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Vernal Recollections

By: Mountain Rider



Another "Heartland Tale", with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work.

This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories; however, context may be provided by reading my other stories "In an Iron Sling" and "Instinct" for an introduction the the recurring character of Hannah, the witch. 

*****

"Slowly now, Lovey," Hannah cautioned. "It has been a while."

"Ye don't need to remind me, girl," answered the witch's unusual lover as he nestled between her thighs and maneuvered his cockstem to the opening of her glistening pussy.

"Call me girl again," was the purred response. "I do soooo enjoy feeling young by comparison."

"Bah, yer but a blink in the eye of time, ye skinnyleg lass," was the answer she received. "I seen more'n ten times as many sunsets as yerself, as ye know. It's me who is gettin' to be the elderly one in this relationship."

Hannah had enjoyed many lovers over the years, but this one would always be the most dear. The one-eyed witch smiled and opened herself to him. 

*****

Hannah was just the shady side of fifty-five winters, which by her accounting gave her about fifty-five more winters before she was really old, and she was still as fit and beautiful as she could be. Her body was tight in all the right places and soft in all the right places as well. Her mind was sharp, her senses acute, and her strength enough that she could still likely have picked her lover up over her head and given him a good toss had the notion struck her. The last was a threat that had been made more than once.

Her lover happened to be a dear old friend of hers (quite old in fact) that she saw just often enough to satisfy certain desires and arrangements and not often enough to become a bother. His name was Lomain Poll, and he was a rather remarkable dwarf.

Lomain had come into Hannah's life not long after she had landed in her current position as the witch of her locale. Upon setting up housekeeping in the Cathalian wilderness, Hannah began searching for the implements of her trade, notably for a good source of high-quality cauldrons. Iron cauldrons, though generally not uncommon, turn out to be quite a commodity when one lives in a wilderness of wood.

Fortunately, the young witch and the wandering dwarf had happened upon each other at a propitious moment when Hannah was in possession of certain medicines needed by the dwarf, and Lomain was in possession of certain raw iron materials. Bargains were struck, arrangements were made, and a friendship was begun that now neared twenty-five years of love and trust. 

The dwarf was a skilled craftsman from a good guildmaster. He provided Hannah with cauldrons, tools, spits, hooks, bits, and bobs enough to last her the rest of her life. Years later he also designed and constructed the unusual iron-reinforced slings that Hannah wore to support her enormous breasts. Though her chest had not reached the august proportions of her later years, the younger Hannah was still quite heavily endowed and needed special support. The dwarf's skills blended nicely for this task as he was also unusually talented with a needle and thread. Despite these predictable dwarven craft skills, Lomain was most remarkable for two unrelated reasons.

First, he had forsaken his clan and craft master at the late middle-age of three hundred fifty winters to live above ground and wander as a ranger in the wilderness. Though rangers were well respected citizens of the Heartland, it was unheard of for one of the bearded folk to count himself among their number. In trade for Lomain's metal skills, Hannah had taught him some of what she knew of woodcraft and natural medicine to help him on his Path. This edge was all it took for Lomain to elevate his standing from "oddity" to that of "legend" during his advanced age in the mysterious tribe of the ranger folk.

Lomain, like the rest of his race, was short of stature and sturdily built. He was unusually tall and rangy for a dwarf, owing to his nomadic lifestyle, but even so he barely came to Hannah's shoulder. Lomain claimed that chopping wood, carrying game, and running were just as good exercise as working the mine or the forge, so he was also counted as extraordinarily strong. The word among the folk of the Cathalian wilderness was that Lomain could crush a green apple in his hand without even raising the blood to his face. Hannah was the only person who ever got away with calling him "Lovey" – a play on the dwarven pronunciation of his name. No one else tried... at least not more than once.

The second and much less esoteric aspect of Lomain that made him remarkable was that he had the largest cockstem that Hannah had ever seen. This particular wonder of Nature had fascinated Hannah from the moment it made its presence known during the fitting for her first iron sling. It was many years ago...

*****

"Are ye sure ye don't want me to leave whilst ye do this, lass," Lomain, asked covering his eyes with his hands.

"You are a silly old dwarf, Lovey," Hannah chided as she took her bodice and sling off. "You have known this witch for long enough to know that I would never have asked for this favor were I bashful with you or mistrustful of your intentions. You've been staring at my cleavage for nearly seven years, so the least you can do is get over your pretended modesty and help me please. 

"I'm sure that you've seen breasts unbound before, so perhaps it's time you finally saw mine. Besides, I can't see how you could possibly design a new sling for me if you don't help me measure for it."

Lomain took a deep breath and uncovered his eyes to catch his first unimpeded view ever of the witch's very large, intricately tattooed bosom. Hannah handed him the piece of indexed twine and lifted a breast in each hand to hold them in the desired position for measuring. Lomain immediately went quite pale, but he dutifully attempted to measure across Hannah's jutting chest. The moment the dwarf's hands touched her globes, however, his eyes glazed over and he began shaking.

"Are you all right, Lovey?" the young witch asked as she watched the color further leave his face.

Lomain looked up past her beautiful endowments to her soft eyes and croaked, "Need to sit down just a moment. I feel a wee bit wobbly."

Hannah quickly helped him into a chair by the open window. All the while the venerable dwarf maintained a distracted hold on Hannah's breasts until the witch took his hands away and folded them in his lap. It was then that she saw the large knot midway down the left inside thigh of his breeches and the sudden spreading wet stain emanating from it.

"Oh Lovey! You have an infected wound you didn't tell me about. It's burst, and you're bleeding!" Hannah fretted and reached out gingerly to palpate the swollen lump. To her surprise it was hard and pulsed in her hand. Also, the fluid soaking through Lomain's breeches was warm, sticky, and definitely not blood.

Lomain gave a small moan and continued shuddering as he replied, "It's me cock. I just spent me seed in me damn britches, ye daft girl." 

With that the dwarf's eyes rolled back, and he fainted with a final view of the witch's perfect breasts pendulating inches from his face.

*****

Lomain awoke lying on the bed with his feet elevated and a blanket over him. His head hurt, and his breeches felt wet through down his left thigh. Bollocks and bebother, he thought. Now I have stuck me foot in it. 

He glanced down to see Hannah sitting at the foot of the bed staring intently at him while she held his wrist to count his pulse. Her prodigious charms were still on display and Lomain felt his cock begin to harden again.

"How long was I out?" the dwarf croaked.

"Only a few minutes," Hannah answered. ""Sweet Lovey, what happened?"

"I had meself a rather strong reaction to yer figure, it seems. These days I ain't as young as I once was, and occasionally I get light headed if I stand up too quick like or me blood shifts suddenly. I'm over five hunnerd years old, so these things happen unexpected sometimes."

"So down your leg, that really was..." Hannah trailed off.

"Me cock. Aye, I've got a bit more'n most in me britches and the sight of you without yer blouse on just sent me blood south in a rush. No offense meant. It's no big worry."

"So the wetness..."

"I loosed a load of semen in me britches! I ain't apologizin' fer nothin'!" Lomain sat up and began to shout as his temper got the better of his embarrassment. "To see and touch yer grand breasts just put me over the edge. Yer me friend and me ally fer sure... but I love ye and desire ye, lass. I have for a long time. Can ye blame this old ranger fer havin' a strong reaction?"

Hannah blinked a few times and then shrugged with a big smile, "It's natural."

Then it was Lomain's turn to blink. He deflated his temper and began to laugh, "That's all ye have to say, ye little temptress?"

"No," said Hannah and kissed the dwarf's hand that she was holding. "I love you too, you old curmudgeon. I'm also worried about you. We need to visit a hawthorn tree, if you're ever to wield that formidable cockstem safely again."

"What're ye on about?"

"Infusion of hawthorn will balance your blood. It should prevent those episodes of dizziness and keep you from losing your head when I do this," Hannah grinned and shimmied her heavy breasts at the prostrate dwarf.

The dwarf flopped back on the bed in an exasperated fit of guffawing. Finally he sat back up and wiped away a few tears of mirth and joy.

"Shoulda known ye'd be equanimous about all this. If I had known, I'd have told ye years ago," Lomain responded. "What're we to do with this then, lass? Yer a witch who cannot have a husband, and I, meself, am a ranger who cannot have a home. That's not to mention we have the small matter of several hunnerd years of age difference and a certain ethnic disconnection as well, if ye get me meaning."

