Dwarven Dominance

The Drakling raises an eyebrow as she lets herself get pulled onto her feet. “Acting like you didn’t enj–”

“Down.” The Dwarf tugs on Krvavy’s arms, ‘dragging’ the Drakling towards the ground. “Further.” She all but demands, glancing up slightly to maintain eye contact with the kneeling barbarian. Her hands rest firmly on Krvavy’s shoulders, ‘pushing’ the giant dickgirl even further down.

Curiosity wells up within Krvavy as she sits with her ass on the cool stone floor, loosely crossing her legs to make this position a little more comfortable. Now it is her turn to look up at the Dwarf, even if just a little.

“Mm... You are quite large~.” Inanna calmly comments, letting a degree of lust enter her otherwise neutral voice. “Now sit and be patient.” She abruptly turns and steps away.

Krvavy narrows her eyes and wonders what her Dwarf’s game is. Inanna is clearly playing at being a bit more dominant, that much is made incredibly obvious, but is there more to it?

The grey-skinned Dwarf grabs at the mass of her coal-black hair and pulls it to her side, before carefully beginning to roll it up into itself. Holding a barrel made of her own hair over her shoulder, Inanna reaches her free hand out and grabs the brass stylus that was used to write her various notes. That metal rod does a decent, if rather messy, job at pinning her rolled up mane in place.

Is she simply taking this chance to get her hair out of the way? No. If that were the case, then the pragmatic Dwarf would have Krvavy lend a hand rather than struggle with this task on her own. She has some other, ulterior motive.

Inanna walks even further away, crossing her workshop as she fetches more of her styluses.

If either Thea or Khalia were the ones doing this, then that motive would be obvious. Both of those girls would love to taunt Krvavy, egging her on until she gets fed up and ravishes them. But that almost certainly isn’t the case with Inanna. Krvavy can’t just take this Dwarf. Not in the same way, at least.

Another rolled up barrel of hair is pinned together behind the shortstack’s shoulder. Her back remains covered by a coal-black curtain.

The sight of her nude Dwarf distracts Krvavy’s thoughts. Inanna has... quite the unique profile. Those titanic tits extend out a fair bit from the busty Dwarf’s body, and are pulled down by their tremendous weight, resting on the faint swell of her plump but firm belly. She looks top-heavy, that is for certain. Especially with her voluminous hair pinned up as it is. But that isn’t to say that Inanna has nothing below the waist. Her ass, usually obscured and hidden away, is quite the sight to behold. It is round, firm, and large. A muscled rump covered in a layer of firm fat that jiggles faintly as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other.

With some difficulty, Inanna parts the curtain of hair rolling down her back, splitting it in two and pulling each mass over the crudely tied barrels resting on her shoulders. Those many coal-black strands fall over her massive breasts like a loose shirt. A tinge of annoyance crosses the Dwarf’s face as her hair clings to her slightly sticky skin. She will definitely need a shower after this.

The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip.

Inanna rolls those last masses up like a carpet, resting all of that hair atop the swell of her chest. It takes a couple styluses to pin it all in place. Her copper-orange eyes glance over towards the Drakling. “Good~. You have done exactly as I said~.”

Krvavy shudders slightly. Her cock throbs in growing anticipation, even as her face scrunches in indignation.

The Dwarf calmly struts back towards the Drakling. She grabs onto one of Krvavy’s upper horns, using it to ensure that their gazes meet. “Good things come for those who wait~. And soon~,” her lips curl upwards into a subdued smile, “I will be cumming for you~.”

“That was terri–”

“Shh, my Ushumgal~...” That soft but scolding admonishment silences Krvavy. “Give me your hand.”

The barbarian narrows her eyes defiantly, but ultimately does as her Dwarf orders. She has followed the shortstack’s whims this far, so might as well see where all of this is going.

Inanna’s strong and stout fingers grab onto just two of the Drakling’s much larger digits. She pulls that hand up over the false beard that her hair has formed. Her dark-grey lips press into Krvavy’s knuckles. That kiss lasts for no more than a second before leading the Drakling’s hand back downwards, passing by her enormous exposed breasts.

A wet warmth surrounds Krvavy’s fingers as they are pushed between the Dwarf’s thick thighs, brushing against swollen and needy lips. Without needing to be asked, the barbarian presses forwards. Her middle finger curls, entering into the tight tunnel before her.

“Mmmh~...” Inanna lets a moan slip past her lips. Her eyelids, with their thick but short lashes, slowly fall shut as a peacefully pleasured expression fills her face.

Krvavy grins as her shortstack’s slick arousal squelches around her invading finger. More and more of that digit enters the Dwarf, feeling Inanna’s burning desire squeeze down around it as her knuckles press into those plump pussy lips. Her thumb bends inwards, brushing across the dense black bush that grows above this tight slit as it searches for, and promptly finds, the stiff nub of Inanna’s clit.

The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes shoot open. She takes a long, deep breath. A stern mask hides her emotions as she grabs the Drakling’s wrist. Her gaze narrows into a scolding glare. “And just why are you smirking?”

