Terrible Company - Chapter 14 - Part 2

Chapter 14 - Part 2

"Aaaand that's five," the serving girl said, dropping the last chair with a huff.  Her cheeks were flush, and perspiration dotted her brow.  "Are... are the others coming back?"

Mathilda and Ayen looked at each other and shrugged.  

"Probably?" the thief said.

"Eventually?" Mathilda added.

"Oh.  Good.  Ok.  Let me..."  She put one hand on the back of the nearest chair and pressed the other hand to her chest.  "Those are heavy."  After a few more breaths, her smile brightened.  "Can I get you two something to drink?"

"Ale?" they both said, more-or-less in unison.

"Great.  Ok.  I'll be right back."  The woman disappeared into the back with a smile painted on her face.

"Do you think they're gonna be back soon?"

"Don' know," Mathilda said, "don' care."

Ayen looked toward the back of the building, eyes unfocused, and frowned.  "Where did we get all those horses from?"

Mathilda stared at him blankly.  "Ah... Ah was asleep fer days.  Ah have no idea."

"What about the cart?"

The healer just shrugged.  "Ah woke'p innit.  'At's all Ah know."

"Where are we getting all this money?  I mean, we are categorically not good at what we do."

"Ah can 'eal anythin'," she said, dangerously.

"Except hands."

"Are ye ever gonna le' tha' go?"

Ayen held up his right hand, and pointed at his wrist.  "I'm telling you.  It's never been the same."

"I' was yer left 'and," she replied, scowling fiercely.

Ayen looked at his two hands and blinked.  "That's beside the point.  I'm not talking about us individually.  I just meant that we're bad as a group."

The dwarf kept her brow furrowed, but some of the anger melted away.  "Ivy's been doin' a fine job 'o budgetin'.  'at's all."

"Take... take a moment... to consider the words that just came out of your mouth."

Mathilda did just that.  And then frowned.

"I mean, sometimes we just have horses.  They're suddenly there, for us, and then other times they're gone and we're walking around on foot.  I have no idea when or how that happens.  Horses are not cheap."

"Ah always though' she was buyin' an' sellin' 'em.  Ya'know, low'n'high fer profi'."

"Something is off about it.  Remind me to ask the others later."

Mathilda nodded.  It had been on her mind to ask the same, but reliving her time with Breta had been a more engrossing distraction than she'd expected.  No one had been more surprised that she volunteered to help scout earlier that morning than she herself, but doing so had allowed her to get to two really juicy encounters that Ayen had clearly enjoyed.

"Whoa," Ayen said, craning his neck.

Mathilda scoffed as she sat up straighter, and was surprised when she saw not a woman but a man.  He was tall, of a similar height with the half-elf, but broader across the chest.  He had blonde hair, though the scruff on his jaw was a darker brown.  He had a lovely backside, accentuated by his stride, and Mathilda found herself whistling softly.

"What?"

"Wha'?"

"Why did you whistle?" Ayen laughed.

" 'at's a fine lookin' man."

"And?"

"An' wha'?"

"There's got to be more to it than that."

"Why's there gotta be more?"

"Aren't you, like, all the way gay."

"Ah am no'!"

"Really?" he asked, incredulously.

"What'd make ye think tha'?"

Ayen blinked at her.  "I don't know.  Like... all of the evidence?"

"Evidence schmevidence.  Ah'm no'."

"I would have sworn-"

"Ye never asked!"

"I wasn't all that invested either way before just now," he said with a shrug.

"Well now ye know."

The half-elf sat up a little straighter.  "No.  I don't buy it."

"Wha's not ta buy?"

"You and a dude.  I don't buy it."

Mathilda glared at the thief for a several seconds.  Under different circumstances, she'd have kept staring at him, but it was hard not to see that fine piece of human male in the corner of her eye as he walked further down the street.  "Dwarves'r immune t'reverse psychology, ye know."

"I have no doubt," Ayen said, with just the barest hint of a smile.  "You won't though."

"Won' wha'?"

"Go after him."

"A'course Ah won'.  Ah'm no' despera'."

"Good," he said with a flourish.  "Because I am."

"Wot?"

Ayen slid out of his chair and strode out into the street.  

The dwarf watched him go, barely keeping her fury and jealousy in check.  It was the bounce in his step that finally pushed her over the edge.

