A dagger with upgradability

John forwent the kukri and pointed at the lower design. “I like that one the best; you said it has potential to be enhanced; I’d be a fool to let such a thing slip by!”

“Good, well, I guess that settles it. That leaves us with one problem though,” Ilis said musingly. “What can we line the blade with that can give you the functionality that you need?” She rubbed her chin, looking at the plans as she contemplated the question.

Ilis ran her finger over the drawing of the blade. “You see. The blade should be your last resort or something you use to finish your opponents off. It needs to stay sharp even when not used a lot, you also need to be able to use it for harvesting reagents. There are a few metals and alloys that can be used for it, but I don’t know which would suit it the best. I need to think on it a bit more.”

John nodded as she explained, he knew she was right. He was an archer first, the melee weapon would be used primarily as a way to defend himself if the enemy got too close or when he did not want to waste ammo to finish an enemy off like when he used his sword in the Straya dungeon.

“Ilis, is there anything I can do to help you at this point? I am not really all that knowledgeable about Abyss metals. I mean, Gaia gave me this quartz and wood, but I doubt it will be of use at this point,” John said as he pulled out the two reagents he had gotten from the quest.

Ilis gave them a look over. Holding the quartz to her lips, giving it a small lick. “Quality stuff, you have right here, and that, enchanted wood? Both good for making arrows, but not useful for making blades,” she spoke with a shake of her head.

A small gasp escaped Ilis’ lips as she looked at John’s face, a small blush spreading over her cheeks as she softly patted his side.

“Well, there is a way that I usually get my creative juices flowing; normally I do it at home, you know, privately. But, seeing as I am doing this for you and you offered to help. And I mean, I heard all about the free love principles of the Hunters. So, you know. I hope you don’t think I am being too forward. I just…” her hands fidgeted with the gloves, looking away from him as she continued: “My mind works better when I get my, ehm, it’s a bit embarrassing. But can you please get naked?”

John looked a bit puzzled, about to ask why he needed to get naked when one of her small but strong hands brushed over his thigh, a small lightbulb going on in John’s head. “Oh… Ooooh!” John mumbled, suddenly realizing what Ilis meant. A blush appeared on his cheeks as well. John went into his inventory, un-equipping his clothes, his enhanced member, hanging limp between his legs, starting to slightly harden at the prospect of doing something with the beautiful, stacked dwarf.

Ilis pointed at the floor, averting her eyes from him for a moment as she asked, “Can you lay down? I have never been with a human before, and well, this way I can, you know, do things too without having to overreach.”

John nodded as he laid down. The floor was not the most comfortable, but he soon forgot all about it when he saw Ilis start to undress as well. It wasn’t a sexy show, more a quick, hurried undressing. Her gloves got tossed onto the table first, her top, boots and pants following soon after. A soft tingling sound was heard when her belt hit the table and a loud thud as the shoes hit the ground somewhere. Ilis was standing in just her underwear at that point, a bra, straining under the size of her female endowment, and simple white panties that barely contained the hair underneath, straining around the back to encompass her bootylicious, thick thighs.

“I hope you think I’m pretty enough; I know some humans dislike short people.”

John rubbed his eyes as he looked her over. She looked incredible; it was as if someone had taken a beautiful moviestar, stacked and with killer sexappeal, and then compressed her to Ilis’ size.

His cock was starting to harden considerably, and he gestured at it as he spoke awkwardly, “Well. I can’t help but react; I hope this shows you I like what I am seeing.”

Ilis eyes went wide as she nodded, moving her hands behind her back, her strong, stout arms fiddling a little before the fabric suddenly lurched forward a bit, her breasts set free as she placed her bra with her other clothes onto the table.

She closed the distance between them, taking a few small steps, looking away from him while her breasts, finally unrestrained, danced with every movement.

John had seen beautiful breasts this day already, but he had to admit that Miranda’s breasts had nothing on Ilis’ magnificent pair. Ilis had the biggest breasts he had ever seen, and she carried them so well. Her nipples and areolas were slightly darker in color and looked beautifully proportionate for the big breasts they rested upon. While her nipples hardened slightly, Ilis gaze came to rest upon his cock.

“You are quite big. Way bigger than any Dwarf or Gnome I have ever been with,” she mumbled as it still kept growing under her gaze.

“Your breasts are also the biggest I have ever seen, way bigger than Cynthia’s,” John answered what he perceived as praise with praise of his own. “Can I, can I touch them?” he asked as she knelt down at his side, sitting at the height of his torso.

Ilis nodded, slightly wiggling her breasts at him as she asked him in return, “Can I touch you as well? I want to know, it looks as big as my wrench. Is it just as heavy?”

John chuckled as he nodded. “Go right ahead. And you don’t have to make up excuses with me, Ilis. Just do what comes natural, and if you want me to touch or do something, just let me know.” With those kind words, John reached out and took a hold of her left breast, his fingers sinking into the silky soft breast. His left hand moved to her right breast, softly cupping it from below, feeling the weight of those feminine orbs on his hands.

Ilis moved her hand down to his shaft, the other hand running over John’s chest. Her hands were a bit smaller than those of a human, but John could feel the strength in them. He hoped she would be careful; his cock was not a valve to be screwed shut after all.