"Love is as it is. We can love and enjoy each other as we are. Our responsibilities to the greater good will keep us apart, but my mistress taught me that love lives if you feed it. The only sticky thing to sort out is how do we express it – as friends, as fellow craftworkers and wilderness dwellers, as lovers? That's undecided, but quite obviously some barriers have come down."

"That ain't the only sticky thing, lass. I done a bit of expressin' already, and me britches are fouled. Can I wash 'em out while I'm here?"

"Of course! Besides, you're a dear friend and a brother and a teacher and a mentor and an aggravation to me... but that doesn't mean I'm not terribly curious to see this 'more'n most in yer britches'." The witch released his hand and scooted off the bed.

"I reckon it's only fair, lass, since I can't keep me eyes off yer bosom."

Hannah laughed musically and went outside to draw a bucket of water from the stream that wandered behind her cottage. Meanwhile Lomain shucked off his breeches and cleaned himself up the best he could with his pocket handkerchief. He had just covered back up with the blanket when the witch came back in and put some of the water in the kettle to boil for tea and the rest in the washtub. She scooped up the sticky breeches (under the dwarf's protest of "I can wash me own damn clothes!") and dropped them into the washtub with some soap to soak. 

As soon as the kettle water was hot, Hannah moistened a soft cloth and handed it over to Lomain who gratefully cleaned himself further under cover of the blanket. While this occurred behind her, Hannah washed out the dwarf's breeches and a bit her of her own laundry, rinsed it all, and took it outside to dry in the sun.

After returning, Hannah poured the kettle into the teapot and set out some bread to serve while the tea steeped. All of these simple domestic activities were made all the more entertaining for Lomain because the witch remained topless throughout.

Soon the tea was poured, and Hannah had resumed her place at the foot of the bed. Her skirts rode up to her thighs as she drew her knees up to aim her legs up the bed toward Lomain. Her feet burrowed under his blanket and rested against his hip. The connection helped ease the tension they both felt.

"Thank you fer the washin' up and the tea," the dwarf ventured.

"You're very welcome," Hannah replied. "I didn't mind a bit. You needed to rest for a moment. Fortunately it is early spring, so we should be able to harvest some hawthorn to fix up that infusion for you later today."

"Aye, tis bad luck to harvest it anytime it ain't bloomin'," Lomain agreed. "Maybe my britches will be dry by then."

"I'm amazed you let loose that much semen without even touching yourself. I thought it was a matter of dwarvish pride to have unequaled staying power?"

"Tis that, but I've been a long time walkin' without a furrow to fuck, if ye don't mind me being blunt. I ain't used me hand in a while either, though fer no good reason other than the desire hasn't struck me.

"Of course I've been hard plenty of times from starin' at yer bountiful beauty, but I went full mast very quickly when ye took her clothes off just now and touchin' you was all it took to send me pent up seed over the edge. Me old clan would taunt me fer a century if they knew I spurted like a beardless boy."

"Only because they've never seen these," Hannah teased and coyly twitched her shoulders to set her breasts jiggling. Glowing cascades highlighted the movement as Hannah's tattoos appeared to chase each other around her curves.

"They are truly as magnificent as I always imagined they were, lass. I like 'em big."

"So do I," Hannah replied with a naughty look. "May I see?"

"Gotcher interest there, do I?"

"Oh indeed! What I squeezed on your thigh was most intriguing."

"It's just the way Nature made me," Lomain shrugged. "I'm already erect again, so here, have yerself a look."

"Wait!" Hannah cried as Lomain began to draw back the blanket. "I have a different idea."

While still keeping everything hidden by the blanket, Hannah slid her left leg under Lomain's left leg so that her left foot extended between his thighs and his left foot lay between her legs just a little above the knees. The feel of the witch's foot so near his cockstem hardened Lomain even further, and the softness of her legs around his made the dwarf's heart pound.

"Since you touched my breasts, I feel it's only fair that I discover you first by touch alone," Hannah explained.

The dwarf caught his breath as the witch's foot stole higher and her toes encountered his balls. Her foot gently explored his textures and the impressive heft of his testicles.

"Hmmm, bare and smooth – soft, feathery skin and warm, heavy balls the size of creek stones! This is an auspicious beginning, Lovey," purred Hannah. "Oh my, they're drawing up a bit. Am I exciting you?"

"Ye know ye are, ye wicked girl," Lomain replied. "As fer being smooth and bare – most dwarves are hairless down below, or didn't ye know? The folklore'll tell you it's because all our hair growin' talent goes into our beards, but the truth of it is that we're just naturally bare below with only a little bit of hair up top to show maturity. Dwarf women are the same way."

The witch's foot stole higher until she reached the root of Lomain's cock. This pushed the dwarf's foot a few inches farther up her skirt as well. The firmness of Lomain's fully engorged shaft felt massive and solid under her questing foot. Its girth was astounding and the further her foot reached, the more of it there seemed to be. The dwarf moaned softly as her instep pressed upon him.

"My word," Hannah whispered. "It's longer than my foot."

She stretched further, pushing her leg deeper between Lomain's until he could feel a humid heat nearing his own foot. At last Hannah's toes encountered the bulbous head atop Lomain's swollen shaft. The wetness of his excitement felt slick under her toes as she pressed her foot fully upon him and began to massage his massive organ with slow, firm, deliberate strokes.

Minutes dripped away in a rising fog of arousal until Lomain felt Hannah thrust her leg forward in a particularly long stroke up to his swollen cockhead. His own foot briefly encountered hot, damp fur in the depths beneath the witch's skirts, and for the second time that day, thick bursts of semen rocketed from him, and his legs shook with ecstasy. Hannah laughed aloud as he rode the waves of his climax and pulsed beneath her foot. 

"Damn it! I messed me shirt and yer blanket now, too," was the first thing he said upon returning to earth.

"I guess you'll just have to go naked until your clothes are clean and dry then," Hannah replied and put a sensuous jiggle to her breasts again.

*****

"I must admit, this is the first time I have ever actually seen a skinnyleg woman's pussy up close." Lomain said shortly thereafter. 

The two friends were lounging naked in the afternoon sun outside Hannah's front door while the dwarf's clothes continued to dry. The spring day was warm and all of Hannah's tattoos glowed softly where the sun kissed them.

"Is your first good look to your liking?" Hannah asked as she sat cross-legged on the blanket they shared and sipped her tea.

"Aye, yer very beautiful, my witch," Lomain answered with all sincerity. "I will say yer definitely fuzzier than a dwarf woman, though not as much as an orc girl, if you've ever wondered."

"I take it you've sampled both?"

"Aye, many dwarf women over the years, but only one orc girl. She was another ranger like meself. We found each other holed up in the same shelter during a really rough winter storm up in the foothills of the Amethyst range. Wound up stuck there for a week in very close quarters and ended up fuckin' fer about the last half of it. She was a wonderful girl. That was a long, long time ago.

"Anyway, she claimed to be representative of her kinfolk when I asked. Lots of stiff black pubic hair, a strong musky scent and taste, and an amazin' capacity fer creative sex. She'd try anything, and believe me, we did," Lomain laughed nostalgically.

"What about dwarf women?" Hannah asked and looked down between her thighs at herself.

"No hair down the sides at all to speak of, just a thick patch up top. That's as opposed to elf girls. They've got none at all. Elf men are the same way. It's kind of creepy if ye ask me."

"So you've been with elves as well? You do get around, you lecherous old thing," Hannah mock chided.

"Nah, ain't never had an elf meself, but ye see all kinds of things in the wilderness when folks think they ain't bein' watched. The men got no girth to their cocks, which I s'pose is good because their small chested women are supposed to be unbelievably tight. Dwarf women ain't real subtle, and a favorite curse of me lady kin is to say, 'Ye could put that little thing in an elf pussy and it would rattle!'

"Anyway, back at the point, I have never got me a good look at a human woman's pussy, so I hope ye don't mind that I'm starin' at yers." 

"Stare all you want," Hannah replied with a big smile and raised her knees to give Lomain an unimpeded view. "I believe myself to be representative of my kind." 

"Absolutely beautiful, if ye don't mind me sayin'. I've made love to a handful of human girls along the years, but they were always quick occasions under hiked up skirts – barmaids in their cups and the like. I never got a good look at the goods or a chance to taste them. They just wanted to feel inside 'em what the rumors claimed to be true."

"Well I cannot say that I have heard the rumors, nor do I make a practice of participating in them. I can say that you have the largest cockstem I have ever seen, and I have seen my share."


Vernal Recollections



"Yer turn then. Do tell," Lomain responded and sat up. His cock, fully erect again from the stimulating discussion, gave a twitch. 

