Erik's Shenanigans[Side Story, Lewd Content]

Erik always did struggle to compete with Wilkes. Well except in matters of running his mouth. He watched his longest friend skulk into the tavern with Barry filing in shortly after. So Erik let loose in full.

"And then when I'm fully a sailor I'll be sure to keep all the fish in and pirates out!" Erik excitedly declared to his now captive audience. Three women, and one of the street dogs he had seen before. Standing atop a barrel and doing fencing movements proved difficult as the ale came to collect its due. Right as he began to fall Erik leaned into it, flinging his feet overhead to flip and land safely.

His feet found the ground, but he did take a few wobbly steps afterward to completely stick it. He spread his arms wide and smiled at the women, they giggled and walked off. The mutt looked up at him and tilted its head quizzically. Erik shrugged and wandered off the dog following the smell of food elsewhere.

He found himself on stage in short order, given his new clothes and cheers from the general village. No parents to claim him meant the masses would have to do. Wilkes's mother did cheer for him loudest out of the crowd, so that was quiet comfort. He darted off the stage as quickly as he could, racing to change out of his toga and into his proper adult attire as soon as he could.

"Now they have to take me seriously." He spoke softly to himself, spreading out the wrinkles and admiring himself in the dull reflection of a window. He smiled. He waltzed back to the festival, the feast kicking fully into gear. The number of seats at the table sat every new worker or tradesmen handily. By his own luck he found himself beside three women. Each equally easy on his eyes.

Amy the new archivist, taking over for Thomas. She was short due to her origin, somewhere between three and three and half feet tall. Pale skin from working in doors all day was a pleasing change from the usual tans in the village. Wavy brown hair reached her shoulders when down, but was pulled up into a bun and fixed in place with a hairpin for the special occasion. Her most noticeable feature was her chest. Diminutive gnomish stature meant her large breasts looked even larger. They were easily d cups, but on her frame they looked impossibly large. Erik found himself staring at them throughout the night.

Beatrice as the new trapper of the hunting party on the island was also of note as she sat at the same table. Erik couldn't help but notice her skirt hiking up more as the night went on, more and more of those long green legs for him to gaze at poking out from the pelts. She wasn’t with her bow, but he did notice the scattering of knives on her person. Muscle toned by long hours of hunting... perfect to sink his teeth into. However she only had eyes for Wilkes.

Finally Hannah. The baker's daughter became the second baker. She was plump, and filled her new apron out nicely. His mind wandered to what her shapely figure would look like in just the apron.

The blush set fully on his face was easily dismissed as the **** running its course, praise be, but his actions spoke enough anyway. Throughout the dinner he'd cut into conversation to remind the women he was there whenever possible. Small jokes, fishing anecdotes here and there. Making conversation to see which would give him the time of day... or preferably company tonight.

The group went about trading stories from learning. The girls laughed at the number of times he had gotten himself and Wilkes out of trouble by relying on Rangpar. Beatrice seemed particularly amused

The group traded stories from their apprenticeships as the feast wore on. Erik spoke of hauling lines in storms, of Barry barking himself hoarse over tangled nets, and of the many occasions Rangpar had solved problems by simply picking someone up and putting them elsewhere. The girls laughed each time the stories grew more absurd.

"Then Rangpar grabs the fella by his belt," Erik said, standing halfway from his seat to demonstrate, "walks him all the way back to the dock and tells him he's 'calm enough now.'"

"Was he calm?" Hannah asked, stifling a laugh.

Erik shrugged. "He was by the time Rangpar put him down."

Even Amy smiled at that, a quiet little thing that disappeared almost as quickly as it came. Beatrice snorted into her ale.

"Sounds like my cousin considers you kin."

Erik rolled his shoulders.

"Either that or he keeps me around because I fit behind him when fights start."

"Coward."

"Strategist."

"Coward."

"Sailor." Erik lifted his mug and a small smirk. Beatrice gave him a laugh and shook her head. Clinking her mug against his

"Fair enough."

Another slice of pork disappeared from her plate while Erik worked his way through the rest of his pint. Somewhere around the ninth or tenth, the count had stopped mattering. He lifted the mug to his lips again only to notice Beatrice's attention drifting over his shoulder. She smirked as her eyes locked onto something in the distance.

Erik followed her gaze just in time to see Wilkes disappearing through the crowd toward the tavern, looking as though he'd lost someone he was talking to in the mob. The same annoyed expression he made when having to make new nets plastered over his face.

"Poor bastard," Erik muttered.

"He'll live."

"Probably."

Beatrice stood, stretching her shoulders before draining the last of her drink.

"Don't let these two bore each other to ****."

