Ch208: Dwarven Dominance ♥♥

Size Difference, Shortstack, Light Femdom, Oral Sex/Cunnilingus/Pussy Eating, Long Tongue, Tongue Fucking, Excessive Cum.

A slightly crooked smile, more of a smirk than anything, finds its way onto Krvavy’s pale lips. With a bit of encouragement from the sturdy hands holding onto, she rises off this stone seat to stand back up on her inhuman feet. “Acting like you didn’t enj–~?”

“Down.” That single sternly spoken word cuts off Krvavy’s attempt at teasing, as does the abrupt tug that sees this Dwarf ‘drag’ her Draconic lover down towards the ground. “Further.” Inanna all but orders, her chin lifted up just enough to maintain eye contact with the kneeling Drakling... who even now remains taller than her. A pair of stout, grey-skinned hands come to rest atop the barbarian’s black-scaled shoulders, firmly ‘pushing’ the giant dickgirl even further down.

Krvavy quirks her brow, but ultimately does as her Dwarf demands. With a bit of shuffling, she sits her ass down on the cool stone floor, legs loosely crossed and meaty tail curled around to the side. Now it is her turn to look up at this shortstack... even if only by about a hands width. If that still isn’t enough, well, she can always slouch a bit~.

“Mm...” The very tips of Inanna’s fingers trace along the Drakling’s jawline. “You are rather large~.” Just a hint of lust can be heard in what is otherwise a quite calmly spoken comment. A thumb gently brushes against a pair of pale lips, pulling back before it can be nibbled or licked. “Now...” Inanna slowly leans in, her copper-orange eyes gleaming like coals fresh from the forge, bright and beautiful... “Sit, and be patient.”

The barbarian blinks, her brain lagging a little as that Dwarf doesn’t give her a kiss, instead turning around and stepping away. Caught off guard as she is, Krvavy can do nothing but stare, entranced by every little movement that Inanna makes.

This short and oh so very stacked woman reaches back behind her beautiful body, grabbing at the voluminous mass cascading down from her head. With the practiced ease of someone who has done this countless times before, she pulls a generous portion of that coal-black hair over to her side and begins to meticulously roll it up, holding that barrel atop her shoulder. The brass stylus that was used to write her detailed notes is retrieved and put to a different use, that metal rod doing a decent job at pinning this part of her mane in place.

Krvavy’s gaze slowly trails downwards, her cock twitching with impatient need as she savours this uncommon sight, a show that she doesn’t always get to see.

Muscles tense and flex beneath stone-grey skin, that subtle definition built both by the swing of a hammer and by grace of the gorgeous mountains that Inanna always hefts around. The Runesmith’s wide hips roll and sway as she strides even further away, crossing her workshop in search of more styluses. A curtain of coal-black may still cover half her back, but what can be seen...

Like a moth to a flame, the Drakling’s emerald eyes are drawn down towards her Dwarf’s ample ass. Towards the single, thick cheek that has been so graciously uncovered. Sturdy as it may be, that pleasantly plush posterior still jiggles and quakes with each steady step that this shortstack takes, the force of a heel softly striking into the stone floor echoing up through tremendously thick thighs...

Feet planted securely on the ground, Inanna turns her torso in the opposite direction as her head, grabbing up another armful of her cascading black locks. Slowly and neatly that bundle is rolled into a barrel, revealing more and more of her beauty as it is raised all the way to her shoulders, pinned into place. But still many strands flow down her back, covering more than just her spine.

A bead of fresh pre drips from the tip of the towering shaft that rises from this seated Drakling’s lap. Her tapered tongue licks across her pale lips, hunger in her emerald eyes.

Inanna... has such a unique profile... Those truly titanic tits of hers extend a fair bit from her front, angled ever so slightly outwards by the curve of her chest... by the muscles and ribs that lay beneath those bountiful breasts... and pulled down by their tremendous weight. Both of those absolutely massive mountains rest over the faint swell of her plump but firm belly, casting long shadows down onto her thighs...

