Ch117: Harvesting Seeds & Receiving the Dwarf’s Payment ♥
Cuddling / Hugging, Tit Worship, Kissing, Hot Dogging / Buttjob, Size Difference (in dynamic, not penetration), Romantic / Loving.
This chapter is on the line between ♥ and ♥♥, but it is calmer and takes a while to get into the 'action', so I went with just a single ♥.
A smile finds its way onto Krvavy’s face as she spots a truly wonderful sight further ahead. “Are you so eager to get your workshop ready to use that you’re just going to stand around waiting for me~?” She playfully calls out, quickening her pace and unconsciously hurrying along the path that winds through her cave.
“I am eager, yes, but that isn’t why I’m out here.” Inanna plainly states, her voice raised just enough to reach the approaching Drakling while not crossing the line into being a shout. “The copper Ore Seeds all appear to be fully grown and are ready to harvest.”
“Oh! Right, almost forgot about those... Should I go get th–?”
“No need.” The utterly naked shortstack calmly cuts Krvavy off. “I brought the pickaxe over here earlier. I understand that it is little more than loot to you, but it is a waste to keep such a fine tool sitting around in your hoard.”
The Drakling quickly catches up to her Dwarf, reaching that grey-skinned woman’s side right as Inanna turns and starts walking towards where the Ore Seeds are planted. “Well, I wouldn’t say that it has just been sitting around. You’ve borrowed it quite a few times already, I’ve noticed. But, if you’d like, we can store it somewhere over here where it’ll be more useful. It isn’t like I need to keep it as a trophy. I have you for that~.”
“I’d appreciate it.” The Dwarf replies, seemingly ignoring Krvavy’s flirting in favour of picking up the Dwarven pickaxe from where she left it leaning against a nearby rock. “Would you like the honour of harvesting the first Ore Seed?”
“Sure.” The barbarian nods her head and steps forwards, taking the offered tool from Inanna. “Though I should point out that I really have no idea what I’m doing. It’s all magic, so who knows just how these things are supposed to be harvested...” Her brow slowly knits together, furrowing a fair bit. “I... don’t really want to accidentally destroy any of these. They are supposed to grow back, somehow...”
“Good thing that you are the one doing it first then.” Inanna’s lips curl into the faintest of smiles. “I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself.”
Krvavy narrows her eyes at that shortstack’s slight bit of sass... only to shake her head and step forwards, pickaxe in hand. She has enough experience with teasing and being teased to know when someone is just messing with her.
A number of rather unassuming rocks stand before the Drakling and Dwarf, jutting up from the ground that they share a colour and texture with. A couple of those rocks have lumps of raw metal sticking out of them, dull yet still gleaming in the dim light, but for the most part they are just boring bits of stone.
If it wasn’t for the glowing circles surrounding each Ore Seed, Krvavy wouldn’t pay much attention to these otherwise unremarkable rocks. And neither would she be able to tell when they are ready to harvest. For the most part, at least. It is pretty obvious that the silver and gold ones aren’t anywhere near ready, as they are noticeably smaller than all of the others and don’t have any bits of actual ore visible. But the zinc and iron seeds look very similar to the copper ones, even though their circles aren’t complete yet...
It is a little disorientating, to be honest. They look like something right out of a video game, not something you’d expect to see in... real life.
“Try harvesting this one first.” Inanna gestures at a copper seed off to Krvavy’s right, her words snapping the barbarian free from that line of thought. “It was ready for harvest yesterday evening, while the other two finished growing sometime during the night.” Her dark-grey lips press together. “I find it a little annoying that they do not have a uniform rate of growth.”
“Alright. Any tips on how I should do this?”
“You assume that I know how to mine just because I am a Dwarf?” Inanna raises a single thick eyebrow and stares up at the Drakling, her expression completely unreadable.
“You’ve used this pickaxe before.” Krvavy dryly points out.
The Dwarf’s lips twist into another slight smile. One that just about reaches her copper-orange eyes. “Indeed.” She replies, the faintest hint of a playful note in her otherwise neutral voice. “Simply hit the pointy bit against the stone.”
“How helpful.” The barbarian sarcastically states. “Are you saying I could just do this?” Krvavy gently taps the Dwarven pickaxe against the Ore Seed, causing a quiet dink to ring out from the contact, all while she continues to meet the grey-skinned woman’s steady gaze.
Inanna’s thick brow suddenly shoots up in visible surprise, her eyes darting downwards as pieces of metal audibly drop onto the ground.
