Dwarven Deviancy

“–percent drop in efficiency as a result.” The Dwarf’s droning words fill the warm air of her workshop. “Is that clear to you?”

“Yeahh...” Krvavy hesitantly replies. “Yeah.” She repeats, sounding just a little more confident. “I won’t remember those numbers in the middle of a fight, but as long as I keep the general idea in mind...” She trails off with half a shrug.

“Mhm.” Inanna nods her head, shifting her gaze between the two stone tablets held firmly in her hands. The faint flush filling her dark-grey cheeks intensifies ever so slightly as she shifts in her seat, squeezing the Drakling’s semi-stiff dick between her thick thighs. “Still, I will keep the results on hand in case you ever need a refresher.”

The Drakling’s scaled fingers sink into the firm yet squishy titflesh of her busty shortstack. “Thanks.” She tiredly sighs out, kneading and groping Inanna’s heavy, mountainous mounds at a gentle and relaxed pace.

“Would you like to give your brain a chance to rest?” The barest hint of a teasing tone underlines the shortstack’s words, leaving no doubt to what she is subtly implying. “We are already sitting together quite intimately, after all.”

“Because you chose to make me your seat.” An exaggerated eye roll accompanies those playfully sarcastic words.

“Are you complaining about that?” Inanna asks in a voice that is anything but genuine.

“Absolutely not.” Krvavy grins and leans forwards ever so slightly, resting her chin atop the mass of coal-black hair flowing from her Dwarf’s head. Her bare tits sink into thick woollen locks instead of pressing into bare skin like they should. That minor disappointment hardly even registers in Krvavy’s mind though.

How could it when she currently has two of the worlds greatest treasures spilling out of the palms of her hands~? Two treasures that she has free rein to play with and enjoy~?

“Mm. Perhaps I will take a page from Thea’s playbook – since you seem to enjoy that so – and use this chance to complain.” The stone tablets quietly clink together as they are placed onto a nearby counter top. “You do not make the most comfortable of seats. Not even with my hair serving as padding for the backrest.”

“Well... Thea, Adeline, Beryl, and Khalia would all disagree with that.” Krvavy lightly returns, gently pinching the Dwarf’s giant, stiff nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Is it more likely that they are all wrong, or just you are~?”

“Were this not a question of preferences and personal opinion, then I would indeed trust my answer more than theirs.”

“Is that so~? Are you being an arrogant know it all~?”

“There is no arrogance to it. Only simple fact.” Inanna’s breath catches as her big and bountiful breasts are hefted up and dropped back down, their weight slamming into her stocky body. “Besides myself,” she continues on as if nothing happened, “the only one of your girls with any worldly knowledge is Beryl. Would you trust a Wood Elf or a Dwarf on matters of an academic nature?”

“Ahh, yes~. Because this is quite the ‘academic’ conversation that we’re having right now~.” Those playfully sarcastic words easily pass though Krvavy’s carnivorous and predatory grin. “But since you are so sure of your ability to answer any question I ask... then how about this~? Do all Dwarves have such giant nipples~?”

Inanna does her best to suppress a shudder as the Drakling punctuates that question with a rough and aggressive grope, pinching the two subjects of that question.

“I mean, just look at these beautiful things~. These puffy and fat areola are each almost as big as your face~! And these thick nubs are bigger than your nose~!” The barbarian’s bullying tone oozes with reverence as her fingers prod and knead. “Do all Dwarves have such lewd bodies, or is it just you~?”

“Mmh~...” Inanna’s composure cracks slightly, but quickly recovers. “I am a bit on the larger side, in that regard. But not by much.” Her voice is audibly strained as she struggles to maintain her normally neutral inflection. “Nearly all female Dwarves are what you would consider ‘quite well endowed’. The least ‘blessed’ amongst my people are still notably larger than, say, Thea. In a direct comparison, not scaling proportionally.”

“No, no, no~.” Krvavy shakes her head, rubbing her chin into the thick cushion that is her shortstack’s coal-black hair. “That is tit talk, not nipple... noise? Whatever,” she quickly brushes past her awkward attempt at alliteration. “Go on, give a proper answer this time~.”

The busty Dwarf sharply inhales. A damp wetness spreads down her thighs as she receives encouragement in the form of two firm, massaging squeezes aimed directly at the focus of this question. “Our areola and nipples grow along with our breasts, remaining rather proportional. There is still a,” she hesitates for the briefest moment, “a degree of variance between the sizes of different women, of course. But the growth seen as our bodies develop is a general rule nonetheless.”

“Mmm, interesting, interesting~...” Another pinch accompanies that playful pondering. “And just why do Dwarven women have such massive mammaries despite their short and stocky builds~? I can’t imagine that there is much of an evolutionary advantage in such **** proportions~.”