"Lovey, lie down," Hannah admonished gently. "Until just before sunset when we gather the hawthorn, I want you resting.

Dutifully, Lomain reclined back onto the blanket. His cock lay swollen on his belly, pointing at his chin.

"Now you see how the head of your cockstem lies some distance above your navel even when you lie flat on your back? The biggest I've seen before now was a good three fingers' breadth shorter, and belonged to an orc man.

"I know that orcs are generally a deservedly maligned people (certain individuals notwithstanding like your ranger friend), but a wounded orc scout named Rhul turned up on my mistress's doorstep one morning, and a witch doesn't turn down those in genuine need. So we took him in and gave him sanctuary while we healed him.

"In return, he taught us some basic orcish and helped Mistress Gally refine her medical knowledge of his people through examination and experimentation with various medicines, so that she could pass on that wisdom and perhaps help more orc folk in the future. Part of that learning involved collecting some of his semen when he was strong enough, which he readily agreed to, for you see Mistress Gally is strikingly beautiful.

"She is also a rather small woman, and I have a very clear memory of her tiny hand wrapped only partway around Rhul's erection as she pumped it up and down. Ever the efficient witch, Mistress Gally also gave me the opportunity to learn how to pleasure him if I chose to accept it. So, of course, I did.

"Now, Lovey, may I touch you?"

"Sure lass, but why?"

"To check something," Hannah responded and reached for his cock. She gently grasped it around mid-shaft and gave it a short, loving squeeze, much to Lomain's delight. A drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip and glistened in the late afternoon sunlight.

"As I suspected," she said nodding and released him with a caress. "I can't quite fit my hand around you. My fingers overlapped by almost a knuckle when wrapped around Rhul though, just to give you an idea of the comparative size.

"When I tried Rhul, Mistress Gally stood by and instructed me how to hold his cock, how to squeeze it when I pulled, and how to caress it when I stroked back. She showed me how to touch it with my thumb in the point of convergence below the head. She taught me how to cradle his balls with my other hand and to press into the muscles below them to delay his climax until his dark-skinned cock was positively purple with longing. We took turns bringing him to the edge of climax and back down until, when we finally did let him have his orgasm, she caught the semen in a jar to be used for who knows what. Once each over the next two days, we milked him until she had all she wanted. 

"On that third night, she bid me to secret myself in one of her tall cupboards to wait. Then I watched through a crack in the door as she came naked to him late into the night and awoke him by taking his cock in her mouth. I remember his savage hands softly caressing her face as she sucked him in and out of her throat, and he swore softly in orcish. Then she climbed astride him, sank her pussy down his formidable length, and rode him to exhaustion. He left us the next day, fully healed and grateful of heart."

"By me beard!" said Lomain, whose own cock had begun to throb on his belly. "Ye witches get what ye want, don't ye?"

"Most often," Hannah responded sweetly. "So anyway, that was my experience with an orc. Elves are another matter entirely, but I'll tell you that later. We're close to sunset, so let's go find a hawthorn tree and get some leaves and blossoms for your infusion."

"Sure lass. Do we need to get dressed?"

"Not at all. The birds tell me that there is no one for miles in any direction. I'll help you up slowly, and we'll go find our tree."

*****

"There we are," Hannah stated quietly as she spotted a knot of white blossoming trees some distance ahead.

"Aye, I just scented them. Fer such pretty trees, they stink somethin' fierce."

"Like a dead animal," Hannah agreed as they approached the hawthorns. "Mind your eyes, Lovey. One thorn is all it takes for permanent blindness."

Hannah spent a few moments speaking quietly to the trees to explain what was needed, why it was needed, and to ask permission to receive it. Then they gathered a couple handfuls of blossoms and leaves, bruised them, and put them in the water bladder that Hannah had brought along. 

"I have noticed," Hannah commented during the return walk, "that your cockstem is quite a lot smaller when relaxed. May I touch you again?"

"Of course, my witch," Lomain agreed and stopped walking to turn to face her.

Hannah reached down and held him in her hand a moment, feeling his softness and the loose weight of him. Even as she did so, he began to stiffen and grow in her hand. Giving him another quick squeeze and eliciting a sigh from Lomain, she released him, and they resumed their walk.

"Aye, I just about double in size when I get hard. If I didn't shrink so much when soft, I'd never fit into me clothes. As it is I have to put me cock down one leg of me britches, which can be uncomfortable if I have to run. All pride and virility aside, sometimes it's more trouble than pleasure to have so much."

"I know what you mean," Hannah laughed and hefted her breasts in her hands for emphasis.

Lomain joined in her laughter. "I don't mean to complain, though. I have had me share of spontaneous encounters just based on the novelty of me size, like I mentioned before, and some of those have definitely been worth it."

"Yes?" Hannah prompted.

"The time that immediately comes to mind, is when I was iron work apprenticin' over west across the river in Bremin. I'd spent a full day bendin' iron bars fer a gate we were workin' on, so I was tired, sore, dirty, and had swollen the muscles in my arms and chest enough to have joined the carnival as a strong man. So anyway, I went to the public bath in the city center to get cleaned up before headin' back to the guild hall, and the lady bringin' water to the washtub I rented surprised me after I had already got me clothes off.

"She got so befuddled tryin' to retreat from the room that she fell over backward and dowsed herself with the whole bucket of water she was carryin'. That rendered her white blouse pretty much transparent, and seein' as she was a top-heavy girl like yerself, me cock rose almost immediately at the sight of her big, wet bosom. She took a long look at me swelling cock, and that got her interested in stayin' a few minutes.

"I offered her a hand to help her stand up, but she was only interested in sittin' up on the floor, if ye catch me meanin'. She stroked me to full hardness staring head-to-head transfixed with me cock before lookin' up kinda glassy-eyed and sayin', 'I need to feel this inside me. Will you let me fuck you?'

"She sat me down on the dressing bench, hiked her skirts up to her waist, and squatted over me cock. She was so excited that it didn't take her too long to fit me inside her pussy even though she wasn't sure she'd be able to. As it was, she only got about three quarters of me inside before I bottomed out. She was as full as she could handle and that was all right by me 'cause she had me face pillowed in her breasts the whole time. Once she relaxed a little, she withdrew a bit and began stroking up and down me length until her legs shook with orgasm, and I let loose me own climax deep into her pussy. I have never heard a woman moan so much.

"The best part was afterward. She just held onto me as I softened inside her and let me cradle her in me lap. The whole time she kissed me face and kept repeatin', 'Thank you, thank you. I needed that so much. It's been so long.' It was very compassionate and intense. I never saw her again, but I think I gave her something fer which she was desperate. It's just always stuck with me.

"Lookin' back now, three hunnerd some odd years later on that encounter and many subsequent, it makes me feel uncomfortable that me cock elicits a twisted kind of hero worship in some women. That's another reason it's trouble to have sometimes, and why I try me best to keep me condition concealed, as it were.

"It does feel good walk to unrestrained here with ye though," Lomain admitted as they came back within sight of the cottage. "I like swingin' free in the breeze when I get the chance."

"People are attracted to all kinds of things," Hannah said after a moment's consideration. "As long as those things do not injure or are not inherently unhealthy, I do not believe there is any harm in them. By which I mean that I see no fault in you pleasing a woman who desires a big cockstem as long as you also desire her.

"Where the trouble occurs is when you are treated as a sexual object. If people only look at you as a big cockstem or me as a pair of breasts, I think that goes too far. Otherwise, I say you should enjoy the way you're made, and take pride in whatever blessing you have.

"That also brings me back to elves," she said as they gathered their dry clothes and went back inside the cottage.

"How's that?" Lomain asked and began to set the table for dinner.

"A moment please," Hannah responded as she squeezed water from the bladder she carried into a clean waterskin. "The infusion is ready, and this should keep long enough to make a difference."

She poured a cup full of the water and handed it to Lomain.

"Here drink this down while your stomach is empty, Lovey."

The dwarf complied without complaint and handed the cup back to her. Stew from the cauldron over the fire was set on the table with bread, cheese, and fruit from the larder.

"Let's give the stew a bit to cool and your hawthorn a few minutes to absorb. In the meantime I'll tell you about my lovely elf."

They sat at the table and Hannah began by pointing to a tattoo on her throat, "You know how I earned this, yes?"

"I remember ye telling me about that when ye played yer flute fer me once. Circular breathing?"

