulders, feeling the dwarf mine the deepest, darkest parts of her body with lustful intent, and opened her eyes slighted to seductively gaze on her fiery lover. As she looked fervidly at Garrick, Demora caught the sight of another man standing in the doorway!
Her eyes snapping wide open in shock, Demora took in the full detail of this erstwhile voyeur! He was reasonably tall, about six feet, and while lean he nevertheless had a good, strong looking frame. His hair, like Demora’s was also auburn, and he was dressed in a fine, forest green, tunic and chocolate brown breeches so tailored such as a count might wear. Strung over his right shoulder was a short half cape that stopped at his waist. His piercing blue eyes stared intently at the couple and he wore a slight smirk across his lips as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. Demora’s gaze relaxed as she rolled her eyes in annoyed recognition.
“What do you want?” Demora stated exasperatedly, while her body continued to shiver and quake to the rhythmic pound of Garrick’s thrusts in and out of her spurting lady garden.
The man, still slightly smirking, returned, ”Have I come at a bad time, sister?”
“You might learn to knock before entering,” Demora sharply chided the man.
Standing up straight, and letting his arms drop to his side, the man’s face grew serious. “The Order has sent another inquisition,” he stated grimly.
“So what?” Demora, brushed off the statement flippantly. “They’ll just do the same as the previous ones. They will mill about Rose Street for a few days. Take an interest in a courtesan or two. Slip over late one night for a forbidden tryst, and sheepishly leave having only learned about their own sinful natures.”
“This time they sent the TA unit,” the man stated his tone remaining stern.
“The Title and Authorization Unit?” Demora asked quizzically. “They shouldn’t be a problem, we’ve easily got the papers to prove—“
“Not that unit, the other TA unit,” the man pressed.
Demora, her lovely locks swaying about her face in tempo with her dwarf’s drilling, pursed her lips as her brow furrowed in thought. A sudden look of trepidation crossed her visage as realization set in.
“Wait! You mean the T and A unit?” she asked in nervous tones.
The man merely nodded his head.
Demora immediately sat up, pushing Garrick off of her, his quivering, shaking shaft mere moments away from release.
“When did they get here?” Demora asked her voyeur.
“Just tonight, I think,” he answered.
Garrick, still on his singular mission to deposit is final dwarven load, attempted to embrace and penetrate Demora again as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Quickly turning her attention to the dwarf, Demora took his face in her hands as she again gave her lover a long French kiss. As her lips parted, she stated, “This is my bother Desmondo.” Then she added rather pointedly, “He as a knack at popping up at the most inopportune times.” She gave Desmondo an annoyed side-glance. “Unfortunately, this time he’s brought to my attention something I can’t put off. So I do apologize, but I’m going to have to cut our fun short tonight.” She placed a sympathetic hand on the dwarf’s shoulder. “I DO so want to finish what we’ve started though! Can you please come back in a couple days time?” Without waiting for Garrick to answer, she then added, “That’s a good dear! Now hurry and put your pants on!” as she gave the dwarf another peck on the cheek.
Garrick, his head still swirling in a fog of erotic lust and desire, merely fumbled about as he managed to find and pull his pants on. Then, before he had time to do anything else, Demora hurriedly shooed him out the door and into the street, where she dumped the rest of his clothes and his boots into his arms! She tossed his pickaxe at his feet while she set down his lantern on her steps. Finally, she blew him a kiss as she hurriedly shut the door!
Standing half naked in the chilly air, Garrick’s sex-addled mind took a full minute to process everything that occurred. When finally his senses returned, he looked about, then down at his pickaxe in wild confusion.
“What in Gothar’s beard just happened?!”
