The Magic of the Open Road (Kara Lyonsbane x Fun_and_Games)

[Fun_and_Games]

Spring was waking up the land. That was both good and bad for a person dedicated to a life on the road. It meant warmer weather; that was the good part. It also meant more merchants with their goods to sell, the first sprouting of edible plants...lots of good things.

It also meant mud. Awakening of hibernating monsters. The ability to move armies around the land again. Snow melting and turning rivers into raging torrents. So, yeah, the bad-stuff too.

But it all had its sunny side; this was still the open road, and the open road always invited adventure.

At that moment, a heavy wagon pulled to a stop at a crossroads. The road it was on carved through a forest, the snow still clinging to the bases of most of the trees. They were not that far north, but enough that the forest was a mix of evergreen and leafy trees, meaning there was still some color to the wood even this early in the spring. The wider trail was still bumpy and not well cared for, but at least it was wide enough for the wagon. The trail now bent a good sixty degrees, turning with the valley to head down toward the nearest city of Toren.

The trail bent with the valley, but there was two other trails that intersected it here:

One of the trails was barely recognizable as such. It was more of a crude staircase cut into the bedrock of the hillside. It climbed steeply up toward the higher points of the hill.
Then, the other smaller trail led up a smaller stream run-off, heading deeper into the forest lands.

The heavy wagon driver hauled up on the reigns of his draft horses, dragging them to a stop. He reached around and banged on the slats covering the windows into the inner part of the wagon. Most of it was filled with his own wares for the markets of Toren. But, there was a small nest dug out for the passenger he had picked up a couple days back. The driver's name was Henri, a little past middle-age, a little stocky, and mostly carrying the more boring sorts of items. No jewels, only wooden spoons carved by farmers a couple counties away.

He slid open the slats, and leaned in to give the girl his friendliest smile. Still looked gruff, because that is who he was, but...well, he tried. "Well, here it is, lass. Promised you I'd show it to you when we got to it. See there, that stair in the rock? Takes you over the hill and down into what we call Black Quarry. Dwarf lord known as Haxhalk rules there; ain't known to be friendly, but he's a fiend of lore. Loves knowing secrets, that one, and damn anyone who wants to take it from him. And that's if you don't run afoul of a rock troll or a hungry drake-kin as you make yer way over. Then there's that there path into the wood. Go that way, and just don't get near the swamp, cause I know for a fact a small clan of goblins call it home. Nasty critters. But, if you stay out of trouble, you'll eventually walk onto the lands of Sanbantion. Not much known about him, but that you can hear what sounds like explosions rock the mountains, clouds of smoke rise up...and worse things stay well clear of it. If yer looking for something magic, then whoever he is, you'll probably find he knows something of the sort. Not a single noble tries to claim his lands, and he owns a good part of the central forest. You'll know it cause of the peanut flowers everywhere. Has a mighty taste for them, he does. Merchant can make a killing selling barrels of them to his servants when they come to town."

He waved in dismissal at the two paths, "But don't go chasing fancies, girl. Let me trundle you on to town. I can introduce you to a couple folk there. Know a cleric at the chapel of knowledge, and I bet they have a few choice books to read through. And while I don't have the ear of the City Duke, I've seen his Right Hand wander through the markets from time to time. If I can catch his ear, I can make introductions...maybe even get you a chance to read through the castle library itself if we play it right. Come on, want to stay warm and go into town? I'll be staying with a friend of mine tonight, owns the Hoghead tavern. Free lodgings for at least three nights before he kicks us out or starts to make us pay. Ain't gonna get a better offer than that, will ya?"

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

The sorceress had been close to dozing off when Henri smacked the slats on the wagon. Kara rubbed her eyes, realizing they had come to a stop, and crawling closer to speak with the man when he poked his head in. She returned his smile with a great deal more warmth than Henri had been able to muster before looking out at the lands stretched out ahead. The girl drew in a deep breath of fresh air, releasing it in a content sigh while listening intently to his description of the various trails and where they led.