“Why wouldn’t I be~?” Krvavy cheekily replies, seeing through that dispassionate tone. Her finger curls and her thumb presses down, all but pinching her grey-skinned Dwarf’s clit between them.

The very corner of Inanna’s left eye twitches almost imperceptibly. “Mhm.” She faintly nods and begins to calmly pull the barbarian’s large hand out from between her thighs. A few slick strands connect that damp finger and her needy slit, snapping as the distance between them grows.

“Oh~?” Krvavy playfully cocks her head. “Aren’t we doing this for ‘your pleasure’~? Don’t you want more~?”

“Of course.” Inanna drops the Drakling’s wrist and steps forwards. She grabs onto both of Krvavy’s upper horns for support as her feet find purchase atop a pair of strong, muscled thighs. “And ‘more’ is exactly what I will get.”

“Really n–wmmh~?”

The barbarian’s taunting question is muffled as Inanna’s muff presses into her face, forcing her head back until it bumps into the stone wall behind her. A heady scent fills Krvavy’s entire being as the Dwarf’s slick juices drip down her nose and chin.

“Don’t waste our time with talk. Put your mouth to better use~.” Arousal re-enters Inanna’s voice as she lets her mask slip. There is no real need in completely keeping up that act. Not now that she has ‘won’.

Krvavy’s emerald eyes gleam with lust as she gazes up at her Dwarf. She can no longer see Inanna’s face. The tamed wilderness of bushy black hair is the first obstacle obscuring her vision. Her own horns the second. Then the underside of those absolutely massive tits. And, finally, the rolled & pinned mane resting beneath the shortstack’s chin smothers the last futile hopes at reading Inanna’s expression.

“Go on. Get licking~.”

Hot air sharply exits the Drakling’s nostrils. The Dwarf shudders slightly at that sensation.

Krvavy doesn’t particularly like being bossed around. All of her girls know that. So the fact that Inanna is treading that line is... mildly frustrating. But not enough for Krvavy to stop playing along.

“Mhhh~...”

The tip of Krvavy’s tongue slides out from her mouth, trailing along the Dwarf’s lower lips at a teasingly slow pace. She can feel the need emanating from Inanna. And, with a degree of sadistic spite, Krvavy decides to take her time.

Each and every one of her girl’s has a different flavour to them. A unique taste that is a signature of their souls. Krvavy’s inhuman tongue is quite sensitive to what would otherwise be unnoticeable in all but the more magically powerful of people. Sensitive enough to taste her own unique flavour down here, even after her cum was all wiped away.

Cinnamon.

For some reason, her cum – even the barest traces of it – tastes faintly of cinnamon.

Her brow furrows as her tongue slows even further.

Has that... always been her ‘flavour’? No, it can’t have been. She surely would have noticed before now. Her recent jump in power must be the culprit.

Krvavy isn’t quite sure how to feel about tasting herself down here. She... has no desire to consume her own cum in any way, shape, or form. The idea of doing that herself is even a little off-putting, no matter how hypocritical that may be.

But this... doesn’t seem too bad. It is just a faint lingering flavour. And... not an unpleasant one.

The side of her tongue slides across Inanna’s slit, rubbing its uneven nubs over the shortstack’s puffy lower lips.

Slick juices mix with Krvavy’s saliva, filling her mouth with the taste of her Dwarf.

Of all the unique flavours that Krvavy’s girl’s have, Inanna’s is... not the best. It isn’t bad by any means, but it also isn’t anything special. Dwarves don’t have much magic in them. They are stunted in that department. And so Inanna has a much more mundane flavour. Ever so slightly salty. A little metallic.

There is a cruel irony to reality in that the girl Krvavy ends up eating out more than the rest doesn’t taste like a sweet or fruity dessert...

Krvavy is spoiled, no doubt about that.

“Mnnnh~...” The grey-skinned Dwarf tightens her grip around the Drakling’s horns. Her hum carries just a bit more frustration in it than pleasure.

If the barbarian could shake her head, she would. Her mind wandered a bit too far. She has a job to do, one which she should focus on.

Krvavy’s tongue resumes its trailing journey around the edges of Inanna’s neglected pussy. But as excruciatingly glacial as its pace is, it is still spiralling inwards, teasing Inanna with the promise of progress. She can feel the restlessness growing within this normally patient shortstack. And a part of her revels in it.

The faint taste of salt and copper fills Krvavy’s mouth as she slowly licks at the steady river of slick juices flowing from her Dwarf’s tight slit.

“Nnnmh~...”

Krvavy’s cock throbs, bobbing up and down in the warm workshop air. Her whole body twitches as her tail, on its own volition, slowly twists around that ignored shaft.

The tapered tip of her Draconic tongue twists and turns slightly, pressing forwards and just barely entering the Dwarf.

Inanna gasps out at the contact and bucks her hips forwards slightly, squishing her plump pussy into Krvavy’s face and bumping her clit against the barbarian’s nose.

“Mmnh~!” The sudden pressure on her little nub seems to surprise Inanna, causing her thick thighs to shudder as she nearly loses her footing. But, luckily, a pair of strong hands grab onto her wide hips, keeping her steady.

