"You're Late."

Rusilka's nipples are standing erect, but it's not from arousal. "You're Late," she declares accusingly and you blush involuntarily. Of all the things that could go wrong with this event this was not one you had thought of.

"I'm sorry, my nerve almost broke," you state, and hasten to her side.

"Your nerve? You have to nerve yourself up to face the thought of bedding me?" Rusilka says, her voice sounding hurt.

"You don't? I thought the first time was worse for women than it was for men?" You ask in confusion.

"OH! Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't understand... Please forgive me husband, I thought you found me unattractive, not that you feared to hurt me! Now, remove your garments and join with me as we have both long dreaded and desired, for that is what this night is for..." she comands with a lusty purr.

Soon enough you too are nude and you match your bodies together in the way of Dwarven men and women since the dawn of time. Grunts and moans of lust and lovemaking fill the air, for you are in a suite in the palace set aside for the first unions of members of the queen's court, and you know these walls are mystically sound proofed. Here as few other places in the world you have the freedom to give full voice to your ardor, and long and loud is your joining. When at last you can hold back no longer, even with the aid of your great Dwarven stamina, you bellow and thrust one final time giving all your saved seed into Rusilka's receptive womanhood to the point that she cannot hold it all and it dribbles onto the bedspread, liberally mixed with her own juices.

You wait hardly 10 minutes, basking in the fading wonder-light of orgasm, before you look about you and notice the food laid out on a table beyond the bed from the door by which you entered. With wordless gestures you indicate your hunger and by unspoken accord go to eat.

The food is lovely, and there is Dwarven Ice-Honey-Brandy to drink with it. You both only take a mouthful, more for politeness sake than because you desire to become drunken, but shortly find the food quite restorative and with a sly wink you jerk your head at the bed...

Another go round, slower, less a matter of lust and more of love, is undertaken, and this time you give it your all to help Rusilka cum as many times as she can. You manage to achieve a hand's count of orgasms for her before she is spent and begs you to overflow her woman's void with your spunk again: a request you comply with just under a minute later.

Both spent you collapse and fall into a deep slumber filled with visions of sex and joining, holding tight to each other until well past dawn...