No, she wants that scroll!

She grits her teeth and balls her fists, “Give me that scroll, it’s not like you need it, dumb dwarf.”

A visible vein pops of Arron’s face, “What did you just say to me?”

Shadowheart smirk “i said, dumb dw-“ *THWACK*

Her smirk disappeared and is instead replaced by a wide-eyed expression, her face turning a blue-ish pale.

The dwarf’s boot slams against her clit, flattening it completely.

Her thighs tighten around the boot as it lifts her in the air for a few seconds, so she’s only supported by her clit.

She falls to the ground, gripping her crotch desperately as she groans and moans in pain while on her knees.

Arron scoffs once again and goes back to business, leaving Shadowheart cupping her battered privates.

After about a minutes or so, she regains her strength by a little bit, and manages to stand up, trying her hardest to ignore the pain and the shame of what just happened.