With that she slipped into the crowd after Wilkes, leaving only Erik, Hannah, and Amy at the table.

Hannah lingered another minute, her eyes following the dancing as another song began. She smiled to herself.

"I promised my father I'd help carry the bread back before everyone eats the baskets too."

She excused herself with an apologetic wave, hurrying off toward the bakery's stall. The noise of the festival rushed back into the silence she'd left behind. For the first time that evening, Erik found himself alone with Amy. She folded her hands neatly in her lap, glanced down at her untouched cup, then back up at him.

"You know, Erik," Amy said softly, "I've really enjoyed talking to you tonight."

"I've enjoyed chatting with you too. Maybe you could show me that book you mentioned earlier?" Erik smoothly asked, scooting his chair slightly closer to her. He held her gaze and was finding it easier to see her as more than a giant pair of tits.

"I could after we finish eating, I do live in the loft above the library though... so we'll have to be quiet in conversation." She says timidly, she shifts and her chest sways. For a moment nothing is going on behind Erik's eyes.

"I... yes." the words leave his mouth as scoots back slightly. A moments reprieve, and he actually has her attention. Coasting is possible here.

Amy has a deep blush across her round face as she stares at him. She fidgets with her hands between bites of food. There's a tension that's rising. Wilkes crashes through the background dance floor like waves on a rocky beach, as he stumbles past he leaves two pints of Ale on the table.

"cheers?" Erik lifts the pint

"cheers." Amy responds, a soft thunk as the rims meet.

Four pints later and Erik has Amy rested on her ladder for reaching the higher shelves of books. The height difference solved he began to kiss her like his life depended on it. Her lips are soft, and warm. His hands drift around her midriff. Grabbing and holding. Pulling her in without pulling her off the ladder.

"Erik... I- I want you." Amy stutters between kisses. He eyes around the library, her place of work, quickly. Devoid of foot traffic, but he'd really rather go to her loft.

"You said you had a loft near here?"

"mhm... up there." She pointed towards the far corner from where they stood. Another ladder, he chuckled.

"Guess we hopped on the wrong ladder first?" He teased her, she simply giggled and led him up the right ladder. He watched her ass wobble as she climbed slowly. Two globes nearly the size of her breasts. Erik was gaining a rapid appreciation for gnomish women.

Amy crested the top of the ladder into the loft, the pleasant view disappearing. Erik continued to climb and peaked his head in. Her bed was flanked by a pile of books and a small table with a candle she quickly lit. Amy sat upon her bed and fiddled with the sheets as Erik made his way up into the loft proper. Erik glanced over the titles, he recognized a mix of historic accounts of legends and romantic novels. He quirked an eyebrow in the soft candle light and noticed her blush harder. He picked up a book of particular interest.

“I- well- you see-” She stammered as he lifted a book about elven lovers, heat spread to the pointed tips of his ears. The cover had an image of a shirtless blonde elven man, he resisted the urge to give her a deadpan stare. “At least she has a type” Erik thought to himself smugly. He worked his way towards the bed in the loft. He sat at the edge, taking his boots and socks off to avoid spreading any of the outside world’s germs in her private space.

“Amy, what’s your favorite romance book?” Erik asked as he crawled next to her on the bed, he laid fully on his back, wrapping an arm around the smaller woman. She cuddled up to his side and remained mostly quiet. After a long pause she answered.

“I prefer a legend over a novel actually…” She spoke softly without stammering this time, a hand drifted over his chest. She pulled at the strings of his shirt, undoing the collar of it. “That should make you more comfortable.”

Erik blinked, and suddenly he was down to his underwear in a woman’s bed. She hadn’t even bothered to say which legend before straddling his waist. She was still in her dress, a simple brown thing. An oaky color if he had to place it. His hands drifted under the hem, and up her short legs. There was a firmness to them, hidden muscle from walking at a doubled pace all day long. She saw the confusion on his face and blushed anew. Whatever confidence she had to straddle him faded as she hid her face in her hands.

“I have to run to keep up with most people! This town isn’t designed for the shorter races!” She was indignant and embarrassed. He leaned up on his elbows and kissed her. Eyes closed, he shifted to hold the back of her head. He undid the pin in her hair, letting it cascade down around both of them like a veil.

The only thing they could see anymore was each other. Erik rolled the both of them over on her bed. She was pinned beneath him now, one hand next to her head and the other exploring her body. He pulled her dress up and off of her, tossing it aside to pile on top of his discarded clothing. The slip she wore underneath left very little to the imagination. It was a loose fitting gown that let him fully see how her chest heaved while she took short breaths. Down to their underwear, nearly bare before one another, the young lovers stared at one another.