"The 'ell with this," she grunted, as she jumped out of her chair.  "Ah'm no' lettin' 'im win again."

---

Minutes later, the serving girl came back smiling ear-to-ear with a large, frothing ale in each hand.  When she rounded the corner and saw that the table was now empty she screamed, threw both mugs to the ground, and wept that this was her life.

---

Uli sat down at his kitchen table and frowned at the goosemelon before him.  It mocked him.  At a mere two pounds, it was nowhere near worth the eight copper pieces he'd paid for it, but the clerk had seen him flinch and that was the end of that.  Every vendor in town had him pegged, and it was getting worse.  Whenever he thought about moving, trying to find someplace new where everyone didn't already know him, he despaired even worse.

"New town won't make me less of a pushover," he mumbled dourly.  "I bet it would even be worse.  I bet they wouldn't even wait for me to come to them.  They'd just come right into my house and tell me-"

"- ta get fucked," an angry little dwarf snarled over her shoulder as she burst through the door.

"What are you even gonna do?" another man asked, following right behind her.  He shut the door and gave her a disbelieving arch of his brow.

"Um, excuse me, but I'm-"

The dwarf gave the half-elf a triumphant smile as she pulled down on the neck of her sleeveless sweater with one hand, and with the other hand grabbed the back of Uli's head and pulled him face first into her cleavage.  

His hands moved in the air as if treading water, trying to convey his discomfort without grabbing hold of her breasts.  Uli was nothing if not respectful.  He tried holding his breath, to keep his lips or tongue from touching her skin in an inappropriate manner, but he had not been expecting to need to hold his breath and quickly ran short of air.

"There," the dwarf crowed.  "See?  'e likes i'.  Ah told ye 'e was a breas' man."

"He is clearly suffocating."

"No he isn'."  The dwarf gripped Uli's hair tightly and lifted his head.  "Are ye?"

"They're... quite,"  Uli panted, "...lovely."

"Told ye," the dwarf said, pulling him back between her fleshy pillows.  " 'e'd be lucky t'choke down there."

Uli tried to make a sound that reaffirmed how lucky he would be if that was how he were to shuffle off this mortal coil, but it ended up just sounding muffled and muted.  Sensing this, he gave her breasts two thumbs up.

"See?"

"Well of course he does!  They're very nice!"

The dwarf grumbled, a sound that reverberated in her lungs and emanated outward through the breast flesh around Uli's ears.  She pushed him back into his chair, still without breaking the angry staring contest she was having with the half-elf, pulled up on her top, and fed her wide, dark areola into his gasping mouth.  She had to pull down on his head, just a little, to get it lined up just right.

Uli looked up, getting his first good look at either of them.  The dwarf had a lovely heart-shaped face, jet black hair, and a scowl that nearly negated all of her pretty features.

"What are you doing?" the half-elf asked.

"Ye may no' know this," she said frustratedly, "bu' women require a cer'ain amoun' o' stimulation t'ge' we'.  It don' 'appen automatic."  She turned a sour eye toward Uli and grumbled.  "No need t'be dainty.  Yer no' gonna break i'."

"Mmm-hmm," Uli mumbled.  His nervous tongue flicked at the tip of her nipple.

"Oh fer fucks sakes," she groaned, pulling her breast back and adjusting her grip on it to lift it up toward her own mouth.  "See if 'e's any be'er at suckin' dicks."

The lanky half-elf rolled his eyes as he unfolded his arms.   "All work and no play makes Mathilda a boring girl."

"Oh shut i'," she grumbled, She wrapped her lips around her own nipple and sucked powerfully, causing high pitched squeaks whenever air found a miniscule path through into her mouth.  

Uli could not figure out where he was supposed to be looking, or what he was allowed to be looking at.  He certainly enjoyed watching the dwarf pleasure herself, but her near-permanent angry-face almost made him want to leave the room entirely.  When the half-elf moved to kneel between his legs, though, Uli froze completely in his chair.

"She's not the only one who needs attention, right?"  The half-elf's fingers deftly untied his cord belt and unfastened Uli's pants.  

Uli's jaw quivered as he met the half-elf's eyes.

"You're not a machine, are you?"