Krvavy quickly glances back at the Ore Seed to see that a large chunk of it is now missing. Not that it broke off and is now laying on the ground, but that it seems to have completely ceased to exist. Well, not completely. There are a few lumps of copper resting on the ground. But the stone that had encased them is nowhere in sight.
“How odd.” Inanna’s words perfectly mirror Krvavy’s thoughts. “Would you mind doing that again?”
Without a word, the Drakling does as her Dwarf asks and taps the Ore Seed once more. A large chunk of the stone briefly becomes transparent before abruptly disappearing, leaving the lumps of copper contained within floating in the air for a split second before they too fall down to the ground.
“How very odd...” Curiosity clings to the Dwarf’s every word as she slowly walks around the partially harvested Ore Seed, copper-orange eyes staring quite intently at the thing. “Mmm... It appears that a fifth, or perhaps a sixth, of the entire deposit vanished from each strike... How curious.”
Acting on an idle thought, Krvavy reaches towards the Ore Seed and taps a single clawed finger into its stone. Absolutely nothing happens. “Yeah, curious...”
“Mmm.” Inanna bends down and picks up one of the pieces of raw copper ore. She holds it up and looks at it from different angles. “I must admit, I am thankful for this oddity. It is quite convenient to not have to deal with any waste rock.” The Dwarf lifts her gaze even further, meeting the emerald eyes of her Draconic lover. “Now, would you mind finishing off this deposit? We still have two others to harvest, and I’d like to try my hand with one of them.”
“Alright.” The barbarian nods, bringing the pickaxe down once more.
“Aaand... there we go.” Krvavy slowly exhales. “Your workshop is done. Well, this room is, at least.” She shrugs, rolling her shoulders a little before rising back up onto her feet.
Inanna trails her hand across the fully solid wall. The melded nature of all this stone isn’t ideal, in her mind, but neither is it permanent. A simple compromise made to give her a place to work sooner rather than later. “You’ve done an amazing job, my Ushumgal.” She calmly praises, fingers brushing over the faint lines where individual bricks used to touch.
“I have? You are the one who built all of this.”
“And I could not have done so without your assistance. You perfectly fulfilled all of my requests, be it for something as simple as the doorway,” Inanna nods her head in the direction of the half hexagonal arch at the top of the thick doorframe, “or as complex as the specifications of my forge. You even built these racks, tables, and benches. Without them, I would have to do my work on the floor.”
“Alright, no need to heap all that praise on me.” The barbarian sighs, ignoring the faint pinkish hue colouring her pale face.
“I am not. But if you would like, we can now discuss your... payment~.” The grey-skinned woman almost moans that one word, her normally neutral voice laced with a surprisingly sensual tone.
A pleasant shiver runs down Krvavy’s spine. “What do you have in mind...?” The Drakling gently nibbles on her bottom lip, hungrily taking in the sight of the incredibly short and so incredibly stacked woman in front of her.
“We do not have many options beyond using these,” the Dwarf rather casually hefts up her titanic tits, palms sinking into the firm yet squishy underside of those more than bountiful boobs. A wonderful jiggle ripples through her expansive titflesh as one of those mountains is raised a little more than the other, before being abruptly lowered down while the other ascends, rising and falling opposite of each other, again and again and again... “But I doubt you mind this limitation all that much~.”
It takes Krvavy a few seconds to find her voice. “No,” she eagerly agrees, “I really don’t~.”
“Good, though we are getting ahead of ourselves.” Inanna abruptly drops her gigantic globes back down, causing two rather loud slaps to echo through the air. “If you would just give me a moment.”
The barbarian curiously tilts her head as Inanna turns on the spot and steps towards her nearby tool bag. After a few seconds of rummaging around, the busty Dwarf pulls out a bundle of brass rods, which each appear to be capped with a wedge-like edge on one end and a sharp point on the other.
“These are my styluses.” The Runesmith states as she unwraps the bundle. “They are, traditionally, used for writing in clay and soft stone. I do not use them very often. Here, hold these.” Inanna pushes six of them towards the barbarian.
Not given much of a choice, Krvavy accepts the styluses.
They feel almost like pens in the Drakling’s hands, though they are a little shorter than a pen would be. At least proportionally, for her giant size. Which is kind of odd, as they’d be very long in a Dwarf’s significantly smaller hands... But their size isn’t all that catches Krvavy’s attention. These styluses are quite fancy looking. Ornate and decorated, with most of their lengths taken up by a twisted spiral trimmed with rings of tiny circles etched into the metal.
