Dwarf Encounter

Three Days Later

Miri trekked through the thick jungle, keeping the river on her right as she walked in a generally Western direction. After deliberation with Aiano, they felt it was a good omen to West. Also, they figured they’d come across some type of society if they followed moving water far enough, long enough. The Sun had not yet started its long descent, and Miri figured she had most of the day left to walk. Her stomach growled its disapproval; she had been unsuccessful finding more of Lover’s Kiss fruit or really anything edible. She bemoaned her lack of ability in catching fish. That morning, she attempted to spear a fish with a sharpened stick. Not only did she fail, but she had ripped her jeans in the process. Her right pant leg bared her toned calf where she had fallen and ripped it.

The splashing sound she made attracted some type of predator. Miri hadn’t stuck around to find out. Aiano had heard the busy rustling of leaves behind her and warned her. Miri sensed that retreat was the better form of honor, she fled into the jungle, making sure she could hear the river on her right until she felt safe enough to travel along its bank again.

“Aiano, you were right. The butt-plug has actually become second-nature. I think it’d feel weird to walk without it.” Miri thanked the bracelet. Aiano had suggested that she wear the plug as much as possible. The toy, bulbous as it was, stuck out anywhere else she tried to hide. More than that, Aiano had correctly picked up on the low-grade arousal wearing the toy engendered in Miri as it constantly teased her opening.

“Of course I was right. Your senses are my senses, after all. And, I’m not ashamed to admit when something feels good.”

Miri laughed at the haughty tone Aiano struck. It almost seemed proud of its lewd influence. “So, explain to me, mighty master of my body, why you were monitoring my ass so closely?”

“I did nothing of the sort! Your needy pussy did all the work for me. I just happened to pick up on your elevated dopamine level when you sucked on the plug – both before Anders fucked your lovely quim and when you did so at the hot tub.”

“Ahh! Can’t even admit to being a pervert, can you?” Miri rolled her eyes, though it wasn’t without a touch of sarcasm.

Silently, Miri continued her hike. Aiano, though a willing conversationalist, did not bring up a topic other than sex. Not that she minded per se, especially when she masturbated, but she got tired of hearing about Culver’s sexual escapades, and she had already told it every sexual activity she had ever done. Aiano similarly had grown mildly tired hearing Miriamelle pine for Anders.

Miri diverted her path slightly, avoiding a large copse of fauna that she deemed impassible, and returned to the riverbank when she heard something startling.

There once was a lass with hair of flax

Far off in the distance, she heard a baritone singing. Miriamelle could barely ascertain the words as it was so far off, but her eyes dilated with hope for the first time since arriving in the jungle. She stopped in her tracks and knelt down to steady her quickened breath. “Aiano, do you hear that?”

For a coin, she’d let me rub her back

“Yes. And more as well.”

Miri rushed toward the voice. The river curved right, and she perceived the voice originating from that North-Western direction.

In exchange, I gave her a sack and felt her crack

Miriamelle paused, blinking in surprise. “Aiano, did that seem a bit crude?”

“Yes, my lady. Though I think your options are limited.” Miri frowned, and it continued, “You could take your chances and avoid whatever it is, or throw yourself at its mercy. If you’re feeling particularly treacherous, you might relieve ‘em of their belongings.”

Miri let out a cute huff of annoyance, tapping her heel in frustration. “Those are all shitty options, Aiano. Why can’t I just ask him for some food and directions to the nearest town?” Miri whispered aggressively, now fearful of what might be singing.

I handed her a ring and she kissed my sack

“Not true. Let me point out something, my dearest lady. You are an exceptionally beautiful creature – even as dirty and dare I say stinky as you currently are. You have no fighting skills and the only weapon you have access to, you don’t even know will work. Also, food this far out in the jungle is a premium. We don’t know what it is. I told you about the good species, but I purposefully omitted the monsters who inhabit Midguard. Of which we are extraordinarily lucky not to have attracted yet. Some are sentient, most are not. Almost all would love to add you to the menu.”