"N-no," Uli stammered.  His eyes bulged as the half-elf hooked curled fingers into his pants, and drew out his soft member.

"I've always liked seeing a cock like this for the first time.  It's like opening a present.  How lovely is it going to be?"

All of the air in his lungs raced out of him as muscles in his stomach and chest clenched with frightful intensity.  The half-elf looked up at him, lips pressed to his own groin, and Uli's mouth worked soundlessly.  No one had ever gone down on him before.  Nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to him before.  His entire cock was inside of someone else, for the first time in his life.  Waves of suction alternated with pressure from a warm and skilled tongue, and he whined as he felt his shaft filling inside of an unfamiliar mouth.

"By Rhogan," Mathilda whispered hoarsely, as she looked on.

Uli stared down, enraptured.  The half-elf was beautiful in a masculine way.  Not effeminate or girly, but also not quite rugged.  There was a kind of symmetrical elegance to his features that was both enchanting and attractive.  Uli's fingers twitched as he gripped the back of his armless chair.

After a minute, the half-elf began bobbing his head slowly.  His eyes remained up on Uli's, focused and intent, but an inch or more of the root of his thickened, spit-slick cock slid out.  Uli's knuckles went white as he braced himself, eyes half-closed, and the half-elf backed off with a wet pop.

"Mmmm," the half-elf said, wrapping his slender fingers around Uli's cock.  "This will do nicely."

"S'no' bad," the dwarf added, tilting her head.

"Not bad?"  The half-elf scoffed.  "He's not even all the way hard, and I'm just getting my thumb around here."

"Th-thank you," Uli said, stuttering slightly.  He'd never really known what to think of his penis.

"No," the half-elf said with a smirk.  "Thank you."

Uli blushed considerably.

"Alrigh'," the dwarf barked.  "Le's ge' on with i'.  Is 'e 'ard enough?"

"I don't know.  Are you wet enough?"

She rolled her eyes and pointed.  "On the table."

Uli stood slowly as he struggled to process the surreal circumstances.  She hustled past him with an exhausted groan to move the goosemelon he'd so recently purchased and set it on a counter while Uli sat down on the edge of the table.

"On yer back, ye nitw-"

"Tilly," the half-elf said, with an arched eyebrow.

"Ah told ye no' ta call me tha'."

"Be nice."

The dwarf climbed onto one of the chairs as a middle step before climbing up onto the table.  The aged wood groaned under their combined weight, but Uli's grandfather had built that table to last and groaning was the worst it would do.  Uli swallowed hard as she stripped off her wool top and the accompanying undershirt, as towering as a dwarf can ever really be, and worked at the buttons of her leggings.

"Yeah, alrigh'," the dwarf said, looking down at him as she stepped out of her leggings.  "Now tha' Ah'm closer to i', 'e's a decent size."

Uli's eyes bulged at the sight of the dwarf's braided pubic hair, each intricate twine held in place with a tiny blue bow at the end.  Of course he'd heard watercooler stories of the prowess of dwarven women, but it wasn't until he saw her standing over him, and then straddling him, that he really began to process what was about to happen to him.  What he was about to experience.

"There we are," she grunted while squatting.  She planted one hand in front of her for balance, breasts coming down from her chest like teardrops, and reached around the outside of her thigh with the other arm to grab hold of his cock and steer the tip.  "There we are.  There we aaaaaaaare.  Ooooh."

"Oh my Gods," Uli moaned, staring down.  The dwarf brought down one knee, winced, and then shifted forward to get both knees down to the outsides of his hips.  "Oh my Gods."

"Oh yer righ'," the Dwarf groaned.  "Tha' is nice righ' there."

"Told you," the half-elf replied.

The dwarf cooed and licked her lips as she wiggled her hips back and forth.  Each little motion to the side brought him further inside of her, and Uli's jaw slackened proportionately.  Out of sight of the dwarf, the half-elf crossed his arms and leaned back with an admiring smile.

"Thunderbottom indeed," he murmured.

The dwarf sat upright, clenching tightly around Uli's shaft as she stared angrily over her shoulder.  Her breasts, not much bigger than his palms but large in the context of her dwarven torso, displayed an amazing amount of elasticity as they moved and bounced into place.  Then she clamored to her feet again, turned quickly around in a squat, and lowered herself onto his cock again with her backside facing toward him.  Uli stared long and hard at the very pink hole staring back at him.

