The art of dwarven wrestling

“Takin’ on a dwarf in grapplin’ combat? Yer a bleedin’ idiot ya’ know that right?” you manage to **** out as you set your plan into action.

Just in time as well as you notice his rapidly hardening cock spring free from his trousers. You take a gamble as you wrap your naked lower legs around the bandit’s waist. The sudden weight shift causes him to lose balance as he removes a hand from your neck to catch the ground beside you. You feel his hard prick catch the entrance of your cunt but fail to penetrate, sliding up now somewhat caught in the pin. You wrap your arm around his, locking it from being able to move. Rolling towards his grappled arm, he has no way to catch himself as you both tumble off the bed roll, but now with you on top. You feel his cock nestled between your lower lips, caught in a terrible state of being, teased as the struggle causes you to rock against it. Your hands surge for a nearby piece of firewood as you bring it down hard on the bandit’s head. You keep striking until you notice a warmth growing around your crotch. Looking down you notice pooling semen between your body and his. The friction caused by your grapple seems to have gave this man a blissful few final moments.

“God damned bandits” you say slumped beside the now dead man.

Tearing off a piece of his shirt, you wipe the cum from your admittedly stimulated pussy. You toss the scraps into the fire as you notice something tragic. Although your pants hang from a nearby tree, the bandit must’ve tossed your panties into the fire as their remains slowly burn away into nothingness.

“What a sick sense of humour that prick had” you remark shaking your head.

Commando isn’t your first choice but it’s actually the norm in dwarven culture. Mostly just for the men though, many dwarven women prefer the added comfort. Pulling on your pants, you make a decent attempt at cleaning the bandit’s blood out of your bedroll, but the worst of it will have to wait until morning.