Lover's Moon

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A mixed-blood ranger takes a tumble with a dwarf lord.
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The life of a ranger is not without peril. There are hazards in the wilderness so vicious and so vile that even a dwarf lord would tremble at the thought. And danger does not always lurk in the forests and inlets of the wild. Sometimes the threat comes from within, from those who should have your back, from those you trust. For a ranger, risk is an inherent component of any endeavor, but those involving family are perhaps the most perilous of all.

It was because of family that I found myself, on the evening of the Lover's Moon*, looking for a dwarf. Not just any dwarf, mind you, but a dwarf of the Baradur clan and a perilous undertaking, for sure. Clan Baradur was not known for their hospitality toward any outside their kin. They fought with the other clans over territory, jewels and gold. Humans and elves were killed for sport. As a mixture of both, I had double jeopardy. My only reprieve was my gender. As a female, I would be spared certain death, though rape and rapine were definite possibilities.

I had no choice. Ursun Bgrin was my quarry. The fifth son of Malin Bgrin, chieftain of the Baradur clan, Ursun held a special place in his father's house, as the number five held ritual significance. He also held a special map outlining the Hidden Caves of Tarnic. I needed that map, needed it badly, in order to earn a place with my mother's kin. I intended to gain it by any means available.

It was no secret where Ursun was. He liked whores. Whores were found in abundance in brothels, especially near the docks. There were no docks or piers in the mountains and foothills of his homeland, the Immdal Range, but there were docks aplenty in the neighboring province of Cassay. In Cassay, there were "hole-houses" for every taste and means imaginable. I had tracked Ursun to the Gilded Lily, a small but lively establishment catering to the short in stature.

My hopes for gaining the map rested solely on my knowledge of dwarven males and their appetites. Whether food, drink or sex, a male dwarf in his prime does not stop imbibing until his gluttonous desire is whetted. I had prayed for the blessing of Qura that Ursun would remain in the throes of sexual bliss while I pilfered my treasure. He would be twelve orgasms in the wind before he realized his map was missing.

Scaling an outer wall is nothing if you have skill. If you have skill and the abilities of your mother's elven folk, it is less than nothing. I slipped through a window on the third floor without the whisper of a sound. The energetic couple on the bed looked up with fear in their eyes. The male was not Ursun, thank Qura! A quick pass of my hand and the gentle murmur of a sleep spell soon had them dropping into slumber. I slid into the hallway, pausing at each doorway, listening for the tell-tale boom of Ursun's deep bass voice.

As blessing would have it, I heard him two doors down from my entry, and by the sound of it, he was just getting started. The thump-thump-thump of the bed posts hitting the wall coincided with the swish-creak-swish of the mattress and the breathless whoosh of the lass he was in. All the while, he was telling her what a fine piece of ass she had.

I stood with one hand on the door knob, gathering all of my forces around me. I could feel the prick of magic swirling, mixing and melding, and see the faint aura of power forming along my skin. A quick glance down the hallway assured me that I was alone. Slipping out of my clothing, I left it in a pile as I chanted the words of concealment. I wasn't worried about nakedness. The magic would cloak me as invisible. I opened the door ever so slightly and slithered in.

The room was dark; lit only by a scrappy fire in the grate. Dancing shadows played daringly along the bronzed skin of the couple on the bed. The female was a hefty wench, a dwarf maid with tangled reddish curls and hairy armpits. She had large, globular breasts that bounced with each thrust of her lover. Thick hands and feet clutched at him, slipping then grasping with each movement. A slack-faced jowl and eyes squinted tightly shut, she was no beauty to my eyes. Her body was covered by fine fuzz. It caught the firelight and limned her chunky form with an orangey halo. I thought of my own smooth and hairless skin, and was thankful for my elven blood. My gaze slid to her lover.

Though a dwarf, and a male at that, Ursun was a handsome creature. Just barely out of his youth, he had not gone to fat, as so many of his kind did. He was tall for dwarf, yet shorter than me, well-muscled and brawny. All of that muscle and brawn was currently pumping with vigorous efficiency into the whore beneath him. His hair was waist-length, in the dwarfish fashion, well braided and marking him as a warrior. Dark gold and abundant, it shimmered and shifted like a golden cloak around the heaving couple. Sigil cuffs of diamonite bound his upper arms and cords of mithral wrapped each wrist. A fifth son, indeed.