“What exactly are you planning to use these for...?” A faint bit of trepidation hangs onto Krvavy’s words as she pokes a finger into the fairly sharp tips of these styluses, ‘testing’ them all one after the other.
“To crudely hold my hair up.” Inanna replies, reaching behind her back and gathering up what looks to be a full third of that thick and voluminous mass, before pulling those coal-black strands over her shoulder to more easily handle them. “I perhaps should have done so earlier, but no matter.” She shrugs ever so slightly, rolling that portion of her hair upwards and only stopping once it is level with her head. “Now, if you would kindly hand me a single stylus.”
“Sure,” Krvavy does just as she is asked. “Do you normally wear these things?” She idly wonders, watching on as the Dwarf expertly pins that barrel of coal-black hair in place.
“Another, please.” Inanna requests before giving her answer. “Normally? No. But they are often included in the traditional outfit of my profession, worn in the hair or beard. Though in a much neater manner than I am currently attempting. And, truthfully, that is typically only done so for ceremony. These styluses are not the dirtiest of tools, but they can still get covered in clay and dust when used.”
With that the Dwarf reaches behind herself once more, grabbing another portion of her hair and pulling it to other her side. With practiced hands she rolls it upwards, repeating the whole process again. In just a short amount of time, Inanna has pinned most of her dense mane up near her shoulders in two thick barrel-like masses, though a fair amount of that coal-black hair continues to travel down the center of her back...
“Mmm... Would you mind helping me with this last bit? I am not flexible enough to easily do such a thing myself.”
“Of course.” The barbarian answers without hesitation, crouching down behind her Dwarf. Despite the informality of this whole situation, it feels oddly intimate to Krvavy. Perhaps because she is getting a clear and unobstructed view of this grey-skinned shortstack’s huge ass...? Or perhaps it is because she is pretty much seeing Inanna’s back for the first time...? Well, her lower back, at least...
“Thank you.” Inanna expresses her gratitude as soon as the last stylus slides into the dense mass of her hair. She then gives her head a shake and reaches behind her back, feeling for any loose strands. Of which there are none. “Mmm. This will do well enough.”
Krvavy is hardly back up on her feet before the Dwarf has turned back around, looking up at her with a wry smile on her normally neutral face.
“What?”
“I can see why Thea constantly calls you a pervert.” The busty grey-skinned woman states with the faintest of playful tones in her voice.
“Huh?” The barbarian just blinks in confusion.
Rather than respond to that, the Dwarf simply steps to the side and begins to slide a heavy stone bench across the floor. “Sit here and we can finally begin with your payment.” Inanna all but orders.
“Alright,” the Drakling gently shakes her head and goes to sit on the bench, slipping her tail in the gap Inanna left between it and the wall. “Now, what do you have in mind?”
Silence serves as Inanna’s answer as the Dwarf climbs up onto the bench beside Krvavy, knees pressing into the solid stone of that thing. “Pampering you would perhaps fit best with this being a reward for the help you have provided, but I would like to do something slightly different this time. You have done little but use my chest on your penis thus far.”
Krvavy curiously raises an eyebrow as Inanna almost crawls into her lap, the Dwarf’s thick thighs spread wide as she straddles the Drakling’s waist. “You know, sometimes I forget just how small you are.” Krvavy idly comments as the busty shortstack pushes a hand against her collarbone, encouraging her to lean back against the wall.
“Mmm. While I do quite enjoy how much you tower over me, it does indeed complicate our relationship.” Inanna nods, causing the barrel-like bundles of her thick black hair to bob behind her. An incredibly subtle smile suddenly spreads across the Dwarf’s lips as she slowly rises up, standing on the bench with her legs spread apart, one foot on either side of her Draconic lover’s thighs. “You may be a giant compared to the likes of me, but there is one place where I am larger than you~.”
Krvavy can’t help but grin as her shortstack hefts those titanic grey-skinned tits up in front of her face, the darker nipples that crown those mountains looking so plump and delicious, before suddenly dropping them down atop her own sizable chest. That weight... and the warmth... it is truly wonderful~...
“To think a woman almost twice my height would be less endowed than I am~.” The Dwarf teasingly comments, pressing her enormous and heavy globes down onto the barbarian’s breasts, dwarfing the Drakling’s pale tits and leaving no doubt about which of them is larger. In this way, at least~. “Though I suppose all your endowment went to a certain spot between your legs, creating a tool thicker than my arm~. And just about longer too~.”