“I uh, have gotten this far at the brothel, but never taken the full leap… are you sure about this? About me?” Erik asked as carefully as he could. He was pressed up against her in a way that felt divine, but he had to be certain about it.

“You’re in my loft, in my bed. Who else would I want?” Amy answered with a question of her own.

“Just… used to playing second fiddle I guess. I’ll stop talking for now.” It was Erik’s turn to be timid. Amy cupped his cheek and pulled him closer for a kiss. Her other hand pulled his underwear down to his knees. His cock swung free, and her eyes went wide. She measured it with her hand, the length of it reaching from the tip of her middle finger to her wrist.

“Eight Inches…” She muttered, Erik focused on breathing evenly. His mind swirled with dozens of ideas of what he could do to her. She pumped her hand along the length of his shaft, biting a lip as she stared him in the eyes. With his free hand he began to massage her chest. Squeezing and pawing at her breasts. The gnome still stared at him wide eyed, seemingly reveling in the difference in stature. Hot breath tickled his face, he stole another kiss. This time daring to explore her mouth with his tongue. She melted into it, her hand quit stroking and just kept a grip. Erik ventured to do something else with his tongue. He began to plant kisses while descending her body. Her cheek, then neck, and stopped at her chest. He took one of her puffy nipples into his mouth and suckled gently. He had both hands free now as he crawled down her, so he ran a hand against her side with one and massaged the unattended breast with the other. Groping the gnome as she moaned softly. She was almost cooing for him as he resumed the trail of kisses. Her midriff wasn’t toned like her legs, but was still taught. Each kiss lower down left Amy blushing more. She played with his hair once his lips met her crotch. A small, trimmed bush met him there. A triangle pointed to her pussy. He kissed the inside of her muscular thighs, only letting his breath tickle her slit.

The teasing seemed to become too much for her, with the grip she had on his hair she yanked him towards her pussy. She shoved the folds against his mouth and rolled her hips. He stuck his tongue out and she let out a long moan.

“Lick me Erik, c’mon… you know what to do right?” She asked between ragged breaths. Slowly he lapped at her folds. Testing her reactions to swirling his tongue in different motions, rubbing against different parts of her insides. Some only made her breath hitch, others rewarded him with moans. He loved the experience. Having the timid woman hump his face and pull his hair slightly awoke something in him. He wanted, no needed this.

She let him up for air briefly. Her juices running down his chin. He crawled back up her and planted another deep kiss. The tastes of her swirling on his tongue. Her legs were spread, and the tip of his cock pressed against her wet pussy. He looked down at her, and she stared up nodding her head. She aligned his cock head with her entrance, and he slowly pushed in. The new feeling was mind numbingly blissful. Warm, soft in a way he couldn’t fully explain, and unbelievably tight. He could only fit half his cock in before a pained wince came from Amy.

“Did I hurt you?” Erik asked softly, she shook her head eyes still scrunched shut.

“Just… haven’t had anything bigger than my fingers before, and by the gods you are bigger! So much bigger…” her eyes opened slowly but remained half lidded. She panted lightly as she began to wrap her legs around his waist. More of his cock worked it’s way in, and the gnome arched her back with a long moan. Her pussy clamped wildly and it was Erik’s turn to call out to the gods.

“Amy… did you just?”

“Yeah…”

He pulled his hips back slowly, but her legs remained locked. She refused to be finished with him, even if she was sweating and panting. A determined look in her eyes spurred him to thrust back into her. She needed this as much as he did.

Slow, deep thrusts set a rhythm that they kept for most of the night. Eight full inches swinging in and out of the diminutive woman. Her pussy was stretched to the absolute limit, but she seemed to be in heaven. Her tongue had begun to loll out, her eyes lidded and hazy with lust. She kissed Erik's face, neck, and shoulders whenever she could. Singing praises of him as she quickly forgot about having to be quiet. Finally a stirring came in Erik’s core. A clench in the haft of his cock followed by a tightness in his balls. He shot his seed deep inside her and cupped his hands as she laid back on the bed now drenched in sweat. Her pale skin shivered as the candle was burning the last of it’s length. Erik slowly pulled out of her, his length diminishing in size as he did. Neither of them spoke much, instead curling up with each other in the new archivist’s bed. The drunken haze about both of them was fading, and Erik rolled out of the bed late in the night to relieve himself. He dressed and left the library, wandering back to his private shack on the beach. On a lone shelf he pulled out a box containing two rings, and slipped one onto his own hand.

“Gotta give the other to Amy tomorrow… can’t forget.” He scrawled himself a small note saying to do so beside the ring. The drunk elf then collapsed on his cot until the sun rose into the sky.