She had to admit to herself that a warm room and proper food sounded delightful. It had been a while since she had stayed at an inn without having to work off her bed and meals. However, Kara didn't feel very confident that she would find anything of value in a castle library. Wild magic was a rare, strange, thing from what little she understood of it. It only made sense she would need to seek out someone equally rare and strange.

That left the other two paths that Henri had mentioned. There was something about what he said of the Sanbation person that made the young sorceress feel ill at ease. Or maybe it was the mention of goblins. Maybe the clan stuck to the swamps, but it was getting warmer, the snow was melting, and with her luck she would stumble across a hunting party of the little critters. Kara shook her head and decided against venturing into the forest to find this mysterious magician.

That just left the stone stairs in the hillside leading to Black Quarry. Kara had a good feeling about that way. She felt any trolls or drakes would hopefully still be waking up from the winter and not in any mood to waste energy eating a slip of a girl like herself. The optimistic adventurer also trusted that she could win over even the most cantankerous of dwarves with her smile and charm. So that settled it!

Kara leaned over to give Henri a kiss on the cheek. He had been very kind letting her stay in his wagon and she would be sad to see the old grump go. "Thank you for the offer, but I have a good feeling about Black Quarry. I'm going to try my luck with the dwarves. But hopefully we'll see each other again someday. Good luck, Henri!"

Gathering up her things, the girl hopped out of the wagon and shouldered her traveling pack, grinning brightly as she happily headed off for the hills.

 

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Henri gave another grumpy smile, hard to really look that grousy when a cute girl gave you a kiss on the cheek. Still, he managed it somehow. He watched her collect her things, and then managed to rumble one more offering, "Look, Toren is still the only real human civilization of any size for a good three or four days ride in any direction. Double that walking. You need help or a rest, find the Hoghead and tell Gerome that Henri sent ya. He'll treat you right...enough."

With that, he snapped the reigns, and his wagon rumbled out of sight, bouncing off the odd rock as he trundled toward town.

Which left her with the stone stair, and a climb up into the hills.

It was not an easy climb. Even with the stairs, they were steep and not even. Then, the stairs vanished as the hill widened and shallowed a little. Whoever had built them decided they weren't necessary to walk over the ridge. The stairs became a normal trail, but a steep one nonetheless. The trees thinned without quite disappearing, just enough to keep the worst of the wind off her back. Fortunately, her guess about the mountain creatures seemed to be right...at least today. She broke over the ridge, and descended for about the same amount of time...maybe a couple hours...and found herself standing on what must be the stronghold they called Black Quarry.

There was a deep chasm, deep enough that the bottom of it was lost in shadow. The sort of thing that myth tells you that you die from fear and cold before you hit the bottom from falling. Ridiculous, of course, but the sight of it could make a person believe it. Extending across the chasm was a bridge. Not a wide one, though not completely treacherous. Three people wide. If it was over a small stream, you could almost drive a wagon over it. The only thing that made it look particularly harsh was the fact that it was over that imposing chasm, NOT a nice little stream.

The bridge went clear over, and ended against the rock wall on the far side...right into the sheered off side of the mountain. A pair of solid oak gates were built into the side, with a portcullis in front of it. The entrance, looking grim, forbidding, and NOT open. But then again, dwarves had never had great hospitality.

The obvious choice of where to go next was deflected only by a small detail she might notice. Only the observant would catch it...you could ride right past it easily enough and not even notice. From the angle of the gates, any dwarves watching would probably see nothing. But from her angle, she could see there was an outcropping a few dozen paces from the entrance to the bridge, maybe a could feet over the edge and down. There was a lip to the edge of that ledge, which blocked view from the gates. In that little nest, there was a sort of campsite. Rugged, not much to it, and certainly no fire.

In that campsite, there was a squat if powerfully muscled form. A dwarf, from the look of him, though he had an ashen-grey pallor to him and the white hair of the aged. He was huddled as if miserable against the rock, staring at the gates with misery in his eyes. He had armor, but it looked worn and beaten. The only part of it that looked of value was his weapon....a morning star style weapon with the head having a strange, ruddy blue color to the steel.