"Yes," Hannah confirmed. "There is more to it than that, but that is the basis. Mistress Gally didn't teach me that mystery. She knew of it, but had never mastered it. In fact I taught her. 

"I learned it from an elvish harper that passed near her home one summer during my training. I met him in the market one day as I was buying supplies, and instantly fell madly in love with him. His real name was secret, but he performed as "Lossius the Charmed" – which oddly enough, fit him well. He was so beautiful and charismatic that I didn't mind if he had a hundred girls in a hundred villages across the Heartland. I was as determined to bed him as he was to bed me from the moment we saw each other. I am a witch though, a fact that was not lost on him, so I kept him on my terms rather than his own.

"In addition to harping, singing, and storytelling, he was a marvel on a tin whistle; so I compelled him to show me how to play without needing to stop to breathe. Like most things, once I believed it could be done, I could do it. It did take a great deal of practice though. The further mysteries related to lengthening the tongue and relaxing the throat, I discovered with Mistress Gally's instruction – some of which I practiced on his elvish cockstem, but my mistress was so proud of me for unlocking an old secret and bringing it back into practice for the tradition.

"Anyway, the point we were discussing earlier is relevant here. The reason I wanted to feel you when you were soft and commented on how much you shrink when you are, was that Lossius barely grew all at all when erect. He was about the same size as you when soft, but arousal simply stood it up without changing it otherwise. I don't know if that is indicative of all elvish men or if that was the way Nature made him in particular.

"I can confirm, as you described earlier, that he had no pubic hair at all, and that his cockstem was rather slim. I found both to be quite enjoyable at the time. He felt so smooth as I took him in my mouth and closed my lips around the root of his cock. My nose pressed into the clean skin of his belly, which felt so exotic to me as I ran my tongue over his bare balls and kept him nestled in the back of my throat.

"He was as slippery as glass when I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into the wetness of my pussy. Those silky balls caressed my buttocks so sensuously when he stroked me slowly and slapped when he would pound into me. He could climax several times in a row without flagging, so we would fuck until we were both too sore and exhausted to continue. We spent many, many hours playing together that summer, and I learned a lot about how to pleasure a man just from the practice with his beautiful body," Hannah sighed at the memory.

"I believe yer right," Lomain said after a moment's reflection. "The elvish men I have seen at pleasure in the forest do seem to be the same size even at rest. I wonder why that is."

"I don't know, but I was actually quite grateful he was comparatively small and slim. I don't think I would have had the endurance for him otherwise. As it was, my pussy would be so sore after a day of play with him."

"Let's eat, and later I'll tell ye of the fortitude of dwarvish women," Lomain responded with a big grin and dug into his stew.

*****

"You were going to tell me of dwarvish women," Hannah reminded Lomain some hours later, for dinner conversation had turned their minds to other topics.

"That I was," the dwarf replied from the floor by the low fire where he was spreading out his bedroll, and his cock gave a little twitch.

Though Lomain's clothes had long since dried, neither he nor the witch had felt the need to dress themselves. They were having too much fun admiring one another to cover up, and though the splendor of Hannah's body had not lost its effect on Lomain, the novelty had eased enough to permit his loins some down time. The mention of his earlier hint of dwarvish feminine gifts had things on the rise between Lomain's legs again, though.

"It will be so strange to sleep indoors. Yer sure ye don't mind?"

"Of course not, as long as you continue your tale."

"Patience ye lusty witch. I ain't got me bedroll sorted yet."

"Who's lusty, ye three-legged forest imp?" Hannah replied in perfect dwarvish dialect.

Lomain snorted and looked down at his stiffening cock, "Tis not the first time I been called that, lass. In fact, I was just about to tell ye about a certain impertinent dwarf woman who used to call me that very thing once upon a time, and the tale of the time spent with her which is addin' the current leverage to me third leg."

"My apologies," Hannah smiled in the gathering darkness as blue constellations flickered on her body. "You may continue when you are ready."

Lomain finished arranging his bedroll and inflating his erection and turned to lie on his back on the former with the latter once again pointing as his chin.

"Whew! Me head went woozy again that time. How long before the hawthorn does its work?"

"Perhaps by the time we reach the end of the infusion we have already made – likely by tomorrow night or the following morning."

"I hadn't planned on stayin' that long, but if ye don't mind extendin' yer hospitality a little while, I'd be happy to delay."

"I insist," Hannah replied. "Besides, you still promised to design a new sling for me."

"Buggerall, I did! Me apologies, lass. I lost track of where all this stimulatin' conversation and nekkid runnin' about had started. Ye must be distractin' me. We'll get back to work on yer sling tomorrow. In the meantime I'll tell you about Clara, me first great love."

Hannah settled back into the shadows on her bed, and Lomain began.

"She was the daughter of a successful coppersmith, under whose tutelage I did a turn in me hunnerd-twenties. Radiant she was, red-haired and fiery. She had freckles like ye wouldn't believe and used to tease me incessantly by wearing low cut aprons and suggestin' that try to count them all. Here father knew she was sweet on me and used to roll his eyes every time she'd act out like that. Once me apprenticin' time was over with him, he did suggest I court her if only so she'd stop badgerin' him about it. Out of a respect fer him and a curiosity fer just how high I might be able to count, I did.

"Generally speakin' dwarf folk don't do anythin' in a hurry and a normal courtship could take decades even if just to meet all the kinfolk ye'd also be marryin' if ye married the girl at all. She was a different sort though, must've been the red hair. She liked to move fast, and it was her that introduced me to the beauty of the above ground world and the wonders of tree and animals.

"From the time she was little she would take scrap bits of sheared copper from her father's workshop and twist them into clever little shapes. Then she'd run off to the woods and hang them in the branches of the low trees to shine in the sun until the copper verdigris greened them into leafy camouflage. She showed me few old birches that she'd been able to climb that had literally hundreds of tiny copper shapes spinning on the branches. When the wind blew it was music like ye've never heard, and it was beneath those trees that Clara and I first spread a blanket and welcomed each other as lovers.

"Dwarf women are best described as 'sturdy' when ye speak about their bodies, but sometimes brute force carries its own elegance. A dwarf woman will never back down from a challenge, even if that challenge looks like it will split her in half.

"The first time we tried to make love Clara insisted that I get all of me inside her. I remember lookin' down at her beautiful bare pussy spreading open as she grunted and pulled me by the hips until me balls were restin' against her arse. Anatomically, I still don't know how she did it, but I asked her how she felt once we were fully coupled, and she replied, 'I think I can feel ye in me throat!'

"That's the type of girl Clara was: strong, willful, and determined to go all the way. She was me first love and the only woman for a long time to be able to take me all the way in. Tis a curse of this surplus-sized sausage that it don't fit most places. Dwarf women are tough and creative though.

"She got so she could take me with no trouble, and her favorite thing was to invite me in fer lunch to find her leanin' over the table with her bare arse facing the door. She'd look back over her shoulder and ask, 'Pie and ale or a long slow fuck?' Needless to say, I lost a lot of weight that year.

"I'd sit on the floor, bury me face in her pussy from behind like that, and take the first half of me lunch time lickin' and suckin' her till I couldn't feel me lips. Then I'd stand up and slide in me cock. I'd get all the way in, and she would clamp down on me with the muscles in her pussy so tightly that I swear she'd tear me cock off. It took all of me fortitude to hold off climax when she'd do that. She was a strong girl, and there was nothin' at all like feelin' that warm, wet, grip on every inch of me.

"She had very intense orgasms as well. I liked to look down just at that moment when the pale, pink pussy flesh stretched around me deeply thrusting shaft would blush dark red, and her perfectly round, freckled arse would clench up tightly just before her legs would start to shake. She'd let fly with a string of curses such as a tavern door has never heard and always end with, 'Is that all ye got, ye beautiful, bearded lummox?'

"Aye, she liked the theatrics of sex. I can't remember how many times she'd wrap her big soft breasts around me and stroke me with them until I let fly with big streams of semen all over her. It was fun fer her, fer she used to laugh every time. She did that a lot when we fucked, laugh that is. Clara was always excited to be in the moment.




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"We were very happy, and fit like a dwarf-made hinge. It broke me heart when she passed away. We didn't even have time to marry. That's one of the reasons I left me clan to wander. I wanted to be with the trees. I wanted to be free like she was."

"Oh Lovey, I'm so sorry."

