A Unique Proposition

“Knock knock.”

“Mm?” Inanna questioningly hums out, placing her hammer aside and turning away from her forge. “Greetings, my Ushumgal. For what do I owe this pleasure?”

“No need to be so formal.” Krvavy’s warm smile grows a little lewd as she hungrily takes in the sight of her Dwarf’s near-naked body, stone-grey skin glistening with sweat. Inanna may be wearing a dirty leather apron with equally dirty gloves, but that isn’t enough to stop the Drakling from being attracted to her. In fact, it just gives the working woman even more charm. “I just felt like popping over to say hello.”

“Mhm.” Inanna raises a single thick eyebrow, skeptically meeting the Drakling’s emerald eyes. “And Thea’s nagging did not play a part in that decision?”

“You’ve done an amazing job building your workshop.” Krvavy idly comments, looking at the thick stone walls around her as she playfully ignores that question. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to help you put a roof on this place just yet?”

“No, I would prefer that you fortify the grotto first.” The Dwarf shakes her head. “Now, will you answer my question or continue to dodge it?”

“You know how impatient that beautiful brat can be.” Krvavy casually replies, smiling innocently. “She’s just excited about that wonderful gift that you made for her, even if she won’t exactly admit it.”

“I see. Well,” the Dwarf steps away from her forge, “it is indeed complete. True to my word, I completed the modifications rather quickly.”

“And you didn’t drop everything you were doing just to deliver it to her?” The barbarian gasps in mock surprise, making it very obvious that she isn’t being serious. “My oh my! Thea will not be happy about that!”

“That girl could do to learn some patience.” Inanna’s lips curl upwards into the faintest smile as she walks past Krvavy, gently elbowing the Drakling’s thigh as she does so. “Here. As you can see, it is fully finished and ‘prettied up’, just as your princess demanded.”

Krvavy leans forwards to give the crossbow a closer look. A few bands of metal inlaid with connected and repeating geometric patterns have been set into the sides of the crossbow, each one flanked with some similar patterns carved directly into its wooden body. The whole thing is still a little rough, but not in an unfinished kind of way.

“Most of these external runes are to regulate the crossbow’s weight, though of course that only occurs when they are active.” The Dwarf explains, idly trailing a finger along a line of runes over a new hole located some distance behind the lock. “Due to the increased demand for mana, I was **** to add a slot for a crystal battery, which I elected to make easily removable so that even Thea would be able to change it out if need be.”

“I know that I don’t have to tell you this, but great work.” Krvavy smiles warmly as she pats Inanna on the head, feeling that voluminous mass of coal-black hair beneath her palm. “And it looks pretty good too, so I doubt Thea will have any real complaints.”

“Beyond it not being immediately delivered to her upon completion.” A faintly playful twinkle fills Inanna’s copper-orange eyes as she states that obvious fact in her utterly neutral voice.

“And speaking of delivering it...” The Drakling trails off with an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose that I should take this and get out of your hair. You looked pretty busy doing... whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted.”

“I was making the pulleys for the kitchen lift.” Inanna plainly points out. “But I do not mind the distraction. In fact, I could use a break. Though not at this exact moment: I should finish the one I am currently working on first. So, perhaps in an hour?”

“Oh, you want to take a break~?” A lewd look fills the Drakling’s face as she hungrily stares down at the Dwarf.

“Yes, my Ushumgal. But, as I said, not right this moment.” The grey-skinned shortstack turns and heads back to her forge. “I will come to you when I am ready.” She grabs her hammer and glances back over her shoulder. “If you need something to pass the time, then perhaps you should decorate the dining room? I am sure Thea would appreciate that.”

“Right, guess I’ll see you then.” Anticipation fills Krvavy even as she picks up the heavily modified crossbow and turns to leave. “I can hardly wait~.”

“Mm. I thought that I would find you here.”

The barbarian immediately perks up as she hears her Dwarf’s voice from behind her. “Of course.” Krvavy pushes aside the various coloured stones and turns towards Inanna. “Didn’t want to make you look all over for me.”

“Eager, aren’t you?” Inanna smiles slightly and cocking her hip to the side, leaning forwards just a little as she puts her expansive dark-grey breasts on full display. “Ready to take a break?”

“Always~.” A hungry grin spreads across the Drakling’s face. “Want to do it here, or...?”

“I may be rather durable, but I still prefer the padding of our bed.” The Dwarf is already heading off as those words leave her lips.

Krvavy experiences a brief moment of mourning as she watches Inanna walk away. The Dwarf’s voluminous mass of coal-black hair completely blocks the view of her body from behind, so Krvavy can’t watch her hips sway and her ass jiggle with each step. What a tragedy...