"Stay pu'," she snarled, pointing to the ground at the half-elf's feet.

 As a response the half-elf held up both hands defensively and nodded, and with no more pre-amble than that, the dwarf began fucking him.

It wasn't so much of a grind or a bounce, or even a thrust.  From his perspective, it didn't even seem like the dwarf was moving her legs or torso all that much, but the flesh of her backside rose into the air and came down against his groin with such fury and power that Uli felt his breath leaving him post haste.  It was like an anvil dropping, and after the third such drop, Uli's eyes were crossing.

"It's not a pogo stick," the half-elf said.

"Oh shu' i'."

"The sensations are in his cockhead, not on his groin.  Stop pounding him like that."

"Please-" Uli groaned, but the dwarf turned around with a fire in her eyes.

"Nobody asked you," she snapped.  Then she turned back to the half-elf and planted her hands on Uli's knees.

"Oh," Uli groaned, as he felt a vice clamp down on his cock.  "Oh... oh."  Her little toes curled into the balls of her feet, and Uli's cheeks filled with color.

"Be careful," the half-elf said.  "I think you're about to pop him."

"Oh Ah know i'," she replied confidently.  

Uli yelped at a particularly tight squeeze, and the dwarf chuckled.

"Are you gonna get off him?"

"Why?"

"Please," Uli squeaked, but the vice became ever tighter.

"You know," the half-elf said, tilting his head back and forth.  "So he doesn't cum inside you."

"Oh Ah don' 'ave t'worry abou' tha'," she laughed.  Then she brought one hand up and patted the underside of her tummy.  "Rhogan's watchin' out t'make sure Ah don' get laid up.  Wha' good am Ah t'im if Ah'm all bedridden an' tired?"

"Please!"

The half-elf's smile got just a bit wider as he slid into the chair in front of her.  "He protects you like that?"

"Oh yeah, Ah-"

"AHHHH," Uli cried, his shoulders and upper back curling away from the table as he orgasmed hard.  His shaft throbbed inside, and it wasn't until the dwarf looked back over her shoulder with a wicked smile that she dialed back on the pressure on his shaft.

"Oooh," the dwarf mewled, rolling her hips side to side.  The rounded expanses of pale flesh moved hypnotically, and Uli collapsed back down to the table with a gasp.  " 'e cums a lo'."

The half-elf sat back in his chair with a dissatisfied harrumph.

"I's jus' pourin' ou'a me."

"You did that on purpose," the half-elf said flatly.

"Did wha'?"

"Used him up."

The dwarf looked back over her shoulder again and shook her head.  " 'e's no' done."  She leaned back, shoulders sliding behind her hips, and planted one arm behind herself.  

Despite his blurry vision and post-orgasmic difficulty with prolonged attention, Uli found himself staring in awe at the musculature of her back.  The planes and angles around her shoulders and shoulder blades.  Either the dwarf was a rare specimen or Uli was going to need to find himself another dwarf of his own, because everything about her was dazzling him.

The dwarf licked her two middle fingers and inserted them alongside Uli's cock.  Uli's eyes bulged as he felt her fingering herself, while he was still inside of her, and the dwarf let out a gravelly moan of her own that matched the pulsing of the velvet walls around him.

"You have a g-spot?" the half-elf said hungrily.

"I's jus' the backside 'o the cli'," she moaned.  "We all go' one.  Bu' yeah.  Mine is sens'tive."  After another minute of swirling her fingers between his softening shaft and her pink sleeve, she added, "Tha' outta do i'."

"Do what?"

The dwarf smiled as she pulled out her fingers.  "Take off 'is pants."

Uli was still in a near-catatonic haze, and did not fight it when the half-elf removed his boots and slid off his pants.  Nor did he fight it when his legs, hanging off the edge of the table, were parted and widened.

" 'ere we go," the dwarf said.  She leaned forward, brought her two wet fingers down to his anus, and penetrated him quickly.  Uli bucked mindlessly, body reacting much faster than his mind could manage under the circumstances, but the dense little dwarf on top of him kept his middle in place.  

Uli's eyes rolled back behind the lids and his jaw went slack as she worked his prostate masterfully, applying delicate massage and swirling pressure.  " 'at's i'."