"Nah, that was a very, very long time ago, lass. I remember the girl who lived, not the girl who took sick and died. She had some kind of blood trouble – just started gettin' weaker one day and never pulled out of it. Never lost her spirit though, and we never lost our love. I got no regrets, and this is a happy story of good love and great sex, I'm tellin' ye. I intended fer ye to be impressed that a lass smaller than me took this ridiculous-sized cock all the way to the hilt and asked fer more. That's a dwarf girl for ye."

"I am definitely impressed, Lovey. Clara sounds like an amazing woman," Hannah agreed. "Let's get some sleep, and I'll explain in the morning why Mistress Gally had me watch her that night while hidden in the cupboard. She and your dwarf beloved would have enjoyed comparing stories."

*****

"A lot of the training a witch goes through is focused on learning to control her body to a very fine degree. The greater intent is that if you can control your body, then you can control your will, for it takes will to control the body. Then with further training you can likewise influence the greater Pattern by the same focus of will if you act in harmony with the it," Hannah explained.

Lomain had taken his second draught of hawthorn and breakfast was a pleasant memory. Hannah had also been properly measured for her new sling, all the while with Lomain's erection slapping her thighs every time he turned to write down a number on his notes and forcing him to sit down twice for moments of dizziness. Now the two friends were once again lounging naked on a blanket in the sun outside Hannah's cottage. Hannah was hand-grinding herbs, and Lomain was sewing her new sling with deceptive skill for not appearing to be paying the slightest attention to what his fingers were doing.

Hannah continued, "All of this sounds impressive until your mistress makes you keep a muscle you didn't even know you had contracted for an hour just to prove that you can maintain your focus that long and because it has some mysterious effect on the flow of energy in the body that isn't apparent to you for months or years. You learn to accept on faith in your mistress that these disciplines are part of the tradition to help you reach further thresholds of understanding.

"All of this training lets those of my kind do all kinds of interesting physical things and to discover our bodies as wondrous, sacred, fun places; however, it depends on the witch and her particular body what she learns about herself. The guidance of her mistress also facilitates a lot of this discovery, because a lot of these explorations are things a woman would not attempt of her own initiative. Witches are incredibly practical, though. If these things didn't serve a purpose, they would not be part of the tradition.

"It was in this way that Mistress Gally found out that she really liked to feel filled. She never told me exactly what her mistress had put her through to discover that, but apparently it opened that desire in her. Her mistress is a savage old witch, so I can't imagine what it was. How the topic came up in conversation with the two of us was during Rhul's rehabilitation.

"We had just finished milking his magnificent cock for the second time, and we were walking together under the stars when I made the comment that I wondered what it would be like to feel someone his size inside me. You must understand that I was speaking rhetorically – as Rhul was under Mistress Gally's dominion, his body was her property. The only reason I was permitted to touch him at all was at her invitation.

"She surprised me by stating that he would most certainly be very pleasurable to take inside. As I mentioned before, Mistress Gally was a very small woman and her hand wouldn't even fit around his shaft, so I expressed a certain amount of respectful disbelief. 

"I remember how she replied in that very disconcerting calm way she had, 'Well my childe, perhaps I like that kind of thing. Just wait, and maybe you'll see.'

"As you know she slid him entirely inside herself the following night with no difficulty whatsoever and rode him until he could go no more. For my own part I couldn't even pleasure myself inside the cupboard for fear of disturbing them. I think that was my punishment for doubting her.

"When I apologized later, she explained to me her fascination with fullness in a rare moment of self revelation. Apparently her insides were such that she could take a very large cockstem inside without pain, and that intense feeling of penetration was very stimulating to her. Most women are not like that."

"Believe me, I know," added Lomain.

"She also showed me a private collection of exquisitely carved wooden phalli that she had been gathering for a number of years," Hannah continued with a sly grin. "She called them her 'magickal wands' and would use them often for magick and for pleasure. Some of them were rather enormous."

"I'm familiar with those," Lomain said, quite seriously. "I have a second cousin who makes them over in Bremin or some such. She's quite the woodcarver. Perhaps she should come visit yer mistress."

"Mistress Gally probably knows of her already. I have unending respect for my mistress, but she is definitely a wild woman. From even the hints that she has given me, I stand in awe of her sexual boldness and creativity... definitely not a fuck for the faint of heart," Hannah laughed and stretched her incredibly sybaritic body in the sun. "How goes the sewing?"

"Aye, well. We should be ready fer final fittin' tonight. It's goin' to be a bit heavy, but if I designed it properly, the iron and bone bracing should compensate fer its own weight."

"Is it a design that can be built upon later? I expect I'll keep getting bigger as I get older."

"Sure, lass. I'll just have to make ye a new one each time, but it's no trouble to me at all if it means gettin' to spend time with ye and yer bountiful assets."

"You've not commented on my bountiful ass yet," Hannah teased, playing on his words.

"Oh, quite fine it is, my witch," the dwarf replied smoothly, "and not too bountiful. In fact, ye have a tiny little backside by dwarf standards. The arse is not really me thing though, meself bein' much more enthralled by the jiggly bits up front. I've only ever done an arse once. Ye ever done it?"

"No, and I'm not interested in changing that. I know a lot of people like it, but it strikes me as unnatural... at least for me. I believe my mistress very much liked it that way though, so I cannot decry the practice totally. Dwarf women must be durable if one took a cock your size up her rear."

"Oh, it weren't a dwarf. It was me little orc ranger that one winter's entrapment."

"Really? Was she an especially large woman?"

"Not at all, she was a wiry little thing not much taller than meself."

"Oh now you must tell me how this was accomplished," Hannah prompted.

"First tell me what a dwarf's got to do to get somethin' to eat around here," Lomain grumbled.

"I have bread and cheese for lunch."

"What about supper, then?"

"Oh, I suppose I could pry something noxious out of the ground and boil it for soup."

"Bah," the ranger snorted and picked up an egg-sized stone from the grass at the edge of the blanket. "Y'see yon rabbit over by the fallen poplar?"

"Yes, I do."

"Friend of yours?"

"No more nor less than any rabbit."

"Good," Lomain said and squinted to judge the distance before drawing his arm back. "I'm cookin' tonight."

*****

The rabbit was stuffed with wild onions, rubbed with freshly picked herbs, and roasted over a slow fire. It was absolutely delicious despite having been preceded by a final draught of hawthorn infusion and handicapped by a certain lack of mead with which to wash it down. Both Hannah and Lomain rested easily in the slowly darkening cottage and made little conversation as they each allowed the simple ecstasy of a full belly ample time to be appreciated.

"Finished!" Lomain stated suddenly and looked up from his seaming. "Let's do yer final fittin' and adjustment, me witch."

They both stood and the dwarf wrapped the new sling around her from the front. This brought his face very close to where the witch was holding her breasts in the proper position, and his beard brushed against her nipples, making her giggle. As might be expected, Lomain's erection also immediately began to rise. Their bodies were close enough, however, that as Lomain put the final stitches in the two metal clasps that held the sling together in the front, the swelling head of his cock brushed along the smooth inner flesh of Hannah's right thigh as it rose.

"Oh! I can feel that you are as excited about this new sling as I am," Hannah teased gently.

"Somethin' like that," Lomain grinned and stepped back to see how everything fit. "I think yer done there, lass."

"Oh Lovey, it looks and feels marvelous!" Hannah exclaimed as she examined herself. "I knew it would be well made but this is amazing."

She bounced on her toes and shook her shoulders to verify that she was restrained both comfortably and securely in place. Her twins held firm and high in their new custom contraption.

"I have been a bit sore today from spending all this time with no support, so this helps a great deal. You were right that the extra weight is compensated by the design of the braces. I don't know how I can thank you."

She swept him into a hug which not only pushed his face into her newly elevated cleavage, but also slid his cock between her legs a few inches below the cleft of her pussy. When she felt it, she hugged his girth with her thighs for an extra measure of gratitude.

"Yer company and hospitality are enough. Not to mention yer medicinal skills seemed to have done the trick," Lomain replied as he stepped back and waved his full erection at her. "No trouble at all."

Hannah reached out and gave him a squeeze and a couple of experimental pumps. Lomain's cock was solid and pulsing. He was as erect as possible and didn't even look pale.

"I'd say things are definitely looking up!" the witch confirmed with a wicked leer. "Now before bed you must tell me about your winter sojourn with your adventurous little orc girl."

"I am rather proud of this," Lomain agreed and gripped his rigid shaft to resume stroking where Hannah left off. "By me beard, it's harder than it's been in a decade. I guess ye don't notice the gradual down slope until the height is once again apparent.