She looks... so very top-heavy, especially with her voluminous hair pinned up as it is. But even thinking as much feels so wrong... Because it downplays everything she has going on below the waist. Her hips are wide and womanly, slowly but steadily swaying like a pendulum... Her ass is round, firm, and large, a pair of plush pillows perfect for pounding... Her thighs are thick and toned, covered in a layer of firm fat that – much like the rest of her body – jiggles faintly as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other...

With some difficulty, Inanna parts the final curtain of hair that dares to cover her back, splitting it in two and pulling each half over the crudely tied barrels resting on her shoulders. Those many coal-black strands fall over her massive, mountainous breasts like a loose shirt. A tinge of annoyance crosses the Dwarf’s face as her hair clings to her slightly sticky skin. She will definitely need a shower after this. Or maybe a nice, long bath... one accompanied by an intimate massage...

The barbarian lightly bites her bottom lip. She would not mind lending Inanna a helping hand, be it in their large and expansive shower or down in the hot spring ponds~...

Those last bundled strands are grouped back together atop the swell of this shortstack’s more than sizable chest, rolled like a carpet right up to her collarbone. It takes a couple styluses to pin it all in place. Those copper-orange eyes, intense and piercing, glance over towards the Drakling. “Good~.” She subtly smiles, pearly white teeth peeking past her dark-grey lips. “You have done exactly as I said~.”

Anticipation courses through Krvavy’s veins, her cock throbbing and pulsing with each drumming beat of her heart. A degree of indignation enters her emerald eyes, her pride perturbed and her lusts set aflame, this wait wearing away at her willpower...

The Dwarf puts one foot in front of the other, slowly and leisurely making her way back towards this barbaric lover of hers. Each steady step she takes sees her hips swing from side to side, thunderous thighs quaking and ample ass no doubt shaking as well. But, of course, those beautiful sights aren’t what draws the attention of her audience of one. The gigantic globes of her beyond bountiful breasts jiggle and bounce and bob around, unobstructed and impossible to ignore. The plump, saucer-sized areola that stand at the peaks of those massive mountains have swollen with arousal and need, the sizable nubs of those dark-grey nipples all but begging to be kissed and suckled and worshipped...

A steady stream of pre flows down from the tip of the Drakling’s dick, the underside of that shaft glistening in the artificial light that fills this workshop. Her heavy, churning sack clenches against her body, as angry and impatient as the ridged rod rising above it.

Inanna’s stout fingers waste not a second in grabbing onto one of Krvavy’s upper horns, using it to ensure that their gazes meet. A completely necessary gesture, considering how close her titanic tits are to being level with that barbarian’s head. “Good things come for those who wait~.” She so sagely states, amusement written across her faintly flushed face. “And soon I will be cumming for you~.”

Krvavy grins through her grimace. “That was terri–”

“Shh, my Ushumgal~...” Those soft, scolding words silence that complaint. “Give me your hand.”

The Drakling defiantly narrows her eyes, but ultimately does as her Dwarf demands. She has followed the shortstack’s whims this far, so might as well see where all of this is going. One bad pun isn’t reason enough to rebel.

Inanna’s surprisingly strong fingers grab onto just two of the Drakling’s much larger digits. She pulls that hand up and over the false beard that her hair has formed. Her dark-grey lips press into Krvavy’s knuckles. That kiss lasts for no more than a second before she leads her Draconic lover’s hand back downwards, passing by her enormous exposed breasts.

A wet warmth surrounds Krvavy’s fingers as they are pushed between the Dwarf’s thick thighs, brushing against swollen and needy lips. Without needing to be asked, the barbarian presses forwards. Her middle finger curls, entering into the tight tunnel before her.

“Mmmh~...” Inanna lets a moan slip past her unfazed façade... weak as that may be, the grey of her cheeks growing ever darker. Her eyelids, with their thick but short lashes, slowly fall shut. A peaceful, pleasured expression soon fills her faintly flushed face.