"Whoa," the Half-Elf said distractedly.

"Aye."

"Whoa."

"Ye can do i'," she groaned, pressing more firmly by such a minute fraction that Uli could not qualify but still knew intuitively.  "Jus' a li'le 'arder."  She gave an experimental squeeze with her core muscles, and Uli bucked again.  "There."

The dwarf leaned to one side to get her foot under her, and then stood up.  Thick cream frosting decorated her outer lips and the roots of her braids.  Uli had so much difficulty looking away from the magnificent confluence of the dwarf's thighs, buttocks, pubic hair, and lips, that he swore they must generate a kind of gravity all their own.  

The dwarf took two steps back, coming to a stop above his head, and knelt down above him. "Yer turn."

Her fingers were in his hair, nails running lightly along his scalp in such a manner as to cause his skin to dance and sing.  At movement below he looked down, but was distracted by the sheer volume of thick, white fluid coating his shaft.  It clung to the top of his cockhead, and ran in sheets down the sides.  An even larger collection sat around the base, with a few bubbles interspersed throughout.  It almost escaped his notice how hard he still was, or how unusual that was for him.

"I guess this will do," the half-elf said impishly, as he ran his fingers along Uli's shaft.  Uli was gobsmacked at how much swiped away, clinging to the half-elf's fingers, and then was flat-out stunned when he saw how large the half-elf was.

It wasn't that the half-elf's cock was much thicker, if at all, than himself.  The shafts were close enough together that he could see they were similar, but the length of it was daunting.  His mind raced trying to imagine where inside of his body there was room to fit such a monster.

The half-elf smirked as he spread the heavy fluid around his head and went back for another dollop.  "Better safe than sorry," he quipped.

"Merciful Zeus," the dwarf said, staring in wide-eyed awe.  " 'at's no' a cock.  'at's a lance."

The half-elf smiled smugly, and stepped in closer between Uli's legs.  One hand at the root of his own shaft, he smeared it along the side of Uli's still-stiff prick, gathering another hefty crop of cream.  Uli whimpered, trying to echo the dwarf's sentiment, but nothing came out as fear gripped and silenced his vocal chords.

"Now," the half-elf said calmly, "you're going to feel a little pinch."

Uli's eyes grew large as the feeling of pressure at his virgin hole grew and grew.  At first it seemed like no amount of pushing was going to make his ass, which had never seen even a finger before the dwarf, accommodate such a prized example of man flesh, but with every second the inevitable became more and more clear to him.

The swollen head penetrated him, and it felt good.  It felt really good.

"Look't tha'," the dwarf said, brushing her hands gently along Uli's cheek.  "Look't 'im jus' slide righ' into' ye."

Despite the cooing, almost-envious tone of the dwarf, as she described him being taken, Uli could not bring himself to look.  Just being present with those sensations was almost too much.  The swell and the ache in his hips.  The sense of something building.  Gathering.  Rising.  The sweet agony of friction and pressure.

Uli's eyes rolled back and he bit his lip.  His legs twitched and flexed, his torso squirmed, and his hands found the edges of the table.  Knuckles white.  It was magnificent.  Every part of it.  Every part of the feeling of it.  Every part of taking a cock deep inside of himself.  Slowly deeper.  Almost unbelievably deeper, except that he'd seen how long it was.

The half-elf's hips came to rest against the back of his thighs, and Uli gasped.  He'd taken his first cock.  At no point in his life had this even been on his radar, and yet there he was trembling with the thought that it wasn't over yet.  Giddy with the idea that there would be more.

" 'at's beau'iful," the dwarf whispered hoarsely.  "Jus' beau'iful."

"What is?"  The half-elf's voice was strained ever so slightly.

"Tha whole of't," she said.  "Ah mean, there's somethin' lovely abou' a man on'is back, with 'is balls restin' around'is cock like tha'.  The way they move slowly when ye thrust.  'S jus' beautiful."

"I know what you mean," the half-elf said.

"An' then, on top 'o tha', yer balls are jus'..."

The half-elf pulled back slowly, and the dwarf grunted in approval.

"Balls 're underappreciated, as far as Ah'm concerned.  They're jus' as good as tits."

"I've been saying that for years!"

"Ye 'ave no'."  Half disbelief, half denial.

