We invite the Dwarven Queen

"I have never even been near a dwarf..." Wynlyvell says.

"Don't worry. They're short, but they're tough and strong. You'll have a good time." I reply.

"I'm having a good time now."

As we're waiting for the arrival of Solmura Broadmight, the Dwarven Queen, I'm railing my wife against the very bed on which she'll be having sex with another woman soon.

"You know what I mean. You were restless the past couple days."

"Yeah... Grarla fucked me so good my lust was sated for some days. But it came back. I'm glad I can still cum from your cock, love, but I need more cocks."

"And I love that. Oh... I'm so close... Bring that pretty mouth here..."

I pull out, she kneels down and my full shaft disappears between her lips. I conjure the image of the orc chief pounding on her hard, and I climax. She moans lightly as she receives my load. Her tongue against my cock as I throb is amazing. When I finish ejaculating, she gently sucks me as I pull out, and she shows me a mouthful of semen.

"You're so beautiful, Wynlyvell."

She giggles and swallows, then opens her mouth, showing how clean it is. I lean down and kiss her so passionately.

Solmura enters the soundproof bedroom behind me. My wife is lying on the bed, wearing her sheer white robes that barely hide anything.

"What?" Solmura stares at me for a while. She barely reaches my chest in height, but she is very muscular, with very wide shoulders and even wider hips, and thick, strong arms, and very dense red curly hair. Her stern face, despite having just one scar, looks as if she's been through a hundred battles. "Is this some kind of elaborate joke, Queen Beaumont of Aimur?"

"It is not. As a token of my good will, and to seal our trading agreement, I offer you my wife. You can take her sexually here, as many times as you want. Do not hurt her, do not speak of this with anyone."

I can see a mixture of insult and hesitation in her eyes.

"You think you can buy me with an elf?"

"Isn't she the most beautiful elf you have laid your eyes on?" I invited as I took my clothes off.

"Well... She's not bad. At all. For an elf." Solmura fights hard to decline my offer, I can see it. Wynlyvell stands up and approaches her.

"Master Broadmight, who amongst the dwarves can show me the power and endurance of your kin better than their Queen?" My wife takes Solmura's hand and guides her to the bed. "Let me help you with your clothes."

"No. Elves know nothing of good quality, resistant clothing. You're all flimsy silky robes, like yours." Solmura starts undressing herself. "Veyr well, Beaumont. Your wife is a fair inclusion to the deal. She might not be a dwarf, but she has breasts as big as theirs."

Wynlyvell gets excited when she sees Solmura naked: she has a muscular, thick body, with large but still perky breasts, as if they were full of muscle and not mammary glands, and a relatively short but very thick cock between her bush. Parlyx approaches briefly to clean the dwarf with magic, which makes Solmura look daggers at her. But immediately after that, my wife grabs the dwarf's cock and puts it between her huge breasts.

"I'm flattered you like these!" She spits on her cock to make it easier to slide between them.

"They... They're really nice. Dwarf tits are harder. Firmer. Yours are too soft. But... But very nice."

I'm already naked, sitting nearby, and I can see how hard Solmura has gotten. Her size is not nearly as long as the orc chief, but she's definitely much thicker.

"Master Broadmight... May I ride you?"

"Yes. Yes, indeed."

The dwarf lies on the bed, and my wife gets on top of her, straddling her. I move my chair and I position myself behind them, so I have a clear view of that huge dick entering my wife's wet pussy.

"You're much tighter than a dwarf, I concede." Solmura says, groaning in pleasure. Wynlyvell doesn't waste any time, and immediately starts slamming her wide hips against her lover. "And you move so well!"

"Aah! Master Broadmight! Is this how you got that title? You have a broad cock! And so mighty!"

It's incredible to see such big size going inside Wynlyvell. I love every single sound of pleasure that comes out of my wife's sexy mouth. The dwarf indeed has high endurance! After a long while of hard riding, it is Wynlyvell who comes first. I see her body twitching for pleasure, and the thick cock getting more and more lubed with her juices. Then, I do. I cum into one of Parlyx's condoms.

Solmura starts taking the initiative, she hugs my wife and rolls on the bed so she could be on top.

"You already came, elf? Weak! I'll show you how much dwarves last!"

"Oh, yes, please!!" My wife moans.

The Dwarven Queen starts pounding on my wife's pussy with short but powerful thrust, making her moan really loud, really sexily. She fondles my wife's huge breasts with firm hands, groaning in pleasure as she does. She fucks her so hard for long, and my wife has a second orgasm. Wynlyvell's face is so beautiful when she's climaxing.

And finally, after maybe an hour, Solmura started groaning louder and shaking. Her thrusts became more and more erratic and powerful, until she ground herself against my wife's pussy, keeping her legs so spread I was surprised at her flexibility. Wynlyvell moaned to her lover's every shot of hot cum, to every pulse of her thick cock, and she came as well.

"How's that, elf?" Solmura asks with a cocky smile as she pulls out.

"Ah... Ah... Amazing, master Broadmight... You are indeed... Mighty in bed..." My wife says with the most satisfied expression, as she played lightly with her cum-leaking pussy.

"I like this addition to our deal, Beaumont" the Dwarven Queen tells me as she steps away. "One round of dwarven cock is more than enough for your wife. I hope we can do it again. For the interest of our peoples."

We shake hands —yes, the hand that was fondling my wife, and the hand I was using to masturbate, she doesn't seem to mind— and she gets ready to swear secrecy magically and leave, while I lie next to my delighted wife to cuddle.