The Drakling’s tongue unconsciously pokes free from her mouth, wetting her lips while she stares down at those massive and mountains melons with a lewd hunger in her eyes. Her hands slowly slide up Inanna’s body, deliberately taking in every aspect of her short lover’s so very stacked form. Fingers trail over thick calves, feeling the sturdy muscles hidden beneath the skin, before groping and squeezing those juicy yet firm thighs... So stocky and strong~...
Without Inanna’s hair falling down her body, those groping hands can freely grab at her large and unobstructed ass. The fairly heavyset woman quietly moans as scaled fingers dig into the plush and dense flesh of her rear. “While I appreciate the attention,” she slowly breathes out, shuddering a little as she leans forward, “I would prefer for you to instead focus on these~.”
Those amazingly enormous tits quickly engulf the barbarian’s vision, the soft flesh squishing against her face as the Dwarf begins to smother her in the absolute best way possible. This is almost heaven for Krvavy~.
“Mmmh~!” Inanna hums quite happily as the Drakling immediately begins to plant nibbling kisses all throughout the deep valley of her cleavage. “Yes, my Ushumgal, devour these breasts of mine like the conquering Dragon that you are~!”
Faint vibrations travel through that vast expanse of squishy, grey-skinned flesh with each hummed moan that both Drakling and Dwarf can’t help but make, these plump tits all but quivering from the pleasure being lavished upon them.
“Mmmnnh~!” A lewd moan escapes past the Dwarf’s dark-grey lips as Krvavy’s inhuman tongue presses against her chest, sliding through her cleavage and leaving her stone-grey skin slick with saliva. Inanna shudders slightly as her hands slip from those huge breasts of hers, falling down onto the barbarian’s shoulders as she does her best to steady herself.
Krvavy’s hands immediately replace those of the Dwarf, gripping onto the monstrously massive mammaries with a feral need. Her scaled fingers dig and knead into the grey-skinned mountains squishing into her face, roughly molesting the durable Dwarven woman’s fairly firm titflesh.
But as much as Krvavy would love to stay like this forever, to enjoy the plush warmth completely engulfing her, she does still need to breath. Which isn’t an easy task with her face buried like this. And so, with great reluctance she forces the busty shortstack back a bit, just enough so that she can look up into Inanna’s flushed face as she gasps for air.
Intense copper-orange eyes stare back at the barbarian, filled with a desperate a need as Krvavy’s own eyes. The Dwarf gently nibbles on her bottom lip. Lust and arousal are apparent in Inanna’s expression, but there is something else visible as well: the faintest tinge of disappointment. A desire for more, and the mild frustration that comes with not quite getting what she wanted.
That will not do.
Krvavy immediately dives back into big bountiful breasts in front of her, but rather than continue suffocating herself in this considerable amount of cleavage, she instead takes a different approach. One that is far more aggressive. Without wasting even a moment, she wraps her lips around one of the wonderfully fat nipples poking into the cool cave air.
“Mnh~!” Inanna sharply inhales as the Drakling’s teeth gently scrape against her plump areola, the dark-grey flesh swelling with arousal. “My Ushumga-AHHL~! Mmngh~! Yes~!”
The Drakling’s slightly tapered tongue teases across the sensitive little bumps and nubs that crown her Dwarf’s swollen nipple, savouring each twitching moan she draws free from this usually so reserved woman. Her lips press deeply into the shortstack’s expansive titflesh as she hungrily suckles upon the dark teat in her mouth.
“MMNGH~!” Inanna’s hips abruptly jerk forwards, pressing her bushy slit against the barbarian’s body. Hot juices gush out of the grey-skinned shortstack as she grinds herself against those firm abs, moaning loudly as pleasure so swiftly overwhelms her.
The hands grasping onto Krvavy’s shoulders tighten their grip, stout fingers digging into pale skin and black scales alike as more of this Dwarf’s weight presses into her Draconic lover. Inanna’s thick and sturdy legs tremble, her thighs quivering and knees buckling, but she remains standing. She remains upright. The resilient woman that she is, Inanna weathers the storm of her own orgasm.
Krvavy pulls her head back as the Dwarf begins to come down from that high, letting the big puffy nipple slip from her mouth with a wet pop. Her breath teases across Inanna’s glistening skin as she playfully trails her long tongue across her shortstack’s expansive breasts, crossing the deep chasm of cleavage as she makes her way from one titanic tit to another, hungry eyes locked on her prize~.