Both were totally absorbed in their kruk-fest. Lover's Moon was full upon us, weaving its enchantment of lust and love. I watched, caught in a spell of voyeurism and need. It had been far too long since I'd taken a lover. Survival had been my grandest game and love play left for those with less to lose. Yet watching the straining pair, I had flashes of yearning and stirrings of hunger.

I tore myself away from my voyeuristic feast and proceeded to ignore them. I was not there to watch, but to take. I moved silently to the other side of the room and began to go through the discarded clothing on the floor as the couple moaned and thrashed above me. Their shadows warred across the walls, appearing as magical beasts of tales oft told; a fight to the "little death", with only one victor remaining.

I would be lying if I said it didn't affect me. On the contrary, the sounds of their enthusiasm and the scent of their coupling sent my body into heat. My nipples tightened to points and hurt with an ache that set my teeth on edge. My belly clenched and flared, sending frissons of hot flame between my legs and causing my cuny to run sweet liquid. The scent of spices sparkled through the air. It could be my bane. As I knelt on the floor, I prayed again to Qura that I would find the map quickly, for a dwarf has a sense of smell as acute as any elf's. The longer I was in the room and oozing fluid like a Rohirrim brood mare, the greater my chances of getting caught. I studiously avoided looking up and concentrated on the task at hand.

After what seemed like hours, but was in fact mere seconds, my fingers caught the edge of the map in the inner pocket of Ursun's vestil. I drew it forth carefully, making sure I didn't let a crinkle of sound escape. All was well. The blessing of Qura was still upon me. The map slid out with the barest of whispers as the timbre of the lovers changed. It seemed orgasm for one or both was imminent. I sent up twin prayers of thankfulness and need. Now was the tricky part, for while I was invisible, the map certainly wasn't. It would surely alarm Ursun to see his treasure floating through the room. If he was in the throes of climax, perhaps I could escape without notice. That was the plan, anyway.

I rolled the map into the smallest cylinder possible, working quickly while listening for any change in tempo from above. The wench was screaming loudly, so I had no fear of Ursun hearing me. Her caterwauling in his ear would likely leave him deaf. I began to rise slowly, casting a final gaze toward the thrusting couple. To my astonishment, the whore was alone in the bed, staring at the floating cylinder in my hand and screaming like a banshee.

"You low-life elven bitch..." Words were growled in my ear even as a rough hand clamped on my wrist and yanked me violently upward. I cried out, watching the magic shimmer away, leaving me exposed in my crime. Ursun also began to appear. It seemed I was not the only one with an enchantment for invisibility. He must have startled the wench when he shifted. Her screaming, which I took for release, was in fright over her lover's sudden disappearance and the sight of a small scroll hovering in the air. Who could blame her? She was cowering under the covers, watching with wide eyes and an even wider mouth as her now visible patron held a naked mixed-breed female in his dragon's claw grip.

"You're hurting me!" I hissed, trying to pull my wrist from his grasp. The action only caused him to grab me tighter. My nipples flared in response. His eyes skimmed my body from bottom to top, lingering on the smooth lips of my cuny and the rounded swell of my breasts. His full mouth tightened.

"That is the least of your worries, kruk-tease." He plucked the scroll from my fingers. "And what have we here? A map? MY MAP!" Ursun's eyes blazed with fury and for the first time, I was frightened.

I couldn't show it, though. "Let go of me, you orc-fucker!" I turned to the whore. "Run for help. Tell your mistress that Lisse, the daughter of the Lady Amaril is in trouble. Tell her that a rogue dwarf ..." A rough hand clamped over my mouth before I could finish. Ursun gave his own instructions to the dwarf maid.

"Leave us," he ordered roughly. The wench nodded, obeying with alacrity as she scurried across the mattress. She paused only to gather her clothing as she hurried out the door.

"I would hate to own your fate when she sends the guards to arrest you. I will see that they turn you over to my people. Do you know what happens to dwarves who molest a female? You will be taken before the elders and tied to the Tree of Calling. All manner of magics will pierce your stunted soul before you die. You will beg for mercy before the gates of your gods."

"And do you know what my people do to thieves? Elven thieves, at that?" Ursun's questions sent chills down my spine, for I did know and I feared. "But not before I deal with you first."

"What do you mean?" I could barely speak; my throat was as tight and achy as my cuny. Dread and yearning warred between my thighs for dominance. I had not entirely forgotten the scent and sound of his sex play.

