The Dwarf Tyswaen

You were surprised to see her inside your tent, dressed in normal fatigues and making her way to your bedroll. Out of instinct you move back slightly, unsure of her intentions.

“Mind if you please explain why you’re creeping on me without notice?” You ask, trying to not sound hostile.

“I was curious, Elaxalim,” Said Tyswaen, swaying her breasts sensually, “Why’s a Wood Elf doing so far from home? I know ye’re here to help with the monsters, but might I say I want t’know your… personal reasons?”

You had to admit, her sensual figure and firm bosom made you hard in your pants. Ignoring it, you said to her, “I am here on orders of my mother Shala Thaeral to quell the monster menace, since they bloodied several towns we have long done business with. If they could attack them, who’s to say they won’t attack us?”

Tyswaen crawls closer to you, saying, “Good reasonin’, but like I said, I want t’know your personal reasons.”

You sigh and said, “Dare I say I have an ambition?”

“Oh? Do tell,” Said Tyswaen.

You then continued, “Long have my mother and the elders told us of the ancient Kingdom of Illefarn, of a time when Elves had a bastion of civilisation in this realm and crushed the monsters that dared cross our borders. Of course, that time is long past, but each year we spend here is a year spent fighting monsters raiding our lands. If not, each other, either over grudges or for the sake of power.”

“Same for the Shield Dwarves,” Said Tyswaen, “I also wish for a time when this land’s more secure; it’s home.”

“So I aspire to unite the lands of the North into one Kingdom,” You said, surprising Tyswaen, “I wish to make it a safe haven for all peoples who live under the sun. No monster or servant of evil will stop me from achieving this, and certainly no power-hungry backstabbers.”

“My, now that’s an ambitious goal,” Said Tyswaen, “But dare I say I have similar goals as well?”

“You wish to return the Dwarves to their ancestral homes, and unite the lands as well?” You asked.

“Why yes, Lord Elaxalim,” Said Tyswaen, her face now inches from yours, “Now, I believe our goals align out of common interest, so what say you to a… beneficial alliance?”

“Is this your way of proposing to me?” You ask suggestively.

“Well, don’t you want to fuck a sensual Dwarf lassie like me?” She asked.

Your response was to hungrily kiss her like a wild animal, tussling her hair as her braids came undone. Your hands fumbled with each other’s clothes, venturously exploring each other’s curves and supple flesh as a string of saliva leaked from your lips.

“My, ye’re a feisty one,” Said Tyswaen, “You make out with ladies often?”

“Many times,” You admitted, “Hate to say it to you, but you’re a rather inexperienced kisser.”

Tyswaen giggled, saying, “Only learned what I could from some maids seducing them adventurers, decided to try it on you.”

“Well then, shall I teach you the ways of copulation?”

With your clothes tossed to one side, you push Tyswaen onto her back as she lay on your bedroll, allowing you to spread her legs wide as you kissed and fiddled with her clitoris. Under your tender ministrations with finger and tongue, she writhed beautifully with sensual moans.

“Ah… Gods this feels so good…!” Tyswaen said breathily, her juices coating your tongue, “I-I think I’m…!”

And she quickly covered her mouth as her pussy squirted itself on your face, her legs convulsing and twitching in agonising pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided, she panted slightly, twitching ever so slightly.

“Now this, My Lady, is what it means to feel an orgasm,” You said smilingly, licking the juices from your fingers, “Now, it’s time for the main course.”

Then, you positioned your rock-hard member – an impressive sixteen inches in length – at the entrance to her womb, dripping with precum. With ample lubrication, you easily slid into her virgin pussy and hilting half your member inside as she stifled a pained scream. Feeling her vaginal walls clench tightly around your member, you push the rest of the way in, hilting at the base of your cock.

“G-Gods!” Tyswaen said, muffling her words with a hand, “Gods, it hurts!”

“Shh, it’s alright, My Lady,” You whispered, “Soon you will feel only pleasure.”

You spent a full minute still and immobile, giving Tyswaen’s vagina time to adjust to your massive girth – a blessing from the Gods, perhaps. Then, feeling it no longer constricting you so tightly, you began thrusting your hips with a slow, gradual rhythm.

You and Tyswaen moaned in synchrony with each thrust, and her juices slicked your cock as it penetrated deeper and deeper, the very tip touching her cervix. Like a rod of hot iron your cock stretched her walls taut, and it was all the Dwarf could do to not moan loudly in her throes of lust.

A familiar tingling was felt in your balls, and you smuttily whispered into Tyswaen’s ear, “I’m about to impregnate you, My Lady.”

One fault of yours was that you always loved the feeling of inseminating women after intercourse with them, perhaps out of a perverted desire to continually sire children. And inseminate Tyswaen you did, as semen erupted into her womb like a roaring geyser.

Your lips crashed onto Tyswaen’s just as she seemed ready to scream from her orgasm, her muffled screams muted by the intertwining of your tongues.

Breathless from mating, Tyswaen spoke softly, “That… was amazing.”

“Happy to please, My Lady,” You said, equally tired.

Pulling out of Tyswaen’s pussy, you smile at the puddle of cum dripping from it as it slid down her thighs, and you pull her into a comforting embrace as you pull your blanket over the both of you.

“I have t’admit, you’re good at this,” Said Tyswaen.

“Would you rather I perform poorly?” You suggested, eliciting a chuckle from her.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Said Tyswaen, though she becomes more serious, “Truth be told, I need allies, Elaxalim.”

Your smile fades as you listen on.

“The Dwarves of this land, whilst they hold strongholds of their own, are far too recalcitrant t’ever dream of unifying the lands, despite our grudges with our ancestral enemies,” Said Tyswaen, “And without allies of my own, I can’t hope t’achieve that dream.”

“I can be an ally, if you need be,” You said, “Rather, I too know the importance of having allies, and have similar restrictions. But who is to say it need be a kingdom of only Dwarves or Elves? You know the Duchy of Silverymoon? The Magocracy has Elven, Dwarven, Human and Halfling citizens in its borders, and many halfbreeds as well. Who’s to say we cannot create a similar kingdom of our own?”

“Then d’we have an accord?” Asked Tyswaen.

“Indeed we do, My Lady,” You said, “But let us rest now. Tomorrow, we have a battle to fight.”