She slowly peeled back his foreskin, looking at the fat mushroom head as he finally grew to full hardness. She moaned softly as John’s hands moved across her breasts, feeling them up, getting lost in the heavy flesh while she herself stroked his manpillar.

John moaned softly while Ilis breathed heavier, the two looking at each other’s eyes as they slowly started to get to know one another's body. John moved his head, latching onto one of her large nipples, feeling how she tensed, then hearing a lewd moan escape her lips.

“Oh, that feels nice, John,” Ilis moaned as she gripped his meat a bit tighter, slowly stroking it up and down. The tightened grip made it feel different than when he did it himself, although it was not unpleasant at all.

While John and Ilis were groping and stroking like this, Ilis’ blush became heavier. The feeling of John’s tongue twirling around her nipple, the tugging on her breasts, the warmth of his body, all of it together made her start to get into her ‘right’ mood. She looked away absentmindedly, still stroking while her mind started working on a solution.

John sucked her other nipple into his mouth after a few moments, his fingers slowly moving down her body as he tried to look at her face; it was difficult with all the breast in his face, but he managed to get quick peeks at her, and what he saw was adorable. Her eyes were distant, but her mouth was opened a little, small coos of pleasure escaping her lips as she could feel him working on her body.

A small smile formed on John’s lips as he pulled back, his left hand still feeling up her breasts while his right moved down her body, rubbing over her slightly chubby belly to her panties. He looked at her face, looking for any sign that she wanted him to stop. When he saw none, he moved on. He slowly ran his fingers over her panties, prodding at the beautifull ass it encompassed. He heard Ilis moan louder in response. Just as John’s fingers went under the elastic waistband, her eyes regained focus.

She looked down at his cock, smiling slightly till she realized what she was doing and who she was doing it with. At that point she also noticed his fingers in her waistband. She pulled back slightly, letting go of his cock and making it so that he had to let go of both her breast and her panties. “John, I kinda lost myself there. I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she looked at him, starting to get more comfortable with him, it seemed.

“Oh, no problem, Ilis, I’m sorry if I went over a line. I just wanted to see more of you,” he answered her with a lusty grin, eyes moving from her breasts to her face and back.

Ilis ran her hands over her damp panties, looking at John’s face for a few more seconds before she shook her head. “No, you didn’t overstep any bounds. I think I ought to warn you, is all.” she whispered. “You know when they say all dwarves have beards? Well, male dwarves have them on their face, female dwarves, however, we have them on our other lips,” she blushed heavily as she said that.

Ilis ran a finger over her panties again, then looked John directly into his eyes. “If you want to go further, well, I mean. I hope you don’t mind it.”

John looked rather surprised at this revelation; he chuckled slightly, it was a bit awkward, but then he nodded. “Hairy or not, I am sure your pussy is just as beautiful as you are.”

The dwarf smiled as she nodded, gesturing for John to continue.

John hooked his hands under her panties, slowly tugging them away as a well kept but big, blonde bush appeared in front of him.

Like Ilis had said, she was hairy. Her blonde hair was well trimmed, but there was a lot of it. It started in between her thighs and ended near her backdoor; John grinned as he saw that Ilis had braided some of the longer hair, two beautiful braids lay next to her womanhood, beard beads woven into them making it actually looking rather artistic in itself.

“You are beautiful, even more so with your beard,” John teased her, running his fingers through her folds, feeling her shiver slightly.

She moaned softly as she sighed, relief on her face as she crawled over him, patting his cheek as she whispered, “Then let's see if you are as good with your dick as you are with your mouth.”

The thick, busty dwarf still looked a bit shy, but the way she positioned herself over him showed John she was just as eager for this as he was. She spread her lips with one hand as she stood over him, crouching slightly as she lined him up with her lips with the other hand.

“Nice and easy…” she whispered to herself as the tip brushed over her slick womanhood.

John moaned loudly when Ilis started to lower herself over him, her legs tensing as she moved down, the head popping into the tightest pussy he’d ever fucked, which, with his whole pool of experiences, did not say anything.

Ilis placed one hand on John’s chest as his hands found their way to her hips as the two of them slowly started to move. John thrust upwards in small, shallow movements as Ilis lowered herself, every hipbump John made sending her breasts into a small jiggle.

Ilis groaned out. “Oh, careful, you’re larger than I am used to.” Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself get stretched slightly to accommodate him.

John nodded as he kept it at shallow thrusts, slowly getting more of his length into the dwarf that rode him like a small amazon.

Each time he thrust in a little deeper, Ilis got a little faster, the two of them building a rhythm slowly but steadily. Even though John had shot a load not that long ago, he still felt his orgasm building at a rapid pace. Listening to Ilis’ moans, he was quite sure that she was doing the same, her small body sweating from both the effort and pleasure as her braids danced around with every thrust.

“Ilis... I am…” John moaned when Ilis’ eyes suddenly flew open.

“I’ve got it! Stygian steel!” Her happy cry echoed through the room as she jumped off of his cock with her next movement up; her legs being slightly sore from moving like that made what she did next a bit difficult. The dwarf, dripping with sexual juices and sweat, waddled over to the table, picked up a pencil and started scribbling on the dagger schematic.

John, on his back with a cock shining with her pussy juices, could only think.