A Dwarven Princess

She picked herself up off the ground, grumbling and groaning. She couldn't see you well in the shadows of the stables, but she could sense that something here wasn't right.

"Show yerself! I ain't afraid of noethin'!" She raised her two meaty fists up in front of her. She was squat like all Dwarves, just a touch higher than four feet. She was stark naked, with the exception of an eyepatch over her left eye. She was a bit of a fattie, with a big belly and a bountifull behind and thighs, but when she flexed, her great strength showed through. She had massive breasts, easily the size of watermelons, that drooped without a bra, and on each of them, like a doughnut, was a nipple. A loose looking snatch sat between her legs, muffed with a thick carpet of wild pubes that reached almost up to her belly. She even had hair under her armpits and even a little on her shoulders. She had long curly and messy hair of oak, that matched her beard... or it would if she had one. Her face and cheeks were smooth and free of any hairs. She was quite a progressive princess to not sport a beard like tradition stated. Even so, she had a beautiful, if a little chubby, feminine face, with plump crimson lips and defined eyelashes. Her nose was a little broad. She had cute freckles, and when she smiled (which she wasn't currently), one would see that she missed one of her front teeth, but they were otherwise pearly white and perfect.

"I am the princess of clan Ruggi-Tut, of the highest peak! I 'ave slayed hundreds of beasts an' demons, bare'anded an' with a blindfold on, an' me feet tied together! So show yerself then, and do yer' worst ya' shadow sneakin', yella' bellied, toothbrush usin', nose 'air clippin', toe suckin', gobbo' lovin', 'aggis hatin', shit eatin', piss bathin', masturbatin', fart sniffin', elf smellin', brick shittin', sword bitin' son of a feckin' lacktatin' knittin' nancy ponce! I'll 'ave yer' guts fer dinner, an' yer bones made into soop fer supp'r! I'll flay ya' skin off yer body, an' I'll use it to write letters to ya gran'! I'll take yer peep-balls an' give em' to me nephews to play marbles with! I'll cut yer limp dick off, an use it as a dildo fer my bitch! Yer' will be soo dead by tha' time I'm done with ya', people will pay tickets to see ya' in a museum! Aye, an' I'll cut yer into pieces soo bad, they'll 'ave to glue ye' back together IN HELL! I 'ope yer ancestors died on the toilet, an' pissed themselves! I 'ope yer ma' gave birth to ya while she was ridin' a pregnant sow, an' when the sow gave birth, they couldn't tell the difference! I 'ope yer pa' was sodomised by Trolls, an' shit on by giants! I WILL KILL YA' SO BAD, YE'LL WISH YA' WERE BEIN' THROWN OFF THE MOUNTAIN 'OMES! I WILL KILL YA' SO BAD, YE'LL WISH TO RETIRE TO WRITE OGRE POETRY! I WILL KILL YA' SO BAD, YE'LL BE DEAD!" She was practically foaming from the mouth by the end of it. A few orks outside shuffled nervously.

Most of you felt very insulted, but a small part of you rejoiced in hearing such strangely familiar curses. They felt like... home. You heaved your body, raising to the air and revealing yourself clearly. For the first time in her life, the princess showed fear in her burnt umber eyes.

That still didn't stop her from ripping a wooden support asunder with her strength, and using it as a very large club.

"Yer' a terrifyin' big bugger, ain't ya'? I'll still 'ave ye' writhin' under me foot!" Singing a battlecry, she swung the club at your legs, tearing one from its socket. It hurt, but you barely registered it. It grew back almost instantly, or rather, a new leg took its place.

You formed an appendage, like a tentacle in appearance, but with bones inside. You sweeped it into her, sending the Dwarf flying backwards, crashing into a wall.

"Ye'll 'ave toe do better than tha'- uh oh." You grabbed her ankle from a distance with an arm that extended itself like a telescope. You flailed her from side to side like a pendulum, smashing her body against the ground. When she was beaten enough to have her fight taken out of her, you formed a great, needle-toothed maw on the top of your body, and picked her up, preparing to lower her into it.

But you didn't consume her. No, something stopped you. A strange feeling filled you up. A yearning feeling. A painfully pleasurable feeling. Lust. Several hundreds, thousands of people's worth of lust. And here you had something that could abate it, if even just slightly.

You dropped her to the ground. She groaned, slowly picking herself up to her knees, but you grabbed her once again, hands on her wrists and ankles. "Och, finish me already ye' monster! Finish me!" She shouted with the last of her strength. But then she screamed in terror when she saw what you had in store for her. Cocks sprouted from your body, extending unnaturally with joints. They were as thick as logs, with leathery, veiny skin, and tuffs of hair sprouted along the shafts. They twitched and oozed a foul smelling, white goop. She winced as they neared her, straining her body away from them, but it was futile. Hands grabbed her gargantuan breasts, and held open her massive, doughnut shaped nipples.

"Noo! Noo! Please, I beg ya'! I was cursed with sensitive nipples! Not thera-a-aaaah!" Your cocks entered them, squishing the breasts against her body like cups. They wiggled inside, and she made the funniest face you have ever seen. It was surprising to see her orgasm so soon, squirting like a fire hose. You guess she was telling the truth that she had sensitive nipples, but you didn't imagine they were that sensitive! You plugged up her spraying cunt with a fist. She yelped. She looked loose on the outside, but she was very tight on the inside. She writhed and struggled as your cocks kneaded into her breasts like worms, pumping them till they were red and sore. Her nipples were dribbling milk from around the seal of your cocks. Or it could've been your cum, or both. It didn't really matter; she was dribbling something, and that gave you immense satisfaction for some reason.

Her butt jiggled nicely with each thrust of your fist into her cunt. Your hands parted her cheeks. She was a hairy, but just a little, and had a ring for an anus. Her anus looked slick, and it puckered out slightly.

Another hole to fill.

She didn't mean to or want to moan, but she did as another one of your grotesque cocks pushed its way inside. This clearly wasn't her first rodeo, but it'll certainly be her last. She was spacious. It was so spacious that you could see the tip of your cock poking through her belly. She practically lost control of herself, thrashing wildly like a puppet in a hurricane, your cock pushing further and further in, winding through her tough organs, and when you felt it coming up her gullet and through her mouth, you yourself lost control.

She gargled.

You orgasmed.

From his throne the Dark Lord smiled to himself; a very rare event. That Dwarven princess was a thorn in his side for far too long, and he was happy to hear she was dealt with.