Krvavy bares her sharp and carnivorous teeth in a wide grin, sitting just a bit taller and straighter as her shortstack’s slick arousal squelches around her invading finger. More and more of that digit enters the Dwarf, Inanna’s burning desire squeezing down around it as her knuckles press into those plump pussy lips. Her thumb bends inwards, brushing across the dense black bush that grows above this tight slit as it searches for, and promptly finds, the stiff nub of Inanna’s clit.

The Dwarf’s copper-orange eyes shoot open. She takes a long, deep breath. A stern mask hides her emotions as she grabs the Drakling’s wrist. Her gaze narrows into a scolding glare. “And just why are you smirking?”

“Why wouldn’t I be~?” Krvavy cheekily replies, seeing through that dispassionate tone. Her finger curls and her thumb presses down, all but pinching her grey-skinned Dwarf’s clit between them.

Almost imperceptibly, the very corner of Inanna’s left eye twitches. “Mhm.” She faintly nods and begins to calmly guide the barbarian’s large hand out from between her thighs. A few slick strands connect that damp finger and her needy slit, snapping as the distance between them grows too great.

“Oh~?” Krvavy playfully cocks her head to the side, her cockhead bobbing to a particularly strong beat of her heart. “Aren’t we doing this for ‘your pleasure’~? Don’t you want more~?”

“Of course.” Inanna drops the Drakling’s wrist and steps forwards. She grabs onto both of Krvavy’s upper horns for support as her feet find purchase atop a pair of muscled thighs. Strong, black-scaled fingers gently grab onto her calves, slowly gliding upwards as they help hold her steady. “And ‘more’ is exactly what I will get.”

Arrogance gleams across those emerald eyes. “Really n–wmmh~?”

Krvavy’s taunting question is cut off as first some truly titanic tits engulf her head, then that Dwarf’s plump and padded belly presses into her face, only for her head to be pushed a bit further down... any further sounds that she may make getting muffled by Inanna’s muff. A heady scent fills the barbarian’s very being as the Dwarf’s slick juices drip down her nose and chin, her shoulders bumping into the stone wall behind her.

“Don’t waste our time with talk. Put your mouth to better use~.” Arousal re-enters Inanna’s voice as she lets her mask slip and fall away. There is no real need in completely keeping up that act. Not now that she has ‘won’.

Lust fills Krvavy’s half-lidded eyes as she gazes up at her Dwarf. She can no longer see Inanna’s face. A tamed wilderness of bushy black hair is the first obstacle obscuring her vision. Her own horns the second. Then the underside of those absolutely massive and mountainous breasts. And, finally, the rolled & pinned mane resting beneath the shortstack’s chin smothers the last futile hopes at reading Inanna’s expression.

“Go on.” A single stout finger taps at one of the curved horns currently being used as handles. “Get licking~.”

Hot air sharply exits the Drakling’s nostrils. The Dwarf shudders slightly at that sensation.

Krvavy doesn’t particularly like being bossed around. All of her girls know that. So the fact that Inanna is treading that line is... mildly frustrating. But not enough for Krvavy to stop playing along.

“Mhhh~...” The shortstack shudders, her hips rolling forwards just enough to make this awkward position... marginally more comfortable.

The tip of Krvavy’s tongue slithers free from her mouth, trailing along the Dwarf’s lower lips at a torturously slow and agonizingly teasing pace. She can feel the need emanating from Inanna. And, with a degree of sadistic spite, Krvavy decides to take her time.

Each and every one of her girl’s has a different flavour to them. A unique taste that is a signature of their souls. Krvavy’s inhuman tongue is quite sensitive to what would otherwise be unnoticeable in all but the more magically powerful of people. Sensitive enough to taste her own unique flavour down here, even after her cum was all wiped away.

Cinnamon.

For some reason, her cum – even just the barest trace of it – tastes faintly of cinnamon...

A fact that she... has never really noticed before. Or at least has never really acknowledged... It isn’t like she goes out of her way to eat her own cum. In fact, just the thought of that is... a little off-putting. As hypocritical as that may be.