“Hahh~... It...” Inanna takes a very deep breath, truly struggling to keep her tone calm and even. “It is not... uncommon... for certain animals to have fat stores on their bodies. And people are just... intelligent animals.”

Krvavy skeptically raises an eyebrow. “I really doubt that that is the case here.” Her voice grows harsher, though still retains its teasing undercurrent. “Do you seriously expect me to believe that Dwarves of all people need their bodies to help them prepare for rough times? And if that still was the case, then why is it only women who have these ‘fat stores’?”

“It is but one theory and... not as unlikely as you may think. Pregnancy requires... Nnnh~...” The grey-skinned shortstack shudders and takes a moment to collect herself. “Pregnancy requires a great deal of extra nutrients. Thus, women are... are in greater need of such energy stores.”

“Oh~? You’re doubling down, are you~? If you’re right, then why do these~,” the Drakling’s fingers grab onto Inanna’s plump and puffy nipples, pinching just below the thick nubs that crown those massive mounds. “These~...” She gently shakes her head, pushing past the distractions held in her hands. “Then why do these swollen and lewd teats grow alongside these two huge ‘fat stores’~? That seems like an odd choice for such a utilitarian part of your body, don’t you think~? Being bigger doesn’t provide them any real advantage, now does it~?”

“My Ushumgal~...!” A gasped moan escapes the shortstack’s parted lips. “I~...!”

“What is it~? Do you have something to say~?” Krvavy grins sadistically as she roughly gropes her Dwarf’s sensitive nipples, making sure to squeeze just a bit harder whenever Inanna is about to speak. “Something like... another possible answer to my question~? One that isn’t so weak~? Maybe you’ll try to tell me that Dwarven women produce a lot of milk, and that having such massive udders is just a side effect of that~? Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll admit to what we both know is the real reason~! Tits as wonderful as these don’t just appear in a single generation, after all~!”

“What...ever~... the reason~... may~... may be~...” Each of Inanna’s gasped words grows more firm and resolute than the last. “I~... simply do not care~...!” She all but shouts out, quivering in growing bliss. “Whether it be luck or~... or selective pressure~...! The means matter not to me, only the results~...! And those results~... have enamoured you, my love, to such a degree that I must thank those who’s choices led to this~!”

The Drakling goes tense as sturdy fingers grasp onto her stiff shaft, reverently stroking the upper portion of her colossal cock as it rises above her shortstack’s thick thighs.

“[Oh venerable ancestors~!]” Gone is Inanna’s normally neutral tone. “[My mother, my father~! Their mothers, their fathers~!]” Lust and arousal drips from each and every syllable, tainting her stilted prayer. “[Those of my blood and those not~! To all who came before me~! I offer my deepest and most sincere gratitude for the gift you have given me~! The gift of life and of this body~!]”

Krvavy bites her bottom lip and stifles a moan. Jolts of pleasure run through her body unimpeded. Her relentless groping lessens to a gentle massage as she finds herself so thoroughly caught off guard.

“[Above all others, I am forever grateful to those whose perverse preferences led to our women becoming so well endowed~!]” The dutiful Dwarf’s palm presses into the very tip of Krvavy’s colossal cock, smearing the steady stream of pre all over the sensitive and swollen head. “[Whether a conscious effort was made to ensure that future generations would enjoy this gift or not, I must still praise the results of your desires~! No other race on or below the surface of this planet we call home is as blessed as we~! All because of you, my esteemed and most revered ancestors~! Your pursuits have not gone unrecognized~! Your sacrifices have not gone unacknowledged~!]”

The barbarian’s hands dig into her grey-skinned shortstack’s gigantic tits, the firm yet pillowy breast meat squishing out between her fingers. That single unintentionally aggressive grope hardly even disturbs her Dwarf’s corrupted prayer.

A white, foggy static creeps at the edges of Krvavy’s mind.

“[I myself may be naught but a disgrace in your eyes, my distinguished and illustrious ancestors~! For I have freely given the gifts that you have given me to a scion of our most ancient of enemies~!]” Not even the slightest hint of shame fills Inanna’s uncharacteristically emotional voice. Her thighs squeeze down around the Drakling’s dick, rubbing along its lengthy shaft. “[I did not do so out of malice, but of love~! And – I will not lie to you nor myself – of lust~! My own degenerate desires simply cannot be sated by any of our men~! Only a Dragon such as this one I have sworn myself to~!]”

Krvavy grits her teeth and quietly groans. Her very being is devoid of all but ecstasy and the degenerately worshipful words of her Dwarf.