"But yes, I do owe ye a tale those winter days," the dwarf acquiesced and took a seat by the fire. "Every time I think of those days I get a chill. It was so bloody cold."

Hannah spread a quilt by the fire. Then she sat on the floor near him and prepared to listen.

*****

"It was about a hunnerd-thirty years ago up away northeast of here in the foothills of the Amethyst Mountains. We had a late winter storm where the early spring rains turned to heavy snow and blowing wind and didn't let up fer three or four days. 

"I woke up that first night in the lean-to I had constructed against the rain just as the temperature really began to fall and the drops began to turn into big, wet flakes. The weather had the look of wantin' to stay fer a while, so I knew I had to find more durable shelter. Lucky fer me I knew where an old bear cave was within an hour's run; the only trick was whether or not I'd find it occupied by a hibernatin' grump.

"It took me more like two hours in the dark and the quickly accumulatin' snow, but it was right where I remembered. A couple of stones and shouts in the hole didn't bring out a sleepy fleabag, so I hopped in. It was pitch black, but dry, fairly clean, and completely unoccupied, so I bundled up and went back to sleep shiverin' there in the dark.

"A short time later a shout woke me up 'bout the time a stone thwacked me in the noggin'. It seemed I wasn't the only one what knew about that particular den, so I hailed whoever it was with a ranger tribal greetin' that it was safe to enter. The newcomer knew the greetin' and gave the proper answer before comin' in.

"It was a funny voice that answered, but I wasn't prepared to see an orc woman sittin' there with me when I lit a candle. Dwarves and orcs don't get along too well, as ye know. We got thousands of years of hate built up, so that was a tense first night. I can't speak a lick of orcish, and she only knew a couple words I understood. The best we could do was use tribal codes to establish that we were both rangers in need of shelter, and that we meant each other no harm. Then I extinguished the candle. Gods, it was cold that night, even bundled up underground. So there we huddled together in a space about three quarters the size of yer bed not countin' the tunnel in and two little alcoves in the back.

"By what we figured must be morning, we were convinced we were stuck. It was still pitch black in the hole, so we knew that the snow was deep over the entrance. An arrow from her quiver couldn't touch fresh air when she poked it through the snow at the top of the tunnel. Ye never want to try to dig out of a drift ye can't see daylight through. Sure as not, ye'd get halfway out, get stuck in place, and freeze to death, so we were gonna be immobile fer a while. Typical bear cave though, there must've been a vent hole somewhere 'cause we were gettin' enough air down there survive, and if ye listened close ye could hear the wind howlin'. It wasn't safe enough to burn a candle fer long though, so we sat in the dark and communicated with hand signs and tracker codes pressed into each other's palms.

"We had enough food to feed us both fer two weeks and plenty of snow within reach to drink. We were both confident that we'd get out before the food ran out, so that limited out problems to two: where to relieve ourselves and how to keep warm.

"The first problem wasn't too hard to solve. The bear that had used the den last had a regular spot in one of the two alcoves in the back that served us the same. It'd smell bad, but what're ye goin' to do?

"The second problem was more interestin'. Lyin' on the ground as we were will suck the heat out of ye, so we knew had to get off the ground somehow. That was somethin' we could affect, so we put me bedroll on the ground, blocked the tunnel entrance with me rucksack, and covered the openin's of the two alcoves with her cloak. We then layered all our extra clothes on top of me bedroll and put her bedroll on top of them to make a fairly thick pallet that protected us from sinkin' our body heat into the ground. We kept me cloak to cover us and put all our food in her rucksack. That left us in a little pocket of softness that we cold hopefully keep warm for the duration.

"After that we just sat in silence for who knows how long. When we were hungry we ate. When we had to eliminate we crawled to the back of the cave behind her cloak. When we were tired we slept. There was no way to mark the passage of time in the pitch black, even as well as dwarves and orcs (and rangers no less) can see in the dark. We hung onto each other's hands to try to stave off goin' crazy just sittin' there in the dark. 

"The only thing that was constant was the cold. Bein' off the ground helped a lot, but sittin' still doesn't generate much new heat. Even wrapped in me cloak, we shivered all the time, her more'n me 'cause she was smaller.

"Now, have ye ever slept in a bedroll in the cold, my witch?"

"Yes, of course."

"How did ye stay warm?"

"First you get off the ground so you don't lose your heat to it – you have already mentioned that. Second, you take off as many clothes as you can so your body heat can fill the bedroll," Hannah answered easily. "It works like an animal in a nest."

"Absolutely correct. If ye don't get nekkid, the bedroll stays cold, and ye never get any warmer. It sounds the opposite of what ye'd think, but it's one of the first things ye learn when ye sleep out of doors," Lomain affirmed. 

"So eventually I had enough of shiverin' and signed in her hand the ranger codes for, Skinned -- person -- points way to -- warm -- shelter.  She was still for a minute then tugged on me shirt and signed back, skinned -- question. I signed back, Yes.  Then she replied, Skinned -- person -- plan is good -- dwarf -- go first. 

"So I shucked off me clothes, shoved them into me rucksack to make it even thicker against heat loss in the tunnel openin', and crawled under the cloak again. I hadn't realized how much the condensation from our breath had wet me clothes and how much that had chilled me. After a few minutes me body heat filled the space in our pallet bed, and I stopped shiverin'.

"I found her hand again and signed, Warm -- successful. Within moments she had stuffed her clothes into the pallet and crawled under the cloak with me. Her hand found its way to the middle of me chest, and she signed, Skinned -- orc -- body -- close -- is safe -- question. I put me hand on hers and signed back, Is safe -- dwarf -- warm."

"She tentatively snuggled herself up to me right side with her right hand still on me chest. We were both dirty and smelly and sticky, but her sinewy body felt good against me own. Her small, round breasts and cold-stiffened nipples rubbed against me arm, and I could feel her coarse pubic hair brushin' me hip. Shortly, she stopped shiverin' and gave a deep sigh very close to me ear. Her hand said, Is safe -- orc -- warm -- battle is won. 

"We lay comfortably together enjoyin' the warmth for some time, and then I began to chuckle. It alarmed her at first until she understood that I was laughin'. Dwarf – question,  she signed, and I responded, Identify -- orc -- question.  

"Then it was her turn to chuckle and in a throaty voice she said, 'Seeffra.' Her voice was startlin' loud in the dark after all the silence.

"'See-fra,' I repeated to her. She signed Yes on me chest, followed by, Identify -- dwarf -- question. I whispered me name in proper dwarvish to her, and she repeated, 'Luv-in' back to me. Then she signed, Orc -- dwarf -- successful -- warm -- has need -- sleeping,  and drifted off to a peaceful sleep."

"Lovey," Hannah interrupted, "this is one of the sweetest things I have heard in a long time. I'm sure it was frightening being trapped in the absolute dark and terrible cold like that, especially with someone who in any other circumstance would be considered a natural hereditary enemy. It sounds like you found genuine solace with each other in a very tough situation, though."

"Well I ain't yer typical dwarf, and she wasn't yer typical orc. We were both rangers after all, so at least we kinda knew how the other would think. That's why I wasn't too surprised that things turned out like they did, despite the racial differences and odd conditions."

"Please continue," Hannah replied with a naughty twinkle. "I am positively dripping with anticipation."

"Are ye now?" Lomain said and peered down at her in the weak light.

Hannah stroked her fingers through the warmth of her pussy and showed them glistening in the firelight. Lomain's cockstem lifted anew at the sight.

"Please continue," Hannah repeated.

"Aye," replied the dwarf and began absently stroking himself as he resumed the tale.

"It ended up bein' the simple proximity of our naked bodies that got the better of us. At some point during that sleep together, Seeffra worked her right leg up over me right leg as she snuggled up to me. Whether she meant to or not, her knee was nudgin' up under me balls and her fuzzy little pussy was rubbin' on me thigh. Needless to say I woke up when me old cockstem sprang up, and me balls dodged around a bit on her knee. The sensation must've tickled her, 'cause she woke up enough to reach down to see what was movin' against her knee. Partway down from me chest she encountered me cock and closed her hand upon on it. 




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"I heard her sharp intake of breath and a little growl in her throat as she gripped me shape for a moment. Then she released me gently and traced a finger very slowly all the way down me length to me balls and all the way back up to the crown, which by that time was really startin' to swell. Her right heel very carefully pressed into the inside of me right calf and separated me legs a wee bit as her hand stole back down the distance of me shaft. She then carefully lifted me balls in their soft sack and rolled them around in her warm hand. The sensation of which made them dodge around even more of their own accord. Lastly she traced under them and softly tickled her fingertip across me arsehole.

