Yes

You quickly control your thoughts. You still have much to learn from him, no reason to make him angry now. You laugh. "I was just kidding. But my cup is dry" you mention it, after emptying the cup, and he pours more of the golden liquid for you. You take a small sip again.

"So you always know when someone is going to betray you... that is handy." he nods "But don't others have this skill too? how come no one knows that you are here?" He gives you an appraising look, as if he didn't expect you to be capable of rational thought. He says "Yes, they do, but I also have the trait shady. It is very hard to read me." you smile a little at the irony, and say "I think I can read you."

"Go on" he leans back on his chair. "I don't think you like to fight. You find it beneath you. If you have to fight, you fight to win quickly." he seems surprised at your boldness, but he nods. "Yeah, most dwarfs are stupid. Charging like a bull. A sharp blade between your ribs is more than enough."

You tap your nose. "I think you are married. You smell like a married man. Fiddling with your big ring." He laughs. "Yeah, I did. Loveliest dwarf lass there is. Pretty and elegant as she should be." he takes off his ring, and rolls it to you.

You take the ring. It is heavy, certainly their way to give weight to this sacred bond. I need proof of his betrayal. You take the candle over the table, take a deep breath and pours some wax over your skin, on your forearm. You moan softly, trying to trick him into believing this was some sort of sex play.

Congratulations! You gained level 1 through 5 in Pretending. Pretending is a subset of the Persuasion skill. Hide or fake 1 orgasm per encounter.

You press the ring on the wax, and then roll it back to him. "She knows you must be very lonely in your trip, so she sent you a tramp to enjoy... Just remember, you must remain faithful to her."

"Follow me" he guides you upstairs. There were hands and lewd comments, but you nimbly dodge their clumsy attempts. You look back at Tiemin. He isn't even paying attention at you, some guardian he turned out to be. He is far too busy humping some ugly fat woman. Fucker. You curse inwardly.

There is a long corridor with several doors, he takes you to the third on the left. Inside you see a spartan room, with a big bed, blankets and pillows. He opens up the window, and you feel the night breeze wrap you like a lover. "Well, make yourself at home." You close the door behind you. You walk to his bed. It is pretty hard and uncomfortable.

He opens a few buckles, and his leather armor seems to gain some 20% in size. The dwarf was far larger than you thought at first. And not exactly with muscle. On the other hand, the hard on that is making a tent on his pants was exactly the size that you imagined, thick and stout like a dwarf should have. Shit, did he lie to me down there? you think as the small man climbs his bed. You hide under his sheets.

You can feel his weight shifting, and you move a little to one side, then another, not wanting to be pinned down. He eventually corners you against the wall. "Hah, what do i have here." He pulls the sheet covering your face. He is wet with perspiration, even if you are breathing hard too. "I am getting far too old for this" he says, but you quip "don't look that old from here"

He places one hand behind your head, and slowly pulls you down. Gives you ample of time to consider what is happening, what is going to happen. You see a short, thick phallus staring back at you as you take notice of it. Your lips kiss it, there is something of barley and wheat about his taste. You try to fit him, but at first you cant figure how. He is too large. You need to slack your jaw, relax, and while you are adapting he forces a little more of himself in.

"That is it... good girl. You were born for this" you moan a complain, his pleasure evident as he feels each word you meant to say. "No hurry, let it happen. Naturally." His sweat is almost overbearing. You feel the pressure of his hand, urging you to take more of him in.

His cock head hit the very end of your mouth, and you feel yourself gag. Ah, so that is... he seems to enjoy your struggle, and insists on you going on. You try shaking your head, but his hold is firm. "Tsc, tsc, tsc... you were doing so well. Don't you want to be a good girl?" you growl pitifully. "Hmrf, fine" he gives up a few seconds later, letting go of your head. You instinctively pull back, breathing for air. "Alright... turn around"