He hadn't noticed her yet. Probably would once she crossed the bridge, and he would take note of her arrival like he seemed to be noting everything else.

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

Part of Kara had been vaguely disappointed that she hadn't seen any trolls or drakes climbing the hill, preferably from a safe distance, but mostly she was glad not to have to worry about the monsters. The climb was difficult enough, anyway, requiring much of the girl's attention to reach the top of the hill. She took a few moments to catch her breath and wipe the sweat from her brow, no stranger to hard work, and then made the descent.

The sorceress gasped when she caught sight of the huge chasm. It made her uneasy to be sure but was also a wondrous view. She never would have seen anything like that on the farm, after all. Nor would she have seen anything like the odd gray skinned dwarf that she spotted camped out away from the door. He was an unusual fellow, Kara had never heard of gray dwarves before, but he looked sad and that was simply something that she could not abide.

She made her way slowly across that bridge, taking her time and choosing her steps carefully. Dwarven craftsmanship was legendary, but that didn't mean Kara was going to skip and frollic her way across. Instead, she just focused on each wooden plank, each step, rather than the seemingly endless pit beneath her. Before she knew it, she had reached the other side without difficulty and breathed a sigh of relief.

Rather than heading straight for the huge, imposing, doors, Kara instead went directly to that little campsite and the strange dwarf who resided there. "Greetings!" She smiled and waved to the man as she approached, "What are you doing out here? Guarding the door?"

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Kara dropped into the campsite, and though he should have been watching such things, he seemed too intent on watching the doors, and she managed to make him start in surprise a little. Up close, he was even more startling for his power; if there was a scrap of fat on him anywhere, it didn't show, though he was stocky and wide in the shoulders. He looked like he was carved out of the mountain stone they stood next to. His eyes were bright white, almost glowing...she would be able to see what looked like the lines of separation for his pupils and irises, but they were all white, giving him a supernatural quality as they glowed softly in the low light of the evening. He wasn't blind...he was looking right at her as she spoke.

He backed away from her at first, reaching briefly for his shield and star...only, then, to hear her friendly address and question. Squinting, as if trying to decide if she was on the level, the grey dwarf shook his white beard, "Eh? Nay, lass, I not be guarding the door for these haughty bastards lurking beyond their door. Do I look like one of Haxhalk's little runts? Name's Maulq."

Maulq

He squinted even more at you, as if trying to block out even more of the fading sunlight as if it was too bright...trying to make out more details about her. "What'er you about? Ain't..." He gave a gruff laugh. "Ain't ye scared? Not many a lone lass who'd approach my kind without fleeing in terror. If yer a friend of the dwarves, surely they've poisoned yer ears already 'bout me kind!"

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

Kara put up her hands in a peaceful gesture as the grey dwarf started to reach for his weapon. Apparently he hadn't noticed her approach and she had surprised him. Thankfully, the man didn't start charging her and decided she wasn't much of a threat. She regarded him curiously before shrugging and answering, "Well, I've never met Haxhalk or his men so I wouldn't really know what they look like. I'm Kara! It's a pleasure to meet you, Maulq."

A polite curtsy was offered to her new friend before she gave Maulq an odd look. He was a little odd looking but no more frightening than any other dwarf she had seen. "Why should I be scared? You don't seem so terrible. And I've not talked to many dwarves. They never mentioned anything about grey skinned dwarves to me."

Now the young sorceress' curiosity had been piqued. She slowly walked closer, tilting her head as she looked the stout, muscular, dwarf over. "Why don't you tell me about yourself and then I can make up my mind on if I want to flee in terror or not? I'm happy to share what food and drink I have." Kara sat down a few feet from Maulq, pulling out trail rations and a wineskin before smiling up at him.

 

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Maulq rumbled a deep laugh, "Well, if ye ne'er met the dwarves o' Black Quarry, not sure ye should be expecting to get inside and see anythin' of them at all. They don't share well, them." He groused a little, waving at the massive doors, "Bah! Lordly they are like. Ever met an elf? Prissy little wood dwellers. Sometimes I think these 'high dwarves' so they call them seem to think they're touched with the blessings of heaven just like that high-minded lot. Hill dwarves...mountain dwarves...all sorts of titles they call themselves, as if they were living above the ground instead of under it!"