"Then ever so carefully she stroked her palm all the way up me length again, gave the head a little squeeze, and rested her hand once again on me chest. All the while she didn't think she had waked me. I think all that explorin', though intensely pleasurable fer me, was just her tryin' to decide if what she felt under her hand was real or not. Everything was as you'd expect of course, just bigger, so she had somethin' to think about.

"I could feel the tension in her body as she contemplated her discovery. Meself, I just lay there and throbbed and waited fer her to make the next move. I wasn't sure how I felt about what she'd done, but I couldn't deny that me cock ached, and her lithe body felt good pressed full length against me own.

"I could hear her breathin' gettin' heavier next to me ear and a tiny little groan bubbled in the back of her throat. It was a hungry sound. 

"Her hand fidgeted on me chest. Finally temptation got the better of her, and she allowed it to creep down to me swollen cockstem again. She laid her hand softly on me shaft and felt the width of it. I, in turn, flexed me muscles and made it engorge further under her hand. It was all the encouragement she needed to wrap her fingers around me and very delicately begin to stroke me.

"I could feel a wet heat buildin' on me thigh where her pussy rested and incrementally began to press me leg outward against her. She responded by rockin' her hips toward me and even more firmly squeezin' her pussy against me. I again flexed the blood into me cock to make it swell in her hand and felt her wetness respond. 

"She knew I was awake now, but the game of silence didn't end except fer the small needful sounds we each made in our risin' lust. She was pumpin' me cock with obvious intent by this point and rhythmically grindin' her pussy against me leg. I threw off the cloak and reached across with me left hand to push me palm onto her right breast. The hard nipple pushed back against me hand as I kneaded her. I worked me right arm further under her and hugged her more closely against me as the speed of her pumpin' and humpin' increased. She liked it and growled encouragement in me ear when me hand reached down to grab her arse.

"Her back hunched to drive her crotch up farther toward me hips, and me fingers could reach down around the split of her arse to touch her wet, furred pussy. I slid one of me fingers into her heat and pressed upward as she continued to grind on me leg and pump on me cock. I felt her felt her breath fast next to me ear, and suddenly her tongue pressed into it as well. 

"It was enough to push me over the edge, and I erupted in her grip, sprayin' us both with thick streams of semen. She likewise made an 'uhnnnn' sound and hissed in me ear as her hips ceased their grindin' and began to shake rapidly. I felt a warm gush as she bathed me leg in her own orgasm."

"Uhnnnn," Hannah responded as she had a climax on her own fingers. She reclined back against one of the trunks near the fire and continued questing her fingers into her wet folds as she encouraged, "Tell me more, Lovey. Tell me."

Lomain grinned broadly and continued his own stroking. His newly strengthened erection was dark and angry in its tumescence, and he felt better than he had in a decade. The spectacle of the voluptuous witch writhing on her own fingers while her tattoos blossomed in geometric heat trails across her curves was almost enough to make him climax as well, but the confidence of his dwarven stamina had returned with the strength of his cockstem.

"After we both came down from our orgasms, she continued to run her tongue around me ear and to hiss and chuckle as the spasms in her hips subsided. Her hand roamed over our bodies as she rubbed me squirtin's into our skin. We were already sticky with confinement, so it really didn't matter to me. Me fingers withdrew from her pussy and massaged her arse and lower back, all the while she licked and probed me ear and the side of me face. 

"We must've fallen asleep, fer I woke up some time later with her breast still in me hand and her steadily breathin' in deep sleep, face to face next to me. I gently squeezed her breast and caused her to stir enough to shift onto her back. I felt and heard her legs fall open and the musky scent of her waft afresh to me senses. I released her breast and let me hand drift down across the tight lines of her stomach until I found the coarse forest that guarded the lands below. She murmured contentedly in her sleep, and I let me fingers continue their wanderin' to cross the softness of her pussy lips. 

"I cupped her in me hand to softly squeeze and massage her downy cleft and was rewarded almost instantly with a bloom of heat and a return of wetness. Her breath quickened as she came awake and growled her assent to me forays upon her soft places. She brought her mouth close to me ear again and gave a plaintive little growl in broken words, 'Luvin? Luvin eat Seeffra? Eat Seeffra pzzy, aye?'"

"Oh... my," Hannah purred and the tattoos along her inner thighs scintillated in luminescent agreement. "I do hope you did, Lovey."

"It was tight quarters, I don't mind remindin' ye, but I definitely wanted a taste of this girl," the dwarf affirmed and rubbed another of many clear drops of wetness around the head of his enormous cock. 

"So, 'Aye Seeffra, aye,' I said. Then I guided her as she climbed up me chest and sat on me face. Her head must've been bowed to avoid the roof of the cave, but the rocky confines did give her a place to grip on the walls to help support her weight.

"A giggle is not the first think ye think of when ye think of an orc, but giggle like any other girl she did when me beard tickled her arse as she pressed her pussy onto me mouth. She was real strong tastin' and strong smellin' – not at all unpleasant, mind ye – but definitely not a delicate flavor. I loved it instantly and lost meself in her pussy like a dwarf inspired to create. What I was creatin' though was a chorus of throaty groans and a river of Seeffra's wetness. The girl was not bashful about buckin' against me tongue and climaxin' hard and repeatedly all over me face, usually with a lusty laugh and a powerful hiss of, 'Ayuussss, eat Seeffra pzzzzzy...' It was so much fun, me witch. I never wanted to stop, but alas me mouth eventually got tired.

"She understood and slid off me face onto me chest, and then down me body to lie on top of me. It was quite a thrill when her pussy slid down the outside length of me cock, which then lay hard between our bellies. Her tight little breasts bulged into me chest as I held her and stroked her sides.

"Her long, thick, wavy hair (completely free of its bindings by now) curtained around our heads as she whispered sensuously to me in orcish and licked her juices from me face and lips, kissing me and probing me mouth with her tongue. I returned her kisses, feeling her pointed teeth with me tongue and tasting her own pussy on her lips. Finally we relaxed, and Seeffra slipped off me to cuddle at me side again."

"My goodness," Hannah panted in the last twinges of another orgasm. "I found that retelling rather... stimulating. I can see that you did as well."

Lomain's stroking had increased and his heavy balls had begun to draw up again. His cockstem looked to be on the verge of bursting.

"Oh, there's more," he stated and slowed his manipulations to give himself a rest. "When next I awoke it was to Seeffra's tongue again, but this time it was cradlin' the head of me cock. I must admit that the thought of her pointed teeth near me tender flesh was enough to raise me pulse, but the moment she took me in her mouth, it was all warmth and softness and skillful suckin'. She knew what she was doin', that girl. She couldn't fit much more'n the head in her mouth, but she didn't neglect me otherwise.

"She had turned herself to face me feet, and her hair was draped over me thighs and belly as she moved her tongue all over me shaft, me balls, and once or twice even below to places I've never been licked before nor since. The thing she did that drove me over the edge though was to take me cockhead in her mouth and suck hard while pressin' her tongue under the head and runnin' her fingernails up and down me shaft. It wasn't too long before I emptied meself into her mouth.

"Seeffra didn't even slow down, but swallowed it all with a deep moan and continued to suck me to get me back to hardness. Just fer good measure she swung a leg over me upper body and slid her crotch back onto me face again. Her tight little arse pushed back onto me nose, and I spread it with me hands to drive me tongue deep into her soppin' pussy. 

"She sucked me and rode me tongue until I was back to full erection. Then she slid off me and turned around to kiss me deep and hard again. Her hand gripped and stroked me to keep things movin'.

"When we had come up for air, I put me hand on top of hers and poked her in the hip with the head of me cock. 'Seeffra?' I whispered as I rubbed meself on her hip. She responded by licking me ear again and whispering, 'Fuck? Luvin fuck Seeffra, aye?'

"'Aye,' I replied and pulled her back into a breathless kiss. I tried to turn us get on top of her, but she wouldn't have it. She insisted that she be astride me, so she climbed back on top and positioned the head of me cock at her wet opening.

"With a meaningful 'ayussssssss', she stretched herself over the head and began gradually squeezin' and slidin' her pussy down the thick shaft. It left her breathless, and she would whimper in the back of her throat between heavy gulps of air as she slowly took me in, bit by bit.

