Surprises you

Dagna’s eyes flickered with mischief as she pulled back slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her lips glistened, swollen from her efforts, and she bit down on the bottom one playfully. “Inquisitor,” she whispered, her voice raspy and breathless, “I have a little surprise for you.” Her small hand dipped into the pouch at her side, retrieving a small vial of oil. She held it up, the golden liquid catching the firelight. “Let me show you how a dwarf can truly please a man.”

You raised an eyebrow, your cock still hard and throbbing, twitching slightly in anticipation. “Oh?” you asked, your voice low and teasing. “And what exactly do you have in mind, Dagna?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t falter. Her confidence was surprising, a stark contrast to the shy, trembling girl who had first entered your chambers. She uncorked the vial with a practiced ease, the faint scent of lavender and spice filling the air. She poured a small amount into her palm, her fingers working the oil into a warm, slick layer.

“Trust me,” she said, her voice soft but firm. Her eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you could see the spark of ingenuity that made her such a brilliant tinkerer. She’s not just following orders this time. She’s taking control.

Her small hands reached for your cock, her touch deliberate and steady. She coated you in the oil, her fingers gliding over your length with a firm, practiced pressure. You groaned, your head falling back against the throne as she worked. Her hands were small but skilled, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dagna,” you growled, your voice thick with desire. “What are you planning?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of your cock. She pressed a soft kiss there, her eyes never leaving yours. Then, she moved lower, her hands guiding your cock down between her legs. You felt the heat of her body, the slickness of the oil—and then, her small, tight pussy pressing against you.

You groaned, your hands gripping the arms of the throne. “Fuck, Dagna.”

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I told you,” she said, her voice breathless but steady. “A surprise.” She shifted her hips, positioning herself just right, and then she sank down, taking you into her in one slow, deliberate motion.

Her tightness was overwhelming, her walls clenching around you as she adjusted to your size. She let out a soft whimper, her hands braced against your thighs. “Inquisitor…” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. “You’re so… big.”

You chuckled, the sound low and husky. “You’ll manage,” you said, your hands moving to her hips. You gripped her firmly, guiding her as she began to move. Her hips rose and fell, her pace slow but deliberate. She was inexperienced, but her determination was undeniable.

Her small body rocked against yours, her skin flush with exertion. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensation. Her hands moved to your chest, her fingers splaying across the fabric of your tunic. “Inquisitor,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s so… good.”

“That’s it, Dagna,” you encouraged, your voice tight with restraint. “Just like that. Ride me.”

Her pace quickened, her hips moving with more confidence. Her pussy tightened around you, her body trembling with the effort. She moaned softly, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. Her hands moved to her own chest, her fingers teasing at her nipples through the fabric of her tunic.

“Inquisitor,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I… I can’t…”

“You can,” you growled, your grip tightening on her hips. You thrust up into her, meeting her movements with your own. “Come on, Dagna. Let go.”

She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy clenched around you, her walls milking your cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her voice echoed through the chamber, a mixture of moans and gasps that only spurred you on further.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, you flipped her onto her back, pressing her small body into the cold stone floor. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper into her.

“Inquisitor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You drove into her, your pace hard and unrelenting. Her small body bounced with each thrust, her cries growing louder and more ****. Her hands clutched at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she clung to you.

“That’s it, Dagna,” you growled, your voice thick with desire. “Take it. All of it.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her second orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around you, her body trembling as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of it. Her nails dug into your skin, her legs tightening around your waist as she pulled you deeper.

You groaned, your hips snapping forward as you reached your own peak. You spilled into her, your seed filling her as you buried yourself to the hilt. Her body convulsed around you, her walls milking every last drop from you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, the crackling of the fire, and Dagna’s soft whimpers. You collapsed onto her, your body pressing her into the cold stone floor. Her small hands moved to your back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across your skin.

“Inquisitor…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “That was… amazing.”

You chuckled, the sound low and husky. “You were amazing, Dagna,” you said, your voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew you had it in you.”

She smiled, her cheeks flushing with pride. “I… I wanted to please you,” she admitted, her voice soft and shy. “I wanted to show you that I could be… more.”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You did, Dagna,” you said, your voice firm and reassuring. “You did more than please me. You surprised me.”

Her eyes widened, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

“Really,” you said, your hand cupping her cheek. “But don’t think this is over yet. We’re just getting started.”