He thumped his chest, "My kind, we be DEEP dwarves, mining the holes in the dark places of the world. Been a hunnerd years since the last time I seen the sun, and might be another hunnerd 'fore I do again. But see, these lordly dwarves like Haxhalk, they mark us as rats for digging in our deep places. Even when we own the place, they take what they wish and call us thieves for wantin' it back."

He spat over the side, letting the glob fall into the chasm. "Our tunnels are deep down, and we think we've found a new path to an untold treasure. Hired a dwarven sounding-mage to figure out what's in the stone before we had to use our picks to go looking. But the sounding-mage was one of this one's kin, and found something huge, something rich, and he ran off and gave his results to Haxhalk, trying to convince him to go to war rather than let us have what's rightfully ours."

Maulq snarled, then bangs his star against the stone in frustration. "So no, lass. I ain't here to just watch the door. I'm gonna bring down that bridge, and with the distraction, me and me kin are gonna break into their vault and get it back."

He reached out and offered her his own skin of mead...if she tried it, she would find it a thick, honey brew that was so rich with flavor and fullness that it was like drinking cinnamon flavored honey-nectar right out of a hive. "Now we broke that bread of yers and shared this mead o' mine. Don't make us friends, but I tell ye fair...if ye go knock on them doors, don't be tellin' them what we be planning, fer the good of all my kind. They'll smile at you nice, call us rats and evil and brothers to the dark...and maybe we're all dat. But we will take back what they took, by the dark! And drink der blood in doing it, if they come to test us."

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

Kara frowned as she listened to Maulq about the dwarves and his people in particular. She had heard plenty of stories about wealthy, powerful, folk and nobility treating those less fortunate than them quite poorly, but it was surprising to hear that dwarves behaved similarly. Her heart went out to the deep dwarf for his plight and she wished there were some way to lift his spirits. As she tried to figure out what that method might be, Kara took the offered skin and drank from it.

Her brilliant blue eyes went wide in astonishment at the delicious flavor of the Mead and the sorceress drank a bit deeper from Maulq's skin than was likely proper. "Gods above!" Kara marveled, licking her lips and wiping her mouth before handing the skin back. "I've never had such a good Mead! Where does it come from?"

The wonder faded, however, when the deep dwarf shared his plan to destroy the bridge and attack Haxhalk. Kara regarded the man with a torn expression. "Isn't there some peaceful way to resolve this, Maulq? Perhaps we should learn their side of the story? After all, you said this dwarven mage ran off after finding out what was in the mine. Maybe it was dangerous? Maybe they were protecting you? I don't know if that's true, but wouldn't you rather fight for the right reasons?"

"Also, um, I need to speak with Haxhalk and learn what he knows about wild magic. I wouldn't feel comfortable lying to him even if it's a lie of omission." She offered her new friend a hopeful smile. "Why don't you sleep on it and decide what you want to do in the morning? I know I often see things more clearly after I'm well rested."

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Maulq gave her a pleased smile as he watched her enjoy the mead...licking her lips and...he cleared his throat, trying without much success to dispel the image of the human woman's tongue roving over her lips, leaving them moist and shining in the dim light. His voice thick with...well, more than embarrassment over the compliment, he rumbled to her, "I did. My own make, my own cave-bees, my own hand on the keg taps." He offered her the skin for her to take another swig after he took his own, wanting to see her take another drink as much as he was being hospitable.

He scoffed a little as she spoke with such idealism. He didn't want to mock her, but she seemed so naïve as to the nature of the world. "If there's a dangerous secret about some magic you want to know, he won't let you get the first glimpse at it. Ye'll be as lost as I am, frustrated as all that I know."

He grit his teeth, looking to the bridge and back...then, to her. "Come with me, instead. I won't destroy the bridge...yet. Maybe yer eyes can see a different way in. But come with me, see me kin, and then enter with us. Take the books ye need out from under their noses cause they'd never give 'em to you for nothing."