“Come along now, don’t lose yourself to your thoughts.” Inanna calls out without looking back, her normally neutral voice tinged with just the faintest bit of amusement.

The barbarian gently shakes her head and, with her much longer legs, quickly catches up with the shortstack. Krvavy towers over her Dwarf and takes full advantage of that fact to shamelessly stare down at Inanna’s massive grey-skinned globes, the vast expanse of titflesh jiggling wonderfully as they climb the stairs together.

“Mm. Enjoying the view?”

“Do you really need to ask~?”

“I suppose not.” Inanna’s calm tone is betrayed by the beginning of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “You are acting extra lascivious today.”

“Am I? Well, not to dump the blame onto you, but...” The Drakling stares down at the Dwarf with a playful hunger in her eyes. “It is your fault. You’ve left me waiting, brimming with anticipation, for over an hour. I’ve been left alone with nothing but my perverted thoughts that whole time, imagining all the things we could do together.”

“Mm. Should you really admit that?” The busty shortstack curiously asks, raising a thick eyebrow as she pauses before the bed. “What if, in the future, I purposefully leave you waiting like that purely to make you more lively for when I finally help you release all that energy?”

“Good question.” Krvavy idly pulls at her loincloth, letting it drop down to the floor. Her semi-stiff shaft bobs in the air, hanging in front of Inanna’s face. “But I have to ask, would you really play with fire like that~? You know what could happen if I lose myself to my desires~. And while I’m sure that you would just love some of the things that I’d do to you, there are plenty others that you wouldn’t~. Like, say, going and using one of my other girls instead~.”

“Who is to say that I wouldn’t enjoy that?” The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes stare up at the Drakling. Her huge tits wobble as she places her hands onto her hips, giving off a rather smug and confident aura as she refuses to yield. “I am more than capable of living vicariously through the others. I could easily imagine myself in their place while matching the pace of your rutting with a much more reasonably sized instrument.”

“Is that so~?” Krvavy almost whispers those words out as she leans forwards, looming over the shortstack roughly half her height. Her lips spread into a sadistically teasing smile as she trails a single finger across the Dwarf’s sensitive titflesh, slowly making her way down to the large puffy nipple that caps that mountainous mound. “So you would be completely fine with mauling these yourself~?” She asks, pinching the stiffened nub between finger and thumb.

A bit of colour fills Inanna’s dark-grey cheeks. “Of course.” She responds in an even tone. “I am capable of satisfying my own desires by my lonesome, as I have for decades already. But, my Ushumgal, I will not deny that your assistance would elevate the experience far beyond what I could experience by my own hand.”

“Oh~? Trying to appease my pride, are you~?” The barbarian’s other hand grabs onto Inanna’s neglected tit, idly kneading its firm yet yielding flesh. Her cock throbs in time with her heart, growing stiffer with each drumming beat. The anticipation of burying that sizable shaft between those bountiful breasts is almost overwhelming.

Almost.

“It is tempting to let you get away with that, but I’m not quite sure if I want to~.” The Drakling playfully growls. “You see, I think that we could have a bit more fun if we worked together to find the answer to a question that just popped into my head~. I normally like to drown my girls in pleasure, causing them to cum again and again and again~. But what if I changed it up a little~? What if I didn’t let you cum~? How long could you last before giving in to pleasure~? How many times could I bring you to the edge but stop you from going over~? Do you want to find out~?”

“Mm. While that does sound like fun, I am afraid that I must disappoint you.” Inanna calmly states, maintaining her composure even as a dark red blush fills her cheeks. “I already had a plan for what we would do today, and you’ll find it far more enjoyable than sexually torturing me.”

“Are you sure about that~?” Krvavy’s inhuman tongue pokes out past her lips as she kneels onto the ground, making it far easier to lick along the Dwarf’s deep cleavage while still molesting those massive mammaries.

“Without a doubt.” The busty shortstack breathes out, keeping nearly all signs of the pleasure that she is experiencing out of her voice. “You struggle to maintain your composure at the best of times, and lose it entirely when you orgasm. So if you wish to keep me from experiencing such relief, then you too must deny your own pleasure. And we both know who would be victorious if it were to become a contest for who could hold out the longest.”

“Is that a challenge~?”

“Perhaps. But for another time.” Inanna lets her lips twist into a full-on smirk as she briefly glances to the side. “Because you are now far to late to stop my plan. Your monologuing was your demise.”

“Wha–?”

“MAAAAATEE~!”