But while Krvavy isn’t quite sure how to feel about tasting herself down here... She can’t say that it is a complete turnoff. This isn’t too bad. It is just a faint lingering flavour. And... not an unpleasant one...

The side of her tongue slides across Inanna’s slit, rubbing the uneven nubs that line its length over her shortstack’s puffy and swollen lower lips.

Slick juices mix with Krvavy’s saliva, filling her mouth with the... intense... taste of her Dwarf.

Of all the unique flavours that Krvavy’s girl’s have, Inanna’s is... not the best. It isn’t bad by any means, but it also isn’t anything special. Dwarves don’t have much magic in them. They are stunted in that department. Which is only fair, considering how blessed they are in so many other ways~. But, as a result, Inanna has a much more mundane flavour. Ever so slightly salty. A little metallic.

There is a cruel irony to reality in that the girl Krvavy ends up eating out more than the rest doesn’t taste like a sweet or fruity dessert...

Krvavy is spoiled, no doubt about that.

“Mnnnh~...” The grey-skinned Dwarf tightens her grip around this distracted Drakling’s horns, hips rolling forward as she pulls that firmly held head up closer to her core. “Mnnhh~...” A bit more frustration than pleasure can be heard in that hum.

If the barbarian could shake her head, she would. Her mind wandered a bit too far. She has a job to do, one which she should focus on. And focus she shall.

Krvavy’s tongue twitches, continuing on its trailing journey around the edges of Inanna’s neglected pussy, slowly sliding forwards and slowly pulling back. As excruciatingly glacial as its pace is, it is still spiralling inwards, teasing Inanna with the promise of progress... testing the patience of this normally so stoic shortstack.

How much more of a wait can Inanna endure, before she forces Krvavy to pick up the pace~?

The Drakling’s nose grinds into the stiff nub of her Dwarf’s needy clit, her pale lips kissing this shortstack’s swollen slit. Her long and inhuman tongue lovingly laps at a steady stream of slick and salty juices, drinking those deliciously lewd – if mildly metallic – liquids straight from the source. Each heavy breath that the barbarian takes fills her lungs with Inanna’s heady and needy scent.

How much more of a wait can Krvavy herself endure, before she stops holding back~?

Beads of moisture cling to Inanna’s coal-black bush, her stone-grey skin glistening with arousal and sweat alike. “Nnnmh~...” The considerable weight of her heavy breasts begins to press down on the barbarian’s captured head, her thick body bending further forwards and leaning against the sturdy wall in search of even greater support. Strong, black-scaled fingers sink into the firm flesh of her ample ass, kneading and groping and keeping her from pulling back... if she would ever even do as much.

Krvavy’s colossal cock throbs, almost painfully hard as it bobs up and down in the warm air of this workshop. That indignant, angry rod is ignorant of the fact that it is purposefully being ignored, yet still it demands attention. Each twitch and pulse of that prodigious prick sees more and more pre gush from its tip, the whole length of that sizable shaft shimmering and so very slick.

“Ghk~...!” The Drakling jumps, her breath catching in her throat. Her hazy, half-lidded eyes roll back just a bit as her tail, unprompted and on its own volition, spares her swollen shaft from any further suffering... that thick and meaty thing twisting and curling around her cock.

The tapered tip of her Draconic tongue twists and turns. Heat, intense and needy, surrounds that inhuman appendage as it begins to push forwards, just barely entering the Dwarf.

Inanna gasps a soft and happy sound as that slight bit of contact sends a shiver shooting up her short and stubby spine. Her hips buck forward, her plump pussy squishing even further into Krvavy’s face. The twitching little nub of her clit... is crushed against that barbarian’s nose. “Mmnh~!” The shortstack shudders, surprised by that sudden pressure and the pleasure that accompanied it, her thick thighs trembling as she nearly loses her footing... only staying on her feet thanks to those strong hands aggressively molesting her round and irresistible rear.

