Dwarven Deviancy ♥

“–percent drop in efficiency as a result.” Inanna’s dull, dry, and droning words dance through the warm air of her workshop. The data that she has documented, and now disclosed, is quite... detailed and in depth. To such a degree that it’d make just about any audience feel dazed or even drowsy after having it heaped upon them like this... “Is that clear to you?”

“Yeahh...” Krvavy hesitantly replies. It takes more than a few blinks for her glazed eyes to focus back on the present. “Yeah.” She repeats herself, sounding a bit more confident that second time. “I won’t remember those numbers in the middle of a fight, but as long as I keep the general idea in mind...”

A quiet clack rings out as Inanna shifts her two stone tablets around, placing the one she first wrote on back atop the second. “That is all I ask, my Ushumgal.” Were it not for the faint flush that has found its way onto her face, than this Dwarf would almost seem indifferent to the semi-stiff dick currently being squished and squeezed between her thick thighs, its flared ridges pressed right up against her pussy. “Still, I will store these results somewhere safe, in case you ever need a refresher.”

The barbarian’s black-scaled fingers mindlessly sink into the firm yet yielding titflesh of her busty shortstack’s bountiful breasts. “Thanks...” She tiredly sighs, simply enjoying the warmth and weight held, at least partially, in her hands.

“Mmm...” The faintest hint of amusement can be heard in that hum. “Would you like to give your brain a chance to rest, my Ushumgal?” And though those words are rather neutral in tone, they too sound just a little teasing... “It must have been quite hard for you, trying to remain focused on my lecture despite all of the distractions on hand.” That less than subtle innuendo dashes any doubts that there may be about this Dwarf’s intentions. “We are, after all, sitting in a rather intimate arrangement.”

“Because you chose to make me your seat.” The Drakling dryly returns, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she makes that sarcastic statement.

Inanna glances up from the tablets that she still holds, though not anywhere near enough for her to peer into the emerald eyes of her Draconic lover. “Are you complaining about that?” A smile fills those words as much as it does her face, subtle but still noticeable.

“Absolutely not.” Krvavy quickly answers, letting her chin drop down onto the dense mass of her Dwarf’s coal-black hair, leaning into the sturdy shortstack sitting quite snugly in her lap. That those long and voluminous locks have kept her bare breasts from directly pressing into Inanna’s back is... a slight disappointment. But one that hardly even registers in Krvavy’s mind.

Why would this Drakling ever linger on that tiny little negative when she could instead devote her attention towards the absolutely amazing treasures currently overflowing from the palms of her hands~?

“Mm. Perhaps I will take a page from Thea’s playbook – since you seem to enjoy that so – and use this chance to complain...” It isn’t particularly easy, on account of how tightly she is being held, but with a bit of effort Inanna is able to place her stacked stone tablets onto a nearby countertop. Only once those meticulously made notes are safe and in no threat of being dropped does she continue speaking. “You do not make the most comfortable of seats. Not even with my hair serving as padding for the backrest.”

Krvavy’s hands slowly climb the steep swell of her shortstack’s very, very sizable chest. “Well... Thea, Adeline, Beryl, and Khalia would all disagree with that.” She lightheartedly returns, gently patting the plump and pebbly peaks that cap these mountainous mounds, before catching the stiff nubs of those nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Is it more likely that they are all wrong, or just you are~?”

“Mm.” That hum doesn’t quite sound like a moan, but it isn’t far off either. “Were this not a question of preferences and personal opinion, then I would indeed trust my answer more than any of theirs.”

The Drakling’s grin only grows wider. “Is that so~?” She playfully asks, pinching Inanna’s nipples with just enough force to make that Dwarf squirm, those thick grey-skinned thighs squeezing around her steadily swelling shaft. “Are you being an arrogant know it all~?”

“There is no arrogance to it. Only simple fact.” Inanna’s breath catches in her throat as a pair of palms press down atop her nipples, squeezing those big and bountiful breasts of hers back against her chest. “Besides myself,” she continues on as if nothing happened, “the only one of your girls with any worldly knowledge is Beryl. Would you trust a Wood Elf or a Dwarf on matters of an academic nature?”

“Ahh, yes~. Because this is quite the ‘academic’ conversation that we’re having right now~.” Those warm and sarcastic words easily pass though Krvavy’s pale lips, underlined by barely restrained laughter. “But since you are so sure of your ability to answer any question I ask... then how about this~? Do all Dwarves have such giant nipples~?”