“Mnhh~!” The Dwarf bites back a gasp as her neglected nipple is quickly lavished with the same lewd treatment as the one before it, tongue and teeth grazing across its dark and swollen flesh. “MMNGH~!” Her hips buck forwards once more, grinding her clit and sensitive lower lips against Krvavy’s solid abs in a desperate need as her squirted juices flow down the barbarian’s buff belly.
The Drakling’s fingers dig into her lover’s truly titanic tits, the soft firmness of that Dwarven titflesh yielding beneath her rough molestation. Each aggressive squeeze sends shivers through Inanna’s stout body, leaving the normally neutral and composed woman a flushed mess who is struggling to stay upright.
“Fuck~...!” Krvavy’s lips pop free from her Dwarf’s plump nipple as she sighs out happily. “Your tits are absolutely perfect~! I could spend all day doing this~!”
“I – AHNNM~!” Inanna’s response is cut off before it can truly begin, as both of her big bountiful breasts get roughly squeezed and pushed together, her substantially sized nipples nearly touching. “AH-HNMGHH~! MMNNNH~!”
The Dwarf’s whole body convulses and shakes in orgasmic bliss as Krvavy’s sharp teeth gently bite down around both of her nipples at once, the tip of that long Draconic tongue flicking against her plump nubs. Her hands cling tightly to the barbarian’s shoulders, trying desperately to steady herself. But the near-constant tit-centric orgasms have worn away at her endurance and her weakened knees finally give beneath her weight.
Krvavy has the presence of mind to loosen her grip and let those perfect tits slip from her grasp as Inanna slumps down onto her.
“Haahh~...” Inanna shakily exhales, letting her head come to rest against the barbarian’s firm breasts, her body continuing to shudder and twitch as she tries to catch her breath. Her plump nipples graze against the Drakling’s abs with each heaving gasp, sending aftershocks through her stout body.
“Enjoy yourself~?” Krvavy playfully asks, bringing a hand down to gently stroke her Dwarf’s coal-black hair.
“Yes~... Yes, my Ushumgal~... More than anything~...” The grey-skinned shortstack mumbles out. “But you haven’t...”
“That’s alright.” Krvavy gently smiles down at her lovely Dwarf. “I’m more than happy just playing with your tits. If you are too exhausted to continue, then I can just go an–”
“NO!” Inanna shouts that single word, looking a little sheepish as she realizes how loud she just was. “No, I... It is hardly a payment if I leave you unsatisfied~... So, please, use me for your own pleasure, my Ushumgal~...”
The Drakling’s Draconic dick throbs in need as the Dwarf’s large rear presses back against it, those round globes almost engulfing its ridged length.
Biting her bottom lip, Krvavy nods her head and wordlessly brings her hands down to grab onto Inanna’s wide hips.
“Mmmh~...” The Dwarf quietly moans as her body is slowly moved back and forth, so effortlessly manhandled and made to rub against that lewd length by the much bigger barbarian. Her grey-skinned face has grown considerably darker, gaining a reddish hue as her copper-orange eyes, half-lidded and not entirely focused, gaze up at the Drakling. At her Ushumgal.
Having been neglected and left out in the cool cave air this whole time, even the slightest bit of contact is like the sweetest ecstasy to Krvavy’s cock. That sizable shaft, swollen as it is, throbs and pulses with pleasure as the valley of Inanna’s ass grinds against it.
Their pace may be slow and relaxed, but that hardly matters.
“My Ushumgal... My Ushumgal...” Inanna quietly murmurs and coos as she lazily places gentle kisses across Krvavy’s chest. Her massive breasts press into the barbarian’s firm abs, that yielding titflesh squished between their bodies as the sensitive nipples that cap them are rubbed against hard muscles, sending a constant stream of pleasure throughout her sturdy body. “I...” She sighs, slowly wrapping her arms around the Drakling’s waist, engulfing her lover in a warm embrace. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Krvavy happily responds, affectionately gazing down at the Dwarf whose face is buried between her breasts. She can’t stop herself from leaning in, from burying her face into the voluminous mass of coal-black hair atop that woman’s head. “I love you, my... my Inanna.”
“Mmm~...” Inanna slowly lifts her head up, causing the barrel-like bundles of her thick black hair to slip a little further down her bare back. Her normally neutral face is filled with contented joy and her lips spread into a loving smile. Her nose nearly touches that of the Drakling. “Still haven’t come up with a pet name for me, my love~...?”