He held out his hand, "Come with me...and we'll take what's ours."

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

She happily took the offered skin back, another deep swig of Maulq's sweet Mead taken. However, Kara caught the deep dwarf watching her with an unusual intensity. Her cheeks took on a linked hue as she blushed, realizing that he was aroused by her. The sorceress hadn't thought dwarves were attracted to humans and yet that look of desire was unmistakable to the girl. As she finished her swig, Kara gave one lick over the mouth of the skin, unable to help but tease Maulq a little. "Mmm. Delicious."

The offer caught her off her guard, and there was a certain appeal to it. At least the part about leaving with Maulq, anyway. Grey skin and glowing eyes were odd, but they didn't detract from the deep dwarf's rugged features or muscular build. There were certainly worse choices for a roll in the hay and it had been months, or what felt like an eternity, since she had lain with anyone.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt. I can't be involved in something like that, Maulq. But I do like you. You seem a sweet, kind, man." Her blush grew deeper and Kara glanced aside, wondering if she was really going to do what she was about to do. "I noticed the way you looked at me, Maulq. Those eyes... light a warmth inside me like your Mead." She sat back, slowly working her vest and tunic open. "Why don't you take what's yours and come with me here and now?"

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Maulq grunted in surprise as the human woman leaned back, doing her best to unveil herself to him. They were so exposed. Sure, they were under a sort of cover, but it was a bare outcropping of rock, and if a traveller was to happen along...

But she kept trying to free herself, first her vest...then her tunic. He had rarely experienced the intoxicating effect that human women were said to have on other races. Some thought that this was their true gift, humans. Others might be faster, or more dextrous, or stronger such as he. But humans had passion. It gave them magic, and also gave them a sort of magnetism that was difficult for other species to resist. Many speculated this was why orcs even raided human villages in the first place...not for their possessions and gold, but the madness that human women drove them to.

Maulq had disbelieved...until that moment. He had never felt the surging of lust that came, not from any dwarven woman he had ever met. Her look...inviting, yet the blush on her cheeks as if a little uncertain. It made her all the more fetching. All the more...

Not believing he was surrendering this chance at a reckoning, her words about taking what he wanted...they overwhelmed him. He took a stomping step forward, straddling her body laying back against the rocks. He was not as tall as her, even if he was far wider and weighed probably twice as much. His rugged, meaty hands closed in on either side of her tunic that she was fighting to get open and TORE the buttons wide. Any underclothing she wore in the form of a bra would not far much better. A flex of those almost-supernaturally powerful arms, and he would not even both to unclasp them in the normal spot, simply ripping any ties or lacing or whatever was in front...or simply ripping apart the material itself. Whatever it took to expose her breasts to the air.

With that erotic fury briefly spent, he gave her a wanton grin...maybe wanting to summon that blush back to her cheeks. Then, he poured out some of the mead in his skin onto her breasts in a cool splash. His white eyes glowed fiercely....then growled at her, "I want this." And with that, dropped his rough lips to her breasts, enveloping her right mound in his broad mouth and sucking her flesh, her nipple, and a healthy quantity of the mead into his heated mouth.

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

Kara hadn't quite expected the zeal that Maulq showed as he closed the distance between them and tore her tunic open. Her modest breasts were bared before the deep dwarf's glowing eyes and she gasped, stunned into silence. Things had escalated rather quickly but the sorceress had no one to blame but herself. She had pretty much offered herself up to the gruff and bearded warrior, after all. But she wasn't regretting her actions, rather wishing she had been better prepared for how he would react.

If Maulq's goal was to make the young human woman blush, he succeeded. A gasp escaped parted lips as cool Mead poured down her chest and her cheeks darkened at the dwarf's boldness. Her eyes widened, back arched, and mouth moaned as her lover sucked at her breasts. She faintly whimpered, running her hands along him in an attempt to unbuckle and unclasp his armor. "Gods above!" Kara cried out, slowly sinking down to lay on the ground beneath the lustful dwarf, surrendering to his experienced touch.