The Drakling’s tongue advances even further. Its tip delves deeper into Inanna’s constricting cunt. The inhuman bumps that line its length grind and rub against the Dwarf’s most sensitive of spots, in the most pleasurable of ways. It is almost as if this is exactly what her tongue was designed for...

Krvavy’s tail tightens its coiled grip around her shaft, clumsily stroking along her shaft. Up and down, it barely moves... that meaty thing bumping against the ridges of the rigid rod it is wrapped around. Again and again... it squeezes with more strength, clenching and constricting around her cock, before loosening back up, almost letting go of her length... that pattern repeating roughly in time to the bliss that she is lavishing upon her busty shortstack.

Inanna twitches and trembles with each and every movement that her lover’s invading tongue makes. Her breath catches as she stifles her moans. For whatever reason, she seems to be trying her best to be quiet. To avoid making any noises at all.

Which is no fun.

Krvavy loves hearing her girl’s cry out in bliss as she reduces them to nothing more than mewling messes.

So these attempts to remain silent... They are almost an insult. They are a challenge. The barbarian wants to break this calm and collected Dwarf’s composure. She needs to do that. She needs to overwhelm Inanna with ecstasy and euphoria.

And she will.

“Mnnh~!” Inanna shudders as the Drakling’s fingers dig deep into the plush, pliable flesh of her big and beautiful butt. Slowly, she begins to rise up onto the balls of her feet, short legs stretching as much as they possibly can as she is hefted up and up and up by the hands holding onto her ample ass. “Ahhn~!” A quiet gasp forces her mouth open.

Krvavy’s upper lip engulfs the sensitive nub of Inanna’s clit. Her predatory teeth graze against that pleasure button as her inhuman tongue picks up its pace.

“Mnnh~...!” The Dwarf releases her grip on this Drakling’s horns. One arm thuds into the wall as she leans right up against it. And the other quite clearly presses down over her mouth, muffling her pleasured moans.

Krvavy can’t have that. She suckles on her Dwarf’s stubby clit, kissing it as best she can with an open mouth. Her tongue pistons into Inanna’s depths, delving deeper and deeper with each wiggling thrust. It twists and writhes, bending as it bumps against all of the most sensitive spots inside this shortstack, reaching further and further with each passing second.

A few idle thoughts flit through the Drakling’s head, but all are pushed aside as she focuses her attention on the grey-skinned woman standing in her lap and all but sitting on her face.

“Mmnnnh~...!” Inanna quivers and shakes, her stout legs threatening to buckle beneath her weight. Each rough squeeze of the kneading massage assaulting her ass causes her incredibly tight love tunnel to clench around the tongue frantically fucking her. Each nibbling kiss aimed at her twitching little clit causes slick juices to gush free from her flushed fuckhole. Each powerful, pistoning thrust... the tip of that tapered tongue poking and prodding at the entrance to her womb... causes that shortstack to shout into the hand desperately trying to silence those sounds. “Mmmmnghhh~!”

The Dwarf is so close to breaking, to giving in and being utterly overwhelmed by bliss.

But so too is the barbarian in much the same state.

Krvavy’s clumsy tail crushes and caresses her colossal cock, frantically jerking off that ridged rod. Blissful ecstasy fills her very being, building up and up and up like a volcano ready to erupt.

“Mmmhhaaaaah~!” A lewd cry echoes throughout this warm workshop. “UUAAAH~!” Inanna no longer bothers to hide her pleasure, unable to keep her hand in place, dropping it down and sinking its stout fingers into Krvavy’s crimson hair. Slick juices squirt from her slit as she seizes and shakes, her cunt clenching and constricting around the tongue penetrating deep into her pussy, clinging so tightly that even that tapered invader struggles to move, slick as it is with saliva and her salty juices.

The Drakling’s dick throbs as it is pushed to the edge, her hefty sack pulling close to her body. The taste of victory – and her Dwarf’s lewd liquids – melt away the last remnants of her restraint. Both her tail and tongue both continue their increasingly frantic movements, pistoning in and out and up and down in near unison.