"I reached around and gripped her by the arse, spreadin' her cheeks to ease the way in and teasin' up and down the divide with me fingers. She seemed to like that and responded by pushin' back harder. I also leaned me face up, and by guessin' and missin' twice in the dark, captured one of her taut little nipples in me mouth to tease with me tongue. I felt her ripple in orgasm around me imbedded shaft, and another couple inches slid inside her until I hit her limit.

"She rested a moment and then pulled her breast away from me mouth to replace it with her own lips. We kissed feverishly, and she began to rock her hips into me, slidin' me cock in and out slowly and smoothly. She held me face in her hands and once again sussurated her lust at me in a mixture of orcish, moaning, and throaty whisperin's of, 'Fuck Seeffra pzzy – ayusss -- fuck Seeffra, Luvin.' It was a long, slow, intense building of pressure until we climaxed simultaneously in a wet torrent and collapsed in exhaustion to sleep again."

"Ohhhh, Lovey," Hannah moaned as she shuddered through yet another climax on her talented fingers. "You win, you are the better storyteller."

"I ain't got to the point of the story yet, me witch," the dwarf answered, also breathless from his intense excitement. "The reason ye asked me to bring this up at all occurred the next time I awoke.

"Seeffra and I were asleep on our right sides with her back held tight against me chest by me left arm around her body and the fingers of our left hands intertwined when I next awoke. The scent of her hair was intoxicatin' as I nestled me face into the nape of her neck and planted soft kisses along it. She awoke with a contented sigh, wriggled her backside against me, and pressed me hand against her tightening nipples.

"Me cockstem inflated once again and wedged itself between her thighs as it tried to rise, promptin' her to separate her legs enough so that it could lift itself to bump against her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together to hold me in place against her moistening cleft. Her hand left mine against her breast to reach down and tease the knob of me cockhead that poked out the front of our embrace, and when she felt the wetness of me own excitement leaking from me and the molten fire of her pussy reach urgency, she pulled her hips forward to allow me to once again sink into her hot channel.

"I fucked her slowly from behind fer several minutes, while she seemed to scrabble in the dark in front of her fer her rucksack. After her mystery search, she settled down and enjoyed bein' plumbed until she could sense me orgasm buildin'. Much to me confusion she pulled off me erection and reached back to massage something cool and slippery on me. Then without askin' she aimed me farther up, pressed the tip of me cock against her arsehole, and started to push back against me.

"I held perfectly still as she forcibly popped the head into her smaller hole and gripped it there. I could feel an intense heat coming from her body as she groaned and gradually impaled her arse onto me lubricated cock, until at last she stopped with me buried fairly deep and quaked and cursed through an orgasm and some deep breathin'.

"After a moment's rest she reached back and wrapped a hand around the root of me shaft so I couldn't go any deeper. Then, turnin' her head to speak over her shoulder, she exhaled a clear command, 'Fuck Seeffra.' So, I started to withdraw and reinsert slowly. Her tightness and heat were almost overwhelmin', but I certainly didn't want to hurt her. I should not have worried.

"Those first experimental strokes brought a louder, sterner, 'Fuck Seeffra" from me orc lover. A few harder, faster strokes brought a stingin' slap on me embracin' arm from her free hand and a sharply growled, 'FUCK Seeffra!' D'you think her desire was clear?"

"Uh-huh," Hannah replied as her fingers thrust into her soft, steaming pussy.

"So I stopped holdin' back and began to pound into her. She grunted her enthusiasm with every thrust, and I felt her shove her fingers into her pussy as manual accompaniment to the assault on her arse. She was so unbelievably hot, tight, and graspin' that it only took a couple of minutes fer me to start to spurt me seed up her arse in powerful contractions and fer her to clamp down in sustained climax on me as she cried out in the close darkness, 'AYUSSSSSSS!"

In the room, Hannah cried out another blue-flashing orgasm, and moments later, Lomain in turn allowed his long pent up climax to erupt from his huge pumping cock in thick streams... to be caught just in time in a glass bowl by the witch's quick hands.

"Too good to waste," she said as she sat back down. "We'll pour that at the base of the hawthorn trees as repayment energy for the gift they have given you."

"Opportunistic wench!" Lomain exclaimed good naturedly as his senses returned. "Thank ye fer thinkin' ahead. That would not have occurred to me."

"It's what witches do," Hannah shrugged. "Now, my dear dwarf, how does the story end?"

"It was animalistic; it was the primal matin' of two strong beasts... savage and lovingly tender in equal measure. The next several days (we guess) passed in a warm, wet, sticky, foul-smelling, abso-bloody-lutely surreal blur. What moments we weren't signin', eatin', drinkin', or sleepin' ... we spent fuckin'... constantly. Quick peeks up the tunnel fer sunlight, and trying to scrub off with bitin'ly cold rags drenched in melted snow when we got too filthy to taste or feel each other any more was all that broke up the seemin'ly unendin' cycle of carnal hours. We did things to each other I won't even think of describin' in polite company. I'll tell ye though, we sure stayed warm!

"At last, we caught a glimpse of sunlight up the tunnel, repacked our gear, and forced our way up through the last couple of feet of snow to freedom. I think we both looked a filthy fright in the daylight, but I bowed to me dear Seeffra and kissed her hand in that clear snowy dawn. Then I placed her hand over me heart and said her name, while making the ranger sign for battle is won.

Seeffra pulled herself to me and embraced me long and lovin'ly before stepping back with a curious smile. She thrust her hand down the front of her breeches and brought her fingers up wet. Her hand then reached out and glossed me lips with her feminine flavor, then she kissed her fingers and whispered me name. She made the ranger sign for Secret, then turned and raced off fer parts unknown."

Hannah applauded and the two happy friends settled down for bed.

*****

"Well, me witch, it has certainly been a stimulatin' coupla days with ye," Lomain said after breakfast the next morning. "I thank ye fer everythin', especially the hawthorn infusion and all the intimate sharin'. I fell like a youngster again."

"I am more than delighted to have spent this time with you. Thank you for your wonderful recollections, skill at storytelling, and masterfully designed iron sling," Hannah replied. "Thank you most of all for sharing yourself with me, Lovey.

"Now before you get dressed and tuck away that phenomenal blessing of yours, let's go together to offer your gift to the hawthorns and gather another infusion for you to take with you."

Hand in hand they walked quietly back to the smelly, thorned beacons of springtime and emptied the glass bowl of Lomain's semen at their roots. Then Hannah spoke to the trees and they set about gathering and bruising another batch of leaves and blossoms for the infusion.

"You're so quiet, Lovey," Hannah observed. "Is there something you wish to say that you are not?"

"Nah, Hannah," he replied. "I guess there's not. Just a wee bit sad about leavin' ye, I s'pose."

"That sounds like regret, Lovey," Hannah answered him quite seriously. "Witches don't like regret. No, we don't like regret at all."

"No hidin' stuff from a witch is there?" the dwarf said after a moment.

"You regret not consummating this new intimacy don't you, Lovey," Hannah said gently as she finished sealing up the bladder so the blossoms and leaves could infuse the water.

"Maybe that's it," the old ranger grumbled non-committally, but his cockstem was already stiffening at the thought. "Maybe I just feel unresolved about where we're leavin' this relationship."

"Perhaps," Hannah said thoughtfully, "but we have a more immediate problem."

"What's that, dear Hannah?"

"We have no fertility offering to trade the trees for their gifts."

"I had'na thought of that. Well, what should we do?" Lomain asked distractedly, looking the other way.

Hannah stepped behind him, opened the front clasps of her new sling, and pressed her massive bosom against the back of his head. Her arms wrapped around him in a gentle hug that also put her hands around his cockstem.

"I suppose you'll just have to fuck me, Lovey."

*****

Some hours later, amidst the rank smell of fallen hawthorn blossoms, the two friends laughed. Hannah reclined against one of the narrow tree trunks and Lomain lay back against her between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around him and her feet held his much spent cock between them. Her breasts rested on his head, and the look on his face spoke volumes of his contentedness.

"Of course you realize you will have to come back next spring, right?" Hannah asked. "I suspect that seasonal treatment of your condition will be necessary."

"Oh aye, in the name of good health, tis only proper that we should stick to this arrangement," Lomain responded. "Besides, I'm sure we'll have more stories to tell by then. Not to mention that we're creatin' a few ourselves."




Vernal Recollections



"Vernal recollections," the witch murmured and hugged him against her. Her hands drifted down to his slowly reviving cockstem.

"Ye mean venereal recollections?" Lomain queried as his erection firmed under her touch.

"In this case they are the same," Hannah giggled and once again grasped his thick shaft. "Happy Spring, Lovey!"

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