The half-elf nodded, grit his teeth, and pushed in a second time.  Uli let out a low, warbling moan.  As the sharp sting of being stretched faded, that left his nerves more able to take in the feeling of the half-elf's cock.  Thick and intensely hard.  The veins.  The layer of soft skin that stretched and moved on top.  The pronounced shape of the flared cockhead.

Uli was only slightly aware of the dwarf as she lifted his head and scooted forward until his head came to rest against her thighs.  In the technical sense, he had a better view of being fucked that way and was thankful for it, but no part of his eyes or mind was capable of seeing or processing.  There was so much feeling to do, and so much to feel, and that took up all of his attention.

"If ye ever tell anyone Ah ever said this, Ah'll deny i', but Ah don' mind losin' if Ah ge' to watch."

The half-elf's breath caught for just the tiniest fraction of a moment.  It was such a small hitch that, if Uli hadn't felt it, he didn't think he'd have heard it.

"You can... I don't know... participate.  If you want."

The dwarf's fingers, which had been moving constantly around and across Uli's scalp, came to a stop.

"It doesn't have to be so clear cut in terms of turns.  My turn your turn."

While Uli could definitely count himself a fan of a nice, slow cock in the ass, he also found that the way the half-elf moved a little faster with eager anticipation was just as nice.  Maybe nicer.

"Ah-Ah wouldn't wan' t' impose," the dwarf blustered.

"But look at him," the half-elf said.  "His tongue is basically begging for something to do."

Dimly, Uli was aware of the dwarf looking down at him.  "It 'as been a long time," she drawled.

The dark-haired dwarf spread her legs and gently laid his head down against the table again.  Uli noticed neither, nor did he sense the light fading to nil as the dwarf settled over him or the sound around him becoming increasingly muted as her calves pressed against his ears.  He smelled the dwarf before he tasted her, a powerful flavor that he had no words to encapsulate.  It was heady, earthy, and Uli floated just that much higher.

One of them was touching him.  Stroking his cock.  It was glorious.  An unexpected line of harmony in an angelic choir.  He couldn't tell who.  He didn't care who.

Higher and higher, and yet falling into himself.  He felt a pull, and he succumbed to it.

"Look's like yer 'and is doin' pretty good," Mathilda said, as she writhed on the human's face.  

Ayen smirked back, using the erection like an anchor to pull himself in.  Uli almost didn't recognize his own body on the table between them.  It was a strange sensation to be looking down at himself, but it felt good.  It felt right.  It felt perfect, and that wasn't even counting the fact that he could still feel everything they were doing to him and everything he was doing to them.

"Yeah, but it's not like I haven't spent my whole life grabbing a cock from just about this angle."

Mathilda rolled her eyes and smirked, and then sighed happily.  Uli knew, instinctively, that it was his tongue that was softening her in more ways than one.

"I's fine, isn' it?"

"What?"

"Yer 'and."

Ayen said nothing, but the sweat traveling down his brow was not enough to have him so tongue tied.  Uli thought it was strange that he suddenly knew their names, but at the same time, there was such an intensity to the connection of the moment that he also knew it was right.  A confluence of events and time.  A convergence.  It was bigger than him.  It was bigger than the three of them.

"Yer legs 're gettin' tired."

"They are not," Ayen fired back.

Mathilda shook her head.  "Ye can't 'ide tha' from me.  Ah can read ye like a map."

"They're not tired."

Mathilda smiled.  "I's no' a challenge, lad.  Ah'm sayin climb up 'ere an' sit'on this one."

Ayen blinked and looked down at the cock in his hand.

Yes.

Uli's head swam trying to figure out who's voice had said that.  It felt like many voices speaking from the past, present, future, and the great beyond.  It came to him from all directions.  Ayen and Mathilda seemed not to hear it.  The moment danced on the head of a pin.

Ayen licked his lips and slowed to a stop.  The body between them continued to writhe as if it were still being penetrated.  Muscles twitching.  Legs pulsing.  The thief took off his shirt and climbed up onto the table.  His knees nearly reached the dwarf's, though his longer legs were slightly farther apart, as he straddled the body.

Yes, they said, and this time Uli's voice was with them.