Inanna does her best to suppress a shuddering sigh as the two subjects of that question are quite purposefully pinched. But she can’t quite stop her hips from bucking forwards, her hot and needy pussy grinding against the top of her Draconic lover’s ridged rod.

“I mean, just look at these beautiful things~. These puffy and fat areola are each almost as big as your face~! And these thick nubs are both bigger than your nose~!” Reverence and awe oozes from the barbarian’s bawdy bullying, her strong fingers prodding and kneading and groping at her objects of worship. “Do all Dwarves have such lewd bodies, or is it just you~?”

“Mmh~...” That crack in Inanna’s composure is quickly covered back up. “I... am a bit on the larger side, in that regard. But not by... by much.” It is a struggle, but this shortstack is able to maintain her normally neutral inflection, letting hardly even a hint of emotion enter her voice. “Nearly all female Dwarves are... what you would consider ‘quite well endowed’. The least ‘blessed’ amongst my people are... they are still notably larger than, say, Thea. In a direct comparison, not... scaling proportionally.”

“No, no, no~.” Krvavy slowly shakes her head, rubbing her chin into the thick cushion of coal-black hair that she has been resting on. “That is tit talk, not nipple... noise? Whatever,” she quickly brushes past her awkward attempt at alliteration. “Go on, give a proper answer this time~.”

The busty Dwarf sharply inhales. A glistening sheen gradually spreads across the insides of her thick thighs as she can’t help but shift her weight from one side to the other, further encouraged to do just that by the firm, massaging squeezes aimed directly at the focus of this question. “Our areola and nipples grow along with... with our breasts, remaining rather proportional. There is still a,” she hesitates for the briefest moment, “a degree of variance between the sizes of different women, of... of course. But the growth seen as our bodies develop is a... general rule nonetheless.”

“Mmm, interesting, interesting~...” Another pinch accompanies that playful pondering. “And just why do Dwarven women have such massive mammaries despite their short and stocky builds~? I can’t imagine that there is much of an evolutionary advantage in such extreme proportions~.”

“Hahh~... It...” Inanna takes a very deep breath, truly struggling to keep her tone calm and even. “It is not... uncommon... for certain animals to have fat stores on their bodies. And people are just... intelligent animals.”

Krvavy skeptically quirks her brow. “I really doubt that that is the case here.” Her voice grows harsher, though still retains its teasing undercurrent. “Do you seriously expect me to believe that Dwarves of all people need their bodies to help them prepare for rough times? And if that still was the case, then why is it only women who have these ‘fat stores’?”

“It is but one theory and... not as unlikely as you may think. Pregnancy requires... Nnnh~...” The grey-skinned shortstack shudders and takes a moment to collect herself. “Pregnancy requires a great deal of extra nutrients. Thus, women are... are in greater need of such energy stores.”

“Oh~? You’re doubling down, are you~? If you’re right, then why do these~,” the Drakling’s fingers grab onto Inanna’s plump and puffy nipples, pinching just below the thick nubs that crown those massive mounds. “These~...” She gently shakes her head, pushing past the distractions held in her hands. “Then why do these swollen and lewd teats grow alongside these two huge ‘fat stores’~? That seems like an odd choice for such a utilitarian part of your body, don’t you think~? Being bigger doesn’t provide them any real advantage, now does it~?”

“My Ushumgal~...!” A gasped moan escapes past this shortstack’s parted lips. “I~...!”

“What is it~? Do you have something to say~?” A sadistic grin spreads across Krvavy’s face as she roughly gropes her Dwarf’s sensitive nipples, making sure to squeeze just a bit harder whenever Inanna is about to speak. “Something like... another possible answer to my question~? One that isn’t so weak~? Maybe you’ll try to tell me that Dwarven women produce a lot of milk, and that having such massive udders is just a side effect of that~? Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll admit to what we both know is the real reason~! Tits as wonderful as these don’t just appear in a single generation, after all~!”

“What...ever~... the reason~... may~... may be~...” Each of Inanna’s gasping words grows more firm and resolute than the last. “I~... simply do not care~...!” She all but shouts, quivering as waves of bliss wash over her body and mind. “Whether it be luck or~... or selective pressure~...! The means matter not to me, only the results~...! And those results~... have enamoured you, my love, to such a degree that I must thank those who’s choices led to this~!”

The Drakling goes tense as sturdy fingers suddenly grasp onto her stiff shaft, reverently stroking the upper portion of her colossal cock as it rises tall above her shortstack’s thick and trembling thighs.