This was not how Kara had pictured her day going, but it was proving to be a pleasant surprise. She moaned again, the heat of the deep dwarf's mouth intoxicating. Still, she ached for his heat and his presence elsewhere, managing to unbuckle her belt and begin tugging her breeches down around her ankles.

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Armor and clothing were both shed from both of them as their passion joined together. Her hands had been scrambling along his armor, and his knowledgeable hands guided her to his leather straps, then tore more of them open. Heavy pieces of metal fell to the earth. Then, she was tugging her breeches down, and as she got them to her ankles, she would find one of his rough hands reach to drag them totally free and cast them against the nearby rock wall.

His mouth came away from her breasts long enough to raise his hands, stripping off his under-tunic that had guarded his skin against the hard edges of his armor. Stripping away his leggings, soon he was only in his loincloth, wrapped around the thick, gnobby bulge that was his so poorly hidden manhood.

Kara had fallen to the ground, laying on her back, and Maulq went to his knees between her legs. His boulder-shaped arms curled under her legs, raising her lower body up effortlessly, leaving her shoulder-blades and head pressed to the ground as she scooped her legs up over his shoulders. An aggressive creature, his mouth didn't go to her core in a way meant to be romantic or slow. He wanted to be IN her, and making her slick by feasting on her slit would let the human take his prominent shaft when he finally moved to sink it within her.

So, he dragged her up to his mouth, his sausage-thick fingers prying away her undergarments, the last thin layer over her own modesty, and dove his mouth hungrily against her sex, wolfing down on her netherlips with his own, slurping away with his tongue. He wasn't the most deft of lovers, his tongue crude and rough, but there was no shame or pause as he ate her there under the open sky.

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

The sorceress was the sort of young woman who craved romance. She wanted those intimate moments to be special, memorable, and magical. Sometimes, though, Kara just wanted to rut with someone and release the tension and stress of a long trip on the road. And that was exactly what she was doing, panting and moaning as she undressed the deep dwarf licking honey from her chest. No doubt she would feel a bit foolish for giving in to the heat of the moment but for now all she cared about was getting Maulq inside her.

She watched as he shed his tunic and leggings, wearing only her underwear and boots as she lay before him, eyes focusing in on that distinctive bulge. Kara reached out to run her hands down his chest, marveling at the way the grey skin made him look as though he had been carved from stone. Slender digits dragged down, moving to loosen Maulq's loincloth, before she was grabbed up and lifted for the deep dwarf to continue his oral ministrations.

Her heart was beating rapidly as the dwarf tore away her undergarments like a wild beast so that he could thrust his tongue into her. She went suddenly still as Maulq's moist muscle drove into her, fingers digging into the dirt beneath her as she was overcome by sheer sensation. Toes curled as the dwarf devoured her sex ravenously and soon she was moaning and cooing with a delighted smile on her face. There wasn't much ability to move as Maulq hefted her, but Kara still did her best to push against him, to grind her wet petals over his frenzied tongue.

The heat was building in her as her new lover's exuberant tongue lashing steadily pushed the horny sorceress towards her peak. She fought to focus, drawing in a breath and begging, "P-please! Fuck me! I want it! I need it!"

 

[Fun_and_Games]

Maulq was not reckless; he might be a dark dwarf, but still a dwarf. Given to sensible, practical actions based on a sober chain of reasoning. Even when doing something dangerous or provocative like an attack on the dwarven complex, he did it in a way he was sure would generate good results.

What plan, however...could account for a human sorceress popping into his camp like this? He could not have tracked the chain of reasoning that would have led to this if he tried...

But there she was, her breasts still shining from the mead spilled over them, so prettily jiggling in the exposed air as he dug his tongue into her sex. And as he heard her cooing and felt her juices flow over his lips, she begged him in a way that had his blood surging into his brain, pounding away in his ears. Thinking was quite impossible.