"Oh my... Oh my..."  Ayen's eyelids fluttered as he guided Uli's cock to his ass and lowered himself.  "Oh my Gods that feels good."

Mathilda's eyes seemed to shine with a glow from within.  A light all their own.  Uli knew it was coming from her yet originating from somewhere else.

"Righ'?"

"Yeeeah," Ayen groaned.  "Oh fuck it's been a while."

Mathilda's lip curled up at one end.  "Yer close," she said definitively.

Ayen nodded absently as he began to rise up and down.

"Real close."

"Yeah, I... I just need..."

" 'ow does yer 'and feel?"

"Fine," Ayen murmured, distractedly.  "Fine."

"No."  The dwarf reached out, and took his left hand in hers.  "How is it?"

"It's fine," Ayen said, eyes popping open.

"Say i'."

Ayen was too close to stop the shallow thrusting in his legs, but at the same time he could get no closer to the release.

"Say i'."

"Say what?"

"Say Ah healed i'."

"Yes, it's fine," he groaned, still trying to find just the right angle in his legs to get the right pressure inside of himself.

"Say i'."

"You did it.  You healed it."

Mathilda grabbed hold of his cock, and Ayen's spine straightened in a way he could not have made himself do under any circumstances.  Her hand was too small to get very far around, but her dexterous fingers worked untold waves of pressure.

"It was always fine," he groaned, feeling that last push he needed toward exquisite oblivion.  "You healed my hand."

YES, cheered the voices, with Uli's loud and proud among a number beyond counting.

Mathilda took his cock in both hands, with just the tips of her fingers interlacing and overlapping, and stroked him hard and slow.

"Ah was wrong abou' ye," Mathilda whispered, just before their lips met in a devastating kiss.

The room erupted in sound and color.  Uli felt himself pulled and pushed even as he knew his own cock was cumming again.  Deep inside of the half-elf, Uli was cumming again.

The half-elf was cumming, as jet after thick jet streaked over the dwarf.  Across breasts that hung from her frame as she leaned forward.  Across her belly and thighs.  Across Uli's chest and neck.  Uli felt the heat of it on his skin.

And the dwarf was cumming.  There was no denying the tremors in her legs, as they squeezed around Uli's head.  The taste on his tongue was so much sharper.  So much more fragrant.  There was so much sweat, gathering between her thighs, that was pooling on his cheeks and chin.  He was covered in her, and as Uli noticed these things more and more tangibly, the otherworldly sensations of only moments before were fading.  Even the memories of it were already almost gone.  Their names were lost to him.

Everyone was shaking.  Everyone was trembling.  Everyone was warm, and sweating, and heaving, and thoroughly overwhelmed.

Their lips parted, and Uli felt their weight shifting apart.  Away from each other.  Then he felt the weight on his middle shift away, and his own cock slapped down against his groin.  Light and sound returned to him as the dwarf shifted back.  The silence was long and heavy, but Uli was content to just be.

"Fuck," the dwarf groaned.  "Ye go' yer ball chowder all over me."

"What?" sputtered the half-elf.

"Look't i'," she cried, gesturing to herself.  "Ah'm gonna need 'n acid bath t'get this off."

"You were the one aiming!"

"Some warning migh'ta been-"

"Will you two shut up?!" Uli screamed.  His hands were shaking.  His whole body was shaking.  In the back of his mind he knew this was not what he, Uli, did when presented with an uncomfortable situation, and yet he had never felt more strongly about a course of action in his entire life.  He had never had less doubt in himself.

"Oy," the dwarf said, frowning and moving toward the edge of the table.  "Wha's 'is-"

"Don't you take that tone with me," he roared, rolling and fixing her with a stare.  His index finger quivered in the air between them.  "This is my house."

"Alrigh'," the Dwarf said, backing away.

"You came into my house."

"If you'll just," the half-elf started, but his voice dropped off when Uli rounded on him.

"Get out!"

"We're going," the dwarf hurried, grabbing their clothes in a pile under her arms and pushing the naked half-elf in front of her.  "We're going."

Uli fumed as he watched them scurry out the door and into the street.  For just a moment, he was sure that same choir was cheering him, and only him this time, but it was gone as soon as noticed and forgotten even faster.

"What's his problem," the half-elf muttered outside.

"I heard that!"

Continued in Chapter 14 - Part 3

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