Cloudy bliss swirls around Krvavy’s mind. Bolts of lightning pierce through that haze as spurts of thick and sticky seed begin to shoot from her swollen shaft.

Inanna jumps as the first of those hot and gooey ropes splatters into her lower back. “UAAhhh~!” A shouted gasp leaves her lips as a pressure pushes against the entrance to her womb, insistent and aggressive. “HhhhnnghHH~!” Her trimmed nails scratch at the Drakling’s scalp, more and more of her weight coming to rest atop her lover’s head, shoulders, and supporting hands as she seizes and shakes and loses the strength to stand on her own. “HHhhH~!” Creamy cum splatters into the parts of her ass not covered up, some thick dollops scattered across her grey-skinned thighs while yet more paints the small of her back. Each drop that touches her skin sees her shudder and gasp.

Waves of bliss wash over the barbarian, her tensed belly and arched back trembling as the strain of this awkwardly bent position begins to wear on her. Tingling bliss burns through her body. Her throbbing rod pulses with pleasure as the wild jerking of her tail drags out these wonderful sensations, not letting this euphoric experience end sooner than it should.

The seconds melt together, stretching a few precious moments into an eternity.

The once frantic movements of her tongue and tail grow increasingly clumsy and sluggish, easing both Drakling and Dwarf down from their highs and into a more relaxed, leisurely lull.

“Hhaahhhh~...!” Inanna slowly exhales, aftershocks of ecstasy still wracking through her body. “That~...” Her voice is barely more than a weak whisper, breathless and exhausted. “I~... I believe that~... this is enough for me~...”

The busty shortstack pulls back before Krvavy can react, pushing against the hands holding onto her ass as she stumbles back onto the stone floor... quickly steadying herself as she leans quite heavily against her nearest workbench.

“Mmmh~...!” Inanna moans one last time as the Drakling’s long and twisting tongue slips free from her sopping slit. “Mmm...” She closes her hazy copper-orange eyes and takes a deep breath. “You... we... made quite the mess here...”

Krvavy blinks quite a few times, her vision gradually clearing and her mind slowly coming back to its senses. The heady scent of sex, of Inanna’s lewd liquids and her own cum, fill the air. She can hardly smell the smoky and metallic scents that usually fill her Dwarf’s workshop.

Creamy white seed drips down the curve of the shortstack’s thick ass, getting wiped away with a towel before it gets the chance to run down her thighs, the glazing cleaned off that grey-skinned cake...

“Give me... a few seconds...” The barbarian heavily sighs, straightening up and rolling her stiff shoulders. Hunger still fills her eyes, regretful yet understanding of this abrupt end to her pleasure. She wants more, insatiable as she is, but if her Inanna has had enough...

“Need... to catch your breath~?” A faint tinge of amusement underlines the normally neutral Dwarf’s words. Her massive breasts rise and fall as she steadily catches her own breath.

The Drakling twitches, carefully peeling her tensing and trembling tail away from her still mostly stiff shaft, that meaty thing still trying to move on its own to sake her endless lusts. “Considering that I... hahhh... was barely breathing at all with... you on my face...? Yes.”

“Mm. Alright,” Inanna nods, carefully lowering herself down onto a narrow bench of a seat. Her sturdy legs shudder even when not in use, thick thighs squishing together and knees weakly wobbling. “But just a... moment. I expect your help in... in cleaning up this mess before it...” She hesitates slightly, eyeing the splattered ropes of virile seed stretching across the floor, that part of this mess made when she was sitting in her lover’s lap. “Before it becomes more difficult to... do so.”

“Right.” Krvavy doesn’t even try to hide her lecherous gaze, staring straight at her busty shortstack’s prodigious chest. “Will I... get a reward for helping you~?”

“You are insatiable... my Ushumgal.” Inanna plainly points out that obvious fact, a smile playing at her dark-grey lips. “Of course~.”