Maulq reached down and pushed aside his own loincloth, revealing his shaft. It was not misshapen, but like the rest of him it was craggy and hard and grey as the mountain stone, run with fleshy ridges and contours that would ripple and rub over her inside if he penetrated her. Letting her slide down his chest, his grip on her thighs helped control her descent until her center was positioned just in front of his rugged spear that threatened to pierce her.

Gripping her tightly, the fat head of his phallus crushed into her core, the mushroom head of it compressed until it was wedged inside of her, then being pressed up into the depths of her body on the wings of her excitement. He was not gargantuan in length, but THICK, thick enough that his iron rod felt like it was filling her to bursting as he grunted and pumped his cock up into her body.

He was on his knees, and as he delved into her body, his rocky arms swept under her body, plucking her up off the ground, holding her out at an angle with her legs straddling either side of his hips...she would be able to curl them behind him, or plant them on the ground, whatever she wanted....either way, his incredible strength would suspend her at an angle as she was speared on his cock. He bent in...being a little shorter put his head just at the right level for her breast height...and his mouth reached out to once more drink mead off her nipples. Once again, he dribbled some on her, then set his tongue to lavish attention on her nipples and the curves of her breasts as he started to bounce her up and down, pumping his shaft into her body in the first thrusts of a vigorous coupling.

 

[Kara Lyonsbane]

Blue eyes almost seemed to glitter as Maulq swept his loincloth aside and brought his dwarven manhood into view. In a way, it was exactly what Kara would have guessed it might be had anyone bothered to ask her assumptions about dwarven anatomy. Long, though perhaps not so long as some humans, but mostly thick. For a moment, a tinge of worry flavored the sorceress' growing excitement that she might not be capable of taking the deep dwarf. Fortunately, the stronger part of the girl craved the opportunity to find out! After all, she hadn't even heard of dwarves and humans laying together.

Kara could only guess her new friend preferred to be in control given how he held onto her, moving and guiding her into place to be claimed. All she could do was try her best to relax and make that initial plunge as pleasant as possible. Eyes fluttered closed as Maulq's craggy cock pressed upon her, seeking to plunder her depths. She breathed in through her noise, shaking with a jolt and releasing that breath in an enthusiastic groan as her dwarven lover pushed in, her body yielding to his insistent efforts.

Soon their little camp was filled with the steady rhythmic slap of bodies joining in desperate need. Kara's mouth hung open, silent as she found herself incapable of expressing her experience. Maulq wedged his manhood within her and, like a chisel, drove it deeper and deeper. His quite literally breathtaking girth filled her to her limits, in ways she couldn't have imagined. The girl swooned, legs instinctively hooking around the dwarf's waist to hang onto him, and she rolled her hips in a yearning attempt to hilt his magnificence inside her.

As Maulq lifted her up, she remembered to breath and gulped down the cool, fresh, air before it escaped just as quickly in a low moan. She clung to him, moving with him, and uncertain how long she could maintain this unceasing pace. Once closed eyes opened as she felt the splash of mead across her chest, laughing as he had another taste of her. The pink tips of her breasts were already like tiny pebbles as his tongue danced across them, sending tendrils of sweet sensation through her to join the growing mass of pleasure building inside her, close to bursting.

 

[Fun_and_Games]

If there was one thing dwarves were well known for, it was endurance. Their soldiers were known to march over weeks, outdistancing their longer stride allies and enemies alike, even makimg better time than cavalry because of their churning, never ending ability to just keep going.

Kara might find herself a little on the receiving end of that difficulty now as Maulq's thick cock sank into her wanting body. Her excitement grew, giving him the juices he needed to pump into her faster, the ugly contours of his craggy shaft absolutely lovely inside of her, seeming to stimulate and awaken every inch of her inside.

Unceasing, trying not just to stir but to send her pleasure rocketing for the stars, he gripped her tightly as he aimed to have her soaring into orgasm...and if he did, to not stop there. Bringing to bear that inhuman stamina, he would slow just enough for there to be a small crest...then, renew his assault on her senses, his growl of need vibrating through her body as he hungrily sought to see if he could bring her to another crest...and another...loving the idea of fucking her into a totally different state.