“No, not yet.” The barbarian smiles back, her every breath growing a little heavier than the last as her Dwarf lover’s large ass continues to grind against her shaft, moving on its own and no longer needing any ‘guidance’. “Unless you’d like me to... Hahh~... to call you my little rock~?”
“Mmh... I wouldn’t mind that.” The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes twinkle with a playful light. “Though my rocks aren’t exactly little~...!”
An intense, wet heat emanates from Inanna’s swollen slit as she suddenly pushes herself backwards, letting her needy pussy bump bump bump over the ridges of Krvavy’s rod. Her weight presses that colossal cock downwards, letting the pre dribbling from its tip drip down onto the floor. Her slick juices swiftly coat that shaft as she rubs herself along its length, going forwards and back again, before abruptly pulling herself up against the barbarian’s body once more.
A pulse of pleasure stabs through the Drakling’s very being as her dick springs back into place, standing tall and proud as it is engulfed in those firm, grey-skinned cheeks once more.
Krvavy stiffens as her ridged rod throbs, giving into the pleasure rolling through her body. Not that she would dare to resist such sensations~. Her hefty sack pulls tight against her body just as her Dwarf leans in and plants a kiss on her collarbone, the wide hips of that so wonderfully stacked woman continuing to roll at a steady pace, stiff little clit grinding into the pale skin of Krvavy’s crotch.
The Drakling’s dick twitches as a spurt of her virile seed shoots out of it, flying across the room and landing on the bare stone floor with a wet splat. Rope after rope of her creamy cum follows after the first, making a mess of the Dwarf’s workshop.
“Mmmh~...” Inanna softly hums, her stocky body trembling as she feels each and every pulsing throb, her untouched pussy clenching around nothing yet still gushing all the same. Her hands glide across her Draconic lover’s back, feeling the muscles that lay beneath pale skin and black scales tense and go taut beneath her touch.
“Haah~...” A sigh of pure and utter content whispers past Krvavy’s parted lips as the last bit of cum dribbles out of her still-hard shaft, dripping down its length.
Inanna takes a deep breath, her hands climbing upwards and finding the Drakling’s shoulders once more. With a degree of reluctance, the grey-skinned shortstack rises back onto her unsteady feet, the warmth of her body lingering despite the cool cave air that surrounds them both.
Stout fingers gently press into Krvavy’s cheek, all but cupping her chin and angling her head up towards the Dwarf who, for once, stands taller than she. If only by the smallest amount. Emerald eyes peer into two copper-orange orbs, getting lost in those gorgeous gems.
Thick, dark-grey lips hover in front of a much paler pair. “I love you.” Inanna repeats those honest words, before leaning in for a kiss.
One of Krvavy’s hands trails up her Dwarf’s back, gently rubbing and tenderly caressing the skin normally hidden behind that thick mass of coal-black hair. Her Draconic tongue presses into Inanna’s mouth, slowly dancing with the stout woman’s much shorter tongue at a rather romantic and relaxed pace.
After a few all-to-short minutes, the Dwarf pulls back and slides back down into Krvavy’s lap, using all her strength to keep that descent smooth and... and not crumpling collapse. “I must apologize for this... I am feeling... too drained to continue...” Inanna reluctantly admits, weakly wiggling her hips as her large rear once again presses into her lover’s still-stiff shaft. “This is hardly a fitting payment if you are still not fully satisfied...”
“Oh, I’m satisfied alright~.” Krvavy lovingly smiles back, her hand gently cupping Inanna’s chin, a thumb gently touching the lips she so desperately wishes to kiss again. “Sure, I could go for a bit more, but I don’t need that. I won’t feel pent up leaving it at this. So don’t you worry. Your ‘payment’ was wonderful~.”
“My pleasure.” The Dwarf’s smile spreads across her still-flushed face. “Though still, I doubt you’d complain if my hands brought you to another orgasm while we clean each other up~?”
“Hah~! I think we should focus on cleaning your workshop first.” The barbarian playfully laughs at her stoic shortstack’s shameless offer. “Unless you want this place to smell like my cum~?”
“Mmm... Perhaps you are right...” Inanna softly sighs, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But... Can we stay like this for a little longer...?”
“Of course~.” The Drakling wraps an arm around her Dwarf’s waist. “For as long as you’d like~.”