The Drakling’s tongue advances even further. Its tip delves deeper into Inanna’s constricting love tunnel. The inhuman bumps that cover its length grind and rub against the Dwarf’s most sensitive of spots in the most pleasurable of ways. It is almost as if this is exactly what her tongue was designed for.

Krvavy’s tail tightens around her shaft, clumsily stroking along her length. That meaty appendage bumps against the ridges lining that rod, squeezing tighter and loosening its coiled grip roughly in time with the pleasures that she is lavishing upon her busty shortstack.

Inanna twitches with each and every movement that the invading tongue makes. Her breath catches as she stifles her moans. For whatever reason, she seems to be trying her best to be quiet. To avoid making any noises at all.

Which is no fun.

Krvavy loves hearing her girl’s cry out in ecstasy as she reduces them to nothing more than mewling messes.

So she takes those attempts at remaining silent as a challenge. The barbarian wants to break this calm and collected Dwarf’s composure.

And she will.

“Mnnh~!” Inanna shudders as the Drakling’s fingers dig into the plush flesh of her ass. She is utterly helpless as her body is lifted up slightly, forcing her to rise up onto the balls of her feet. “Ahhn~!” A quiet gasp forces her mouth open.

Krvavy’s upper lip engulfs the sensitive nub of Inanna’s clit. Her predatory teeth graze into that pleasure button as her inhuman tongue picks up its pace.

“Mnnh~...!” Inanna’s hands release their grip on the Drakling’s horns. One arm thuds into the wall as she leans even further forwards. And the other quite clearly presses down over her mouth, muffling her pleasured moans.

Krvavy can’t have that. She suckles on the Dwarf’s stubby clit, kissing it as best she can with an open mouth. Her tongue pistons into Inanna’s depths, going deeper and deeper with each wiggling thrust.

A few idle thoughts pass through the barbarian’s mind, but all are pushed aside as she focuses her attention on the grey-skinned woman all but sitting on her face.

“Mmnnnh~...!” Inanna’s body quivers and her legs buckle beneath her own weight. The pleasurable sensations of her clit being assaulted and the dexterous tongue curling inside of her simply being too much for the Dwarf to handle. “Mmmmnghhh~!”

Krvavy is in much the same state.

Her tail squeezes and strokes along her length, frantically jerking off that colossal cock. Blissful ecstasy fills her very being, building up and up and up like a volcano ready to erupt.

“Mmmhhaaaaah~!” A lewd cry echoes throughout the workshop. “UUAAAH~!” Inanna no longer bothers to hide her pleasure. Slick juices squirt from her slit as she clenches and constricts around the tongue penetrating deep into her pussy, clinging so tightly that even that tapered invader struggles to move.

The Drakling’s dick throbs as it is pushed to the edge, her hefty sack clenching up against her body. The taste of victory, and her Dwarf’s juices, melt away the last remnants of restraint. Her tail and tongue both continue their increasingly frantic movements, pistoning in and out and up and down in near unison.

Cloudy bliss swirls around Krvavy’s mind. Bolts of lightning pierce through that haze as thick seed shoots from her swollen shaft.

Inanna jumps as the first spurt splatters into her lower back. “UAAhhh~!” A shouted gasp leaves her lips as a pressure pushes against the entrance to her womb.

Waves of ecstasy crash over Krvavy. Her tensed belly and arched back tremble as the strain of this awkwardly bent position begins to wear on her. Her throbbing rod pulses in pleasure as the wild jerking of her tail drags out these wonderful sensations.

The seconds melt together, turning a few precious moments into an eternity.

The once frantic movements of her tongue and tail slow down, easing both Drakling and Dwarf down from their highs and into a more relaxed lull.

“Hhaahhhh~...!” Inanna slowly breathes out, aftershocks of pleasure still wracking through her body. “That~... I~... I believe that~... this is enough for me~...”

The busty shortstack pulls back before Krvavy can react, stepping back onto the stone floor.

“Mmmh~...!” Inanna moans one last time as the Drakling’s twisting tongue slips from her sopping slit. “Mmm...” She closes her copper-orange eyes and takes a deep breath. “You... we... made quite the mess here...”

Krvavy blinks a few times. The heady scent of sex, of Inanna’s lewd fluids and her own cum, fill the air. She can hardly smell the smoky and metallic scents that usually fill her Dwarf’s workshop.

Creamy white seed drips down the curve of the shortstack’s thick ass, getting wiped away with a towel before it gets the chance to run down her thighs.

“Give me... a few seconds...” The barbarian sighs out, straightening up and rolling her shoulders. Hunger still fills her eyes, regretful yet understanding of this abrupt end to her pleasure.

“Need to catch your breath~?” A faint tinge of amusement underlines the normally neutral Dwarf’s words. Her massive breasts rise and fall as she steadily catches her own breath.

“Considering that I was barely breathing at all with you on my face...? Yes.”

“Mm. Alright,” Inanna nods, leaning against a counter. Her sturdy legs wobble slightly. “But just a moment. I expect your help in cleaning up this mess before it... becomes more difficult to do so.”

“Right.” Krvavy doesn’t even try to hide her lecherous gaze, staring straight at her busty shortstack’s prodigious chest. “Will I get a reward for helping you~?”