Breed Her Now

Kazex was fully aware of how good Dasha's sweet mouth was making him feel (and was just as certain that it would be gratifying to bring him off that way) but his seed had a purpose. After giving her enough time to savor him, Kazex got his dwarven lover's attention with a caress to her chubby cheek.

"You are wonderful at that," Kazex assured her, "and we can explore that some more later, but this in here has but one destination."

Kazex indicated his heavily hanging balls and Dasha seemed to get the message. She drew her lips down and off of his length with a long and very deliberate slurp to end with a loving kiss on the tip.

"Of course," she whispered, "I'm ready."

Dasha shifted to her back as Kazex crouched before her, lining his erection up with the thick and glistening lips of her sex. Her hips bucked a little and she moaned just having the hot head brushing up and down against her, and then he was pushing inside. It was obvious that she was not used to such a large invader, but she was so wet from her arousal that her body managed to take him anyway in one, slow, fluid stroke. Once inside all the way, Kazex paused, just to let Dasha get used to his size. She had gone cross-eyed, overwhelmed with the sensation of pleasure and fullness, gripping at Kazex's arms and trembling.

"That's...that's d-d-deeeeep," was all she could manage.

"Keep breathing deeply," Kazex assured her, "you can take it."

"Yes!" Dasha's eyes suddenly snapped back to focus as if she'd been challenged, "Yes I can. Give it to me! Make me take it!"

Kazex's nostrils flared in response to the sudden enthusiasm and he began to move. With each long thrust, Dasha let out low moans of encouragement and was soon thrusting her broad hips back. Her head thrashed to one side and then the other as her own excitement built and Kazex reveled in watching her enjoyment. Finally, Dasha could take no more. She threw back her head, letting out a long note so clear and musical that Kazex thought for a moment she must be singing. It was all in the dwarven tongue, a fluid language that was also somehow heavy like molten metal. He couldn't understand what she was saying but it sounded sexy as hell and between that and the flexing grip of her cunt, he let go his seed into her as deep as possible. The two spasmed and thrashed, still clinging to the other as if they expected to be ripped away at any moment before collapsing on the floor in a heap of ragged breathing.

Dasha was the first to find her voice, but that was to be expected because in the confusion she'd taken to hugging Kazex's head tight to her gargantuan bosom.

"What...what happened?" she managed, "Was...was that an effect from one of your medicines?"

Kazex managed a wheezing chuckle and freed his face enough to speak.

"If I could make a medicine that did that," he answered, "I'd be rich enough to buy my own kingdom. That was likely simply your completion."

"Completion?" asked Dasha, still dazed.

"From the mating," Kazex prodded, "That's supposed to happen, or at least that lets you know you did it right."

"So that's what it feels like," Dasha murmured, now stroking Kazex's head, "I had wondered."

Now it was Kazex's turn to be surprised.

"You've never felt that before?" he asked, incredulous.

"I was never selected to marry," explained Dasha as the two shifted to face each other better, "That is the only way this...sort of thing is done among the clan, so as to make sure the clan doesn't outgrow the mine."

"And you've never...," Kazex trailed off, unsure of what the term was among the dwarves, "sought it out by yourself?"

"That was forbidden by the laws of the mine," Dasha answered, and then with a shy excitement, "Does that sort of thing happen...every time?"

"Ideally," said Kazex, "And every time we do it, if I have a say."

"You're entirely too good to me," Dasha told him, kissing the tip of his crooked nose.