“[I seek not forgiveness for such a betrayal~! Nor understanding~! I will continue to look kindly onto you, my noble and virtuous ancestors, regardless of if you look kindly onto me~!]” Inanna’s chanting voice wavers for just the briefest of moments, shuddering lewdly as the cock held between her meaty thighs throbs in **** need. “[For I am forever grateful of the gifts which you have given me, the gifts which have made me one of the greatest treasures owned by the Dragon that I call my Ushumgal~!]”

Despite the Drakling’s futile attempts to resist the inevitable, she finds herself being pushed over the edge. The sadistic teasing that she had levelled onto her busty shortstack had primed the barbarian, leaving her far more **** than she ever would have thouht.

Her swollen shaft swells even further as the first spurt of seed shoots up along its length, splattering directly into the palm of Inanna’s hand with a wet squelch.

The Dwarf’s cum-soaked fingers slip down from the turgid tip, firmly grasping onto the sensitive spot just beneath the erupting cockhead.

Pleasure wracks through the barbarian’s body as the next load is launched up into the warm air. A thick rope of creamy cum shoots clean across the workshop, travelling in a large arc with its peak at a height above even the Drakling’s head.

Inanna’s thighs tighten around the throbbing shaft. Her wide hips roll forwards, rubbing her soaked pussy against the ridges that line this oversized rod. Her caressing hands pull on Krvavy’s cock, pointing the barrel of that canon back towards her lewd body.

Krvavy frantically kneads at her Dwarf’s big and bountiful breasts, fingers digging into mountains of titflesh. Bliss fills her blanking mind as time loses all meaning to her. Throbbing pulses of pleasure flow through her body, blending together as she cums and cums and cums even more.

Rope after rope of thick cream covers the busty shortstack. Sticky strands of white cover the vast expanse of dark-grey cleavage, barely leaving any of that stone-like skin uncovered.

Stray droplets of burning hot seed splatter into the backs of Krvavy’s molesting hands as the oozing mess drips down between her fingers and these titanic tits.

“Hahhh~...” The barbarian breathes out in relief. Her ever so slightly softened shaft shudders as one last spurt shoots out, hitting her Dwarf square in the belly.

“Mmm~...” Inanna hums in pleasure, her thick body twitching in aftershocks of pleasure. “Anything even associated with your penis is perfect, my Ushumgal~...” She quietly whispers out, bringing a cum-coated hand up to her lips. “Mmhm~...”

Krvavy’s cock throbs as she gazes down from atop her Dwarf’s head. The two of them have made a beautiful mess together. A creamy glaze covers Inanna’s massive breasts like a thin and uneven layer of icing on a cake. The contrast in colouring serves only to make this already alluring woman into an even more stunning sight.

“Mmmm~...” Inanna calmly licks the fingers of one hand clean while the other reaches out and grabs a towel from a neatly folded stack resting on the nearby counter. It is almost as if she entirely expected this outcome before they even began those many tests... “Here~.”

The barbarian’s mind is still in the process of rebooting as the towel is **** between the Dwarf’s huge squished tit and her grabby hand.

“I do not have as large an appetite as some of your other girls~.” The grey-skinned shortstack plainly explains, her voice mostly returning to its normally neutral tone. “That said~...” She tilts her head back, dislodging the Drakling in the process, and stares into her Draconic lovers’ eyes with an upside down face. “I am not quite done yet~. And I do not believe you are either~.”

“Do you... have something in mind~?” Krvavy bites her bottom lip and idly drags the towel across her Dwarf’s cum-coated tit, causing Inanna to shudder lightly.

“Yes~.” That simple answer is accompanied by only a nod. No further explanation follows, only a few breathy gasps as she grabs another towel and joins the Drakling in wiping down her sensitive breasts.

Relative silence fills the air as the two lovers clean the mess as best they can with only a handful of towels. A couple sheets of absorbent fabric pale in comparison to a bath or a shower, but they do the job well enough. A sticky sheen remains on the shortstack’s skin, glistening in the light of her workshop and ensuring that the scent of sex still strongly clings to her busty body.

“Mm.” The faintest tinge of annoyance fills that hum. Inanna’s fingers pull at a glob of cum that made its way into her coal-black hair. The fact that only a few splattered droplets ended in that woollen mass is a miracle, but even that small amount is still too much for her liking.

Disappointment pulls at Krvavy’s lips as the Dwarf slips off her lap. Her stiffened cock bounces back up without the shortstack’s weigh holding it in place.

Inanna lifts her gaze and looks Krvavy in the eyes. “You quite enjoyed what we just did, yes~?” She asks with a tinge of amusement in her voice. “Of course, my Ushumgal~,” she firmly grabs onto the Drakling’s larger hands.