I once had a daughter with hair of flax

Miri objected fiercely, “Not everyone is out to get each other. That’s a shitty stereotype! And if I don’t eat soon, I’m going to go insane, and I control my body. We’re going to at least see this thing. Bet you it’s a man.” Aiano wisely did not respond. For her strong words, Miri still crept closer to the voice, taking great care to be quiet. To her credit, Miri was able to avoid walking without crunching the ground beneath her. The only sound she made were shallow breaths as she focused on stealth.

I chased off her lover with a pack full of tacks

Miriamelle turned the corner, shielding herself from view as she scanned the riverbank before her. A short man-like being sat on a folding camping chair with his back to Miri. He wore a brown fishing hat threaded with fishhooks and line decoratively. She could make out he was too short to be a man. His long full peppered beard that reached below her eyesight showed he was masculine, but his feet only barely reached the river-rocks. Miri couldn’t immediately tell if he had clothes on, but she could make out a small campground complete with a fire-pit, tent, and clothesline with hanging clothes.

He felt her crack while I laid on my back

The man-like being sang and lazily threw out a fishing line to the river. He set the pole down in a clever holder on his right.

“What is that thing?” Miri quietly hissed to Aiano.

“My guess would be dwarf. Could also be a hobbit. Or really any number of monsters.”

Loverboy gave her a ring and she kissed his sack

Singing the last verse, the man-like being hollered out, not bothering to look around, “Oi! You lot! Quit your whispers and come face me like a man. I heard your voices. And I know you’re somewhere upstream.”

Miri shrieked in shock before clasping her mouth shut with her mouth. After a moment's pause, she shambled out from behind her hiding spot and looked at the man. She blushed, confirming he was indeed naked. She stared at his erect cock as it pointed straight, making a right triangle with his meaty thighs and toned abdomen. His beard reached past his navel.

“Hello, sir. It’s just me.” Miriamelle meekly blubbered. Her brown eyes honing on his tool. Awkwardly, she grabbed her elbows and hugged her chest.

“Nice to meet you. Folks call me Dazar of the old dwarven clan Hammerpants, the lucky. Got a name? Or can I just call you butterfly?” Dazar smiled and waved his right hand in greeting.

Miri laughed expectantly at Dazar’s pickup line, “Haha. My name is Miriamelle de la Cruz.”

“Greetings! So, I heard a second voice, do I still got to worry about a crossbow bolt to the spine while I’m distracted by a heavenly vision?” Dazar asked pointedly, but not without kindness.

“N-no. It’s just me… Sometimes I talk to myself when I’m nervous.” Miri responded.

“Whew, well do you shake hands, or just stare at dicks? Not that I mind the attention, ‘specially from a cute girl like you.” Dazar stood up and walked over to Miri, grinning as he offered his right hand. Miri shook his hand, blushing as his cock moved in the air ‘round her knee. She couldn't help notice Dazar's mouth was even with her pussy as they both stood.“Good. So, what brings you ‘round these parts?”

Miri took a step back to clear her mind from the masculine form before her and admitted, “Would it be weird if I said I suffered a series of unfortunate events and got lost… Say, where is here, anyhow?”

“My camp. Off the Snaking River. Before you, it was my private escape from Greenwater. You an adventurer?” Dazar queried back, eyebrow raised.

“Uh, thank you for the information. I presume Greenwater is a place?” Miri stalled momentarily before tersely answering, “No. At least I wasn’t when I got lost, but I guess the label adventurer does fit.”

“Very well. You’re welcome to stay here for a time. I aim to cook some fish whenever something bites. Wanna share? You look half-starved.” Dazar turned his back and checked his fishing line. Miri sat down on a round boulder near the fire pit and watched Dazar check his hanging clothes. “Blast. Apologies for my state of dress Miriamelle, I had been in the process of washing my clothes and body when you showed up…. Though I don’t think you minded too much.”

Dazar smirked triumphantly as Miri hung her head in embarrassment. “I was just shocked, is all. It’s not every day you see someone naked.”

“Your loss… I enjoy the company of pretty ladies, and we happen to find each other nude quite often. ‘Course, usually I’m paying them.” Dazar laughed as Miri’s face turned maroon.