"It is the night of the Lover's Moon, elf-bitch, and you interrupted my sport. I think you owe me a long night's kruking." His eyes raked my body in another hot stare. "I've never had a she-elf before. I think it's time."

I shivered under all that heat. His large cock was thick and straining and having a definite effect on me. "I would rather die!"

"The thought is tempting, but I think I would rather take you warm and wiggling." He jerked me forward, toward the rumpled deliciousness of the bed. With little effort, he rolled me onto my back, nudging a stern knee between my thighs as I scrambled to hold myself back. It was a futile effort. I had always heard of the strength of the dwarves, but now I was experiencing it first-hand. He had the advantage, in spite of my height and agility.

"My people will kill you for this," I hissed between clenched teeth, still fighting and squirming to get away.

"Enough!" Ursun grabbed my other wrist as I tried to claw him. He held both hands easily over my head. "I tire of your silly threats. We both know you are the one who will die. But not before I taste what you so generously offered."

"Offered! How...do...you... get... that?" I heaved and twisted in a motion that almost freed me from under his body, but not from his grasp. He yanked my arms so brutally, tears pooled in my eyes, even as he plowed his other knee between my legs and spread them.

"Easy, elf-bitch. When a female of any race comes naked into a male's room, especially on Lover's Moon, it is an invitation most enticingly given. I accept. It remains to be seen if I thank you. Much depends on the quality of your work." He lowered his head into my neck and began to bite the tender flesh, none too gently.

It should have hurt, but instead shocks of heat raced through my limbs, my head and my belly. The warmth surged into my cuny and I cried out in frustration. I did not want to feel this deep hunger, especially not for the fifth son of a dwarf lord.

His chest was lightly furred with dark golden hair and it rubbed delightfully against the smooth silk of my hairless skin. My breasts were hard as rocks, the soft mounds toughened by desire. Each movement of his body tempted and teased my nipples, rocking me harder and tighter toward orgasm. I stopped twisting, as it was only adding to the sensation tautly building within. Then, without warning, he nipped each pointed tip, causing my body to buck up and release in a rush of orgasmic delight. I heard myself squeal from a distance.

When I regained my breath and could focus again, I could see him grinning slyly. "Ah, elf-bitches have feeling in their paps. Enough to make them come, I see."

"You couldn't make an orc come to dine on a hobbit," I spewed the mockery at him, knowing I was lying through my teeth.

"My, my. The elf-bitch truly is a bitch." He shook his head sadly. The firelight caught the glints in his deep gold hair and shimmered along his warrior braids. Up close, he was even more handsome, though not beautiful as my mother's kin. His eyes were an unusual shade of blue, like the color of the sky on a clear, spring morn. Amazing. But his mouth... sweet Qura! His mouth was a sexy pout in the midst of all that hair.

I had never been this close to a dwarf before and so had never noticed the tiny braiding in their mustaches and beards. I concentrated on the intricate plaits in order to keep from losing myself completely to the lust welling up within. He lowered that sexy mouth. His tongue surged between my lips, but my teeth and my eyes tightly shut.

He growled like a warg and shook his shaggy head. "Look at me, whore. In the eyes. Call me your lord and master." I stubbornly kept my eyes closed and silently dared him to do something about it. He growled again. I gave my wrists another wrench in answer. This time he laughed aloud as he slid up my body. "You don't give up, do you, elf-bitch?"

"This elf-bitch has a name." I did manage to whisper something before he captured my mouth in a devastating kiss. I had never been kissed like that before, a total ravaging of my lips, teeth, tongue and cavity. He plundered and played, stroking my mouth in a rhythm that mimicked his plunging motions on the whore. It brought to my mind the sounds she made as he rocked her and suddenly, I wanted him to rock me, too. But, I couldn't stand it. I hated myself for my unrelenting craving to be filled. Yet, it got worse...much worse.

"I know your name... Lisse," he murmured in his deep growl. I had never heard any male say my name in a way that made me quiver inside. I moaned and lifted my mouth for another kiss before coming to my senses.

"And I know yours...Asshole."

Another soft chuckle warmed my neck. "That's where I am going to kruk you, Lisse, if you won't be still. And you'll have to ride all the way to the Immdal Range with a bleeding ass. Painful way to travel, lass."

I started to make a sharp retort, but was suddenly stopped.

He pierced me in two places. His tongue entered my mouth as his large cock entered my cuny. A hard thrust and his cock-head spread my pussy lips wide. "Balin's balls!" He groaned against my mouth, "I don't want to hurt you."