“[Oh venerable ancestors~!]” Gone is Inanna’s normally neutral tone, the efforts to maintain the façade of her dignity tossed away. “[My mother, my father~! Their mothers, their fathers~!]” Lust and arousal alike drip from her every word, from each and every syllable she utters, tainting this stilted prayer of hers with perverted delight. “[Those of my blood and those not~! To all who came before me~! I offer my deepest and most sincere gratitude for the gift you have given me~! The gift of life and of this body~!]”

Krvavy clenches her teeth and bites back a moan. “Nnghh~...!” Or at least she tries to, unable to keep quiet as jolts of pleasure arc through her very being. Her relentless groping lessens to a gentle massage as she finds herself so thoroughly caught off guard by this... by this lewd litany being lavished upon her.

“[Above all others, I am forever grateful to those whose perverse preferences led to our women becoming so well endowed~!]” The dutiful Dwarf’s palm presses into the very tip of her Krvavy’s colossal cock, smearing its steady stream of pre all over that sensitive and swollen head. “[Whether a conscious effort was made to ensure that future generations would enjoy this gift or not, I must still praise the results of your desires~! No other race on or below the surface of this planet we call home is as blessed as we~! All because of you, my esteemed and most revered ancestors~! Your pursuits have not gone unrecognized~! Your sacrifices have not gone unacknowledged~!]”

The Drakling digs into her grey-skinned shortstack’s titillating and truly titanic tits, that firm yet pillowy expanse squishing out from between her fingers. That single unintentionally aggressive grope hardly even disturbs her Dwarf’s corrupted prayer. Nor does it distract from that shortstack’s meticulous massage, stout fingers stroking and squeezing along her swollen shaft, palm firmly pressed against the drooling cockslit at her very tip...

A white, foggy static creeps in at the edges of Krvavy’s mind, her heart hammering away within her chest and her every breath hissing through her carnivorous teeth.

“[I myself may be naught but a disgrace in your eyes, my distinguished and illustrious ancestors~! For I have freely given the gifts that you have blessed me with to a scion of our most ancient of enemies~!]” Not even the slightest hint of shame fills Inanna’s uncharacteristically emotional voice, her every word one of joy and desire. “[I~...!]” She shifts and squirms within her lover’s lap... her thighs squeezing down around the Drakling’s dick... her needy slit rubbing along that lengthy shaft. “[I did not do so out of malice, but of love~! And – I will not lie to you nor myself – of lust~! My own degenerate desires simply cannot be sated by any of our men~! Only a Dragon such as this one that I have sworn myself to~!]”

Krvavy’s thick and meaty tail twitches, the muscles throughout her body tensing and trembling as ecstasy sets her nerves alight. Naught but the degenerate, worshipful of her wonderful Dwarf echo through this Drakling’s hazy and unfocused mind, each of those sensuous sentences sending shuddering shivers up along her spine.

“[I seek not forgiveness for such a betrayal~! Nor understanding~! I will continue to look kindly onto you, my noble and virtuous ancestors, regardless of if you look kindly onto me~!]” Inanna’s chanting voice wavers for just the briefest of moments, her short and oh so lewdly stacked body quivering as the colossal cock held between her meaty thighs throbs in desperate need. “[For I am forever grateful of the gifts which you have given me, the gifts which have made me one of the greatest treasures owned by the Dragon that I call my Ushumgal~!]”

No matter how hard Krvavy tries to cling on, to hold herself back and to not let this bliss overwhelm her... Despite her futile attempts to resist the inevitable, to keep herself from being pushed past the peak... Regardless of how much she may wish for this to go on and on forever, to indulge in this euphoric ecstasy for as long as she can...

It is all pointless, her fate already written and set into stone.

Maybe if she hadn’t so sadistically tormented this shortstack of hers...? Maybe if she hadn’t riled herself up with those teasing words...? Maybe if she hadn’t primed her own pleasure, leaving her far more vulnerable than she ever would have thought...?

Krvavy’s clawed toes can’t help but curl, scratching against the solid stone floor sitting beneath her inhuman feet. Her strong legs shudder and shake, knees buckling even though they aren’t exactly in use. Her hefty sack clenches close to her body, the weighty orbs within churning as this onslaught of ecstasy finally overwhelms her. What little resistance she had left cracks and breaks away.

“Ngh~...!” The Drakling’s dick almost painfully pulses, that stiff shaft swelling even further as the first spurt of seed shoots up through its length, erupting directly into the palm of her Dwarf’s hand.