Krvavy barely has time to react as the Orc launches across the room. She lets go of the Dwarf and jumps up to try catching Khalia, but is not fast enough. Air is **** from her lungs as she slams down onto the soft moss padding of their bed, legs dangling over the edge.

“MAATE~! MAATEEE~! ARWHOOO~!” The Were-Beast excitedly howls out, straddling her Mate’s midsection and successfully pinning Krvavy down.

“You see, my Ushumgal, I invited Khalia to partake in our personal time.” The Dwarf calmly climbs the steps up onto the bed, letting her loom above the Drakling. “But not for selfless reasons. No, far from it. I am not in the mood for a mere threesome, but instead for something much more... unique. More bizarre, admittedly.”

“And – mnhh – what would that be?” The barbarian grunts out, not bothering to even slightly resist the precious puppy sitting atop her. Not even as Khalia’s wide tongue licks across her face, leaving it slightly damp with drool.

“As you know, the difference in our sizes poses a problem for any attempts we make at having proper intercourse.” The grey-skinned Dwarf lowers herself down beside the Drakling’s head, taking a moment to brush a strand of crimson hair out of her Ushumgal’s face. “We do have a workaround to that issue available to us, one which I was not willing to take until I had as much of you inside of me as physically possible.”

“Now look who’s monologuing...” Krvavy masks her movement with an exaggerated sigh, slipping a hand free from Khalia’s grasp and lifting it up towards the Dwarf’s bare breasts.

Inanna hardly reacts to the renewed groping, and completely ignores the Drakling’s interruption as she continues on. “Thus, I propose that rather than directly having sex with me, you do so via Khalia. She has the potential to bridge the gap between our differing sizes: she can take your sizable length with ease, and her engorged clitoris is a far more manageable size for myself. Is that acceptable for you?”

Krvavy stops molesting her busty shortstack to actually consider that. To be honest, she kind of forgot that the Were-Beast’s clit can grow into a cock of sorts. Is she alright with that pseudo-penis penetrating into her Dwarf? Is she alright with it going deeper than her own shaft has, claiming something that she has yet to claim?

“My Ushumgal, if you are not comfortable with that, the–”

“You’re right, it’s definitely bizarre.” The barbarian cuts Inanna off, furrowing her brow as she meets those intense copper-orange eyes. For once, the Dwarf’s gaze isn’t utterly unreadable. “But... I’m not... against it.” Krvavy slowly mutters out those words, accompanying them with a gently shake of her head.

“My Ushumgal.” Inanna calmly addresses the Drakling, grabbing at Krvavy’s wrist and tenderly holding on to it. “Your possessive nature is one of the many things that I love about you. I understand if this request is too much, and will not begrudge you for deny it. So please, do not **** yourself to do this if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

“No, it’s... it’s...” Krvavy frowns as she struggles to put her thoughts and feelings into words. “Even just thinking about someone else fucking you is... unpleasant.” The barbarian pauses briefly as the Orc finally slips off of her body, settling down on the bed beside her. “You are mine. Only mine. I do not want to share. At all. Ever. But Khalia is also mine. And I’m far from being against my girl’s having sex with each other, whether I’m there or not.”

The Were-Beast woman shuffles slightly as she struggles to keep still and to keep silent, looking a little nervous as she listens to her Mate ramble on and on.

“But if Khalia had an actual dick... then that would change things. I don’t think I’d be able to even slightly tolerate her using it on you. Or on any of the others.” The barbarian takes a long and slow breath. “Luckily it isn’t an actual dick. It’s just her clit. It’s weird, but doesn’t make me feel... well, anything negative. It’s no different to a sex toy in my mind. No different from Beryl using her vines.”

“Mm. Your verdict, my Ushumgal?”

Krvavy reluctantly lets go of her Dwarf’s big bountiful breasts so that she can push herself into an upright position, pulling her legs and meaty tail up onto the bed in the process. “Let’s do it.” She states, looking between the grey-skinned Dwarf and green-skinned Orc. “I was feeling like doing something a bit different anyway, so might as well go all the way into the weird. It’ll be an interesting experience, at the very least.”

“Good.” Inanna nods her head, looking ever so slightly relieved. “Though I must apologize for ruining the mood with this proposition. You had worked yourself up quite a bit, but all that lust had left as the mood changed.”

“Well, if you want to apologize~...” Krvavy’s emerald eyes twinkle playfully as she lets her voice trail off.

“Mm. Yes, there are many ways that two attractive women could apologize to their lover.” The Dwarf’s lips curl into the faintest smile as she glances towards the Orc. “Don’t you agree, Khalia?”