I wanted to remind him he'd intended on hurting me just a few minutes before, but he felt so good I couldn't speak. He took that as encouragement. He pushed a little harder and stretched me a little more. "By the gods, I should stop." His words were strained and I could feel his hard body begin to tremble with the effort of control.

"No, no, no, it feels so good, so very good." I was panting by this time. I wanted him... all... the... way... in...me. The whore, the map, the need to get to the Hidden Caves... all faded into insignificance beside the necessity to feel what this rock hard dwarf male could give.

I arched up to meet him, angling my body to promote easy access. My long lean legs locked around his waist and I pushed, really pushed, and rejoiced at the pulsing pain. My cuny was about to split wide open, but I didn't care. Length, not girth, was what I was used to. This male had both. It hurt so good.

"Gods, wench! Are all she-elves this tight?" He grunted with the struggle to insert his big cock into my little cavity. Another powerful thrust and he was halfway there.

"I don't know," I answered, just barely able to breathe. "I haven't fucked one."

"I haven't either," he muttered while spearing me further. I sucked wind as searing pain sent me spiraling toward another orgasm. This was new territory, pain as pleasure. "Not sure I will get my dick out of this one to do it again."

"Ah.... Ah...." I had lost the ability to articulate with anything resembling coherent speech. He wasn't much better. Another deep spike of his lance and he was well seated in my snug hole. And he wasn't saying anything either, just breathing heavily as my body adjusted to his girth. His eyes captured mine with their wide gaze. I couldn't look away as each and every emotion filtered through them: lust, longing and something else, something I couldn't quite define.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he released his iron-clad grip on my wrists. I breathed deeply, appreciatively. His tension eased, too. He began to move, gently at first, then with more force. I needed it so badly, the taut, stretched feeling of my cuny, the powerful jab of his thick, hot organ, the tingling of my sensitive nipples against his broad, hairy chest. Who would have known a dwarf could be so sexy and fulfilling?

I reached up to stroke his brow... and uttered the spell of slumber as I touched him on the temple. He slumped heavily down on my slender frame and I gave a hearty, "Oomph!" in response. His male appendage was still swollen and hard as fine iron. I was sorely tempted to ride him and gain the release I so desperately needed. "Business before pleasure," I murmured darkly, pushing against his weighty body.

The map had fallen to the floor on the hearth by the dying embers of the fire. I reached for it, remade the scroll and tucked it under my arm. A quick scouting of the room gave evidence to a singular outfit of clothing for Ursun and nothing more. I laughed softly. He would have more than elf pussy to remember of this Lover's Moon. I rolled his clothing into a ball and glanced toward the bed as a loud snort issued forth from Ursun. He slept as soundly as a baby... dragon. My smile was bittersweet. He would have been an awesome lay.

I stood for a moment by the bed, gazing down at Malin Bgrin's fifth son. I had much to thank him for: the map and hopefully getting back into the good graces of my mother's people were not the least of it. I also had clothing to pass along to an urchin.

Ursun had changed forever the way I would think of dwarven males in their prime... and their lovemaking skills. He was not the only one who would remember this Lover's Moon for quite some time.

My clothing lay just where I left it. I quickly slipped it on, taking care to place the map in a secret place. The sound of sleeping dwarf lightly rattled the door to his room and I smiled to myself, knowing Ursun Bgrin would be out until dawn's first rays split the eastern sky. I could tarry no longer. It was a long night's ride to the place of my birth and the night was swiftly fleeing. A Lover's Moon waits for no one.

*

*Lover's Moon is synonymous with Valentine's Day

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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
Love this... more please!

Nice story. Would love to see more sparks fly between the characters.

analynanalynabout 12 years agoAuthor
Eroticism... I know how to spell that...*blush*

Wish there was an edit button.... printed my comment and immediately saw that the 'i' wasn't there... :-). Also, I didn't have a proof-reader. Should have. After submitting, I saw ALLLLLLL of my mistakes!!!

analynanalynabout 12 years agoAuthor
High Fantasy and Eroticsm

I find dwarves are left out of most erotic fiction and wondered if I could make a good story using the son of a dwarf lord and an half-elven ranger female. This started as the Valentine Challenge, but I didn't get it submitted in time. Enjoy!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago

awesome story. more please!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago

Please continue I want to know if they will meet up again. Great story!

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