Thick and creamy cum splatters outwards with a wet squelching sound, sticky white globs of virile seed scattered across stone and stone-grey skin alike, a mess already being made in Inanna’s lap and within the deep canyon of her cleavage. Swiftly, that shortstack’s now thoroughly sticky fingers drop down from that twitching and turgid tip, firmly grasping onto the sensitive spot just beneath its flared crown.

Pleasure wracks through the barbarian’s body as the next load is launched up into the warm air. A thick rope of creamy cum shoots clean across this workshop room, travelling in a large arc with its peak at a height above even the Drakling’s head.

Inanna’s thick thighs tighten their grip, squeezing so strongly around that aggressively throbbing rod. Her wide hips roll back and then forwards again, grinding her needy and sodden slit against the ridges that line her lover’s oversized shaft. Those caressing and clinging hands of hers pull on Krvavy’s cock, pointing the barrel of that colossal canon back towards her lewd body.

Krvavy frantically kneads at her Dwarf’s big and bountiful breasts, manically molesting those mountainous mounds. Bliss fills her blanking mind as time loses all meaning to her. Rapturous pulses of pleasure flow through her body, blending together as she cums and cums and cums even more.

Rope after rope, spurt after spurt... An excessive mess of thick and creamy cum soon covers this busty shortstack’s entire chest. Sticky white strands stretch across that vast expanse of her stone-grey skin, pooling in the deep valley of her cleavage.

Stray droplets of burning hot seed splatter into the backs of Krvavy’s black-scaled hands, while other globs of that creamy glazing oozes down between her groping fingers and these titanic tits.

“Hahhh~...” A long and heavy sigh emerges from the depths of this Drakling, her ever so slightly softened shaft shuddering as one last spurt shoots out of it, hitting her Dwarf square in the belly.

“Mmm~...” Inanna doesn’t even bother to hide that moan, her thick body twitching and trembling with need. “Anything and everything associated with your penis is perfect, my Ushumgal~...” She quietly whispers, bringing a cum-coated hand up to her lips. “Mmhm~...”

Krvavy’s cock throbs as she gazes down from atop her Dwarf’s head, taking in the lovely and lewd sight of this beautiful mess they’ve made together...

“Mmmm~...” Inanna calmly licks her fingers clean, utterly unbothered by how debauched and depraved she must look in this moment. Her hand, now glistening with nothing but her own saliva, reaches off to the side and grabs a towel from a neatly folded stack conveniently resting on the nearby counter, just barely within reach. “Here~.”

The barbarian’s mind is still in the process of rebooting as that towel is forced between the Dwarf’s huge squished tit and one of her grabby hands.

“I do not have as large an appetite as some of your other girls~.” The grey-skinned shortstack plainly explains, her voice mostly returning to its normally neutral tone. “That said~...” She tilts her head back, turning her upside-down face towards that of her Draconic lover. “I am not quite done yet~. And I do not believe you are either~. You always have more than a single load to give~.”

Krvavy bites her bottom lip, losing herself in Inanna’s intense copper-orange eyes as she idly drags the towel she had been given across this Dwarf’s cum-coated tit. The slow, circular motions that she absentmindedly makes are the source of more than a few shuddering moans. “Do you... have something in mind~?” She eventually asks, cock twitching with anticipation

“Yes~.” That simple answer is accompanied by only a nod. No further explanation follows, only a few breathy gasps as Inanna grabs another towel and joins the Drakling in wiping down her sensitive breasts.

Relative silence fills the air as these two lovers clean this mess as best they can with only a handful of towels. A couple sheets of absorbent fabric pale in comparison to a bath or a shower, but they do the job well enough. A sticky sheen remains on the shortstack’s skin, glistening in the light of her workshop and ensuring that the scent of sex still strongly clings to her busty body.

“Mm.” The faintest tinge of annoyance fills that hum. Inanna’s fingers pull at a glob of cum that made its way into her coal-black hair. The fact that only a few splattered droplets ended in that woollen mass is a miracle, but even that small amount is still too much for her liking...

Disappointment pulls at Krvavy’s lips as the Dwarf slips free from her lap. Her stiffened cock bounces back up without the shortstack’s weigh holding it in place.

Inanna lifts her gaze, peering deep into her Draconic lover’s emerald eyes once more. “You quite enjoyed what we just did, yes~?” A tinge of amusement underlines that rhetorical question. “Of course, my Ushumgal~,” she firmly grabs onto both of the Drakling’s larger hands. “I served you quite well, with my words and with my actions~. I provided you with ample pleasure~.”

Krvavy heart flutters, those stout fingers squeezing tight around her own.