I'LL BET YE FER IT!

by Mountain Rider

Crizella shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She bounced her pitifully light pouch of coins dejectedly in her hand as she stared covetously at the cleverly cut gems in the glass display case. How they caught the light and filled with fire!

She certainly couldn’t afford even the smallest of them, but it was beginning to seem increasingly reasonable to smash the glass, snatch one, and run like mad through the marketplace before the dwarf who owned this particular stall could catch her. Unfortunately said dwarf was standing a few feet behind her watching her conscience wrestle with her greed. She had just taken a step toward the display case when the gritty voice stopped her momentum like a stone wall.

“I wouldn’t do it if I were ye, lass. I knows what yer thinkin’, and it’s nothin’ but trouble ye’ll find.”

Crizella whirled around to face the owner of the voice, a crusty old gemcutter by the name of Hergerson if the marquee on the stall was correct. He fit the dwarvish stereotype she had in her mind -- short, stocky, bearded, dirty, and coarse. Nevermind that his particular dirtiness sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight, as it was the dust of precious stones that lay upon him. He was still a dwarf, and therefore non-human and non-noble.

All that is to say is that Crizella both literally and figuratively looked down at Master Hergerson and had the nerve to act offended when she retorted, “I have no idea what you mean, you filthy little beggar.”

“I’m thinkin’ ye do lass,” Hergerson said grinning. “If not, then no harm done an’ no offense to be takin’ from this old dwarf now is there?”

Crizella’s face reddened in embarrassment and anger as the earthy merchant continued.

“As for bein’ a beggar, well now, I think I got more wealth dustin’ me beard and eyebrows than ye have in that moneybag of yers. I’ll refer ye to the fine print at the bottom of me sign, and leave ye be,” he said and turned to go. “If ye need help readin’ it, then ye tell me.”

That was enough to incite Crizella to make a very unladylike sound and to stamp her foot in irritation. Nevertheless she did turn to read the fine print on the sign: No Credit! Only Hard Currency Accepted. Full Payment in Advance or You Pay With Your Arse!

Crizella watched as Master Hergerson disappeared around the corner of his stall and bit her lip in anger and indecision. She knew she shouldn’t, but now it was almost a matter of principle. That grubby dwarf had offended her, she rationalized. So what if he’d been right?

The dwarf for his own part was slowly counting backward from fifty as he dug a length of strong rope and a pair of manacles out of a locker in the interior of his little workroom. He then slowly walked back around the far side of his market stall and heard the display case glass break just as he passed “two” in his countdown. Sighing, he stepped around the corner of the stall and almost nonchalantly caught Crizella in full flight by simply holding out one of his powerful arms.

The sudden stop knocked the wind out of Crizella as surely as it knocked the glittering gem out of her hand. As if rehearsed a thousand times, Master Hergerson snapped one manacle onto one of Crizella’s wrists, caught the flying gemstone, and spun the girl around to capture the other wrist in the mating manacle behind her back. He pocketed the stone, and quickly inventoried the rest of the broken display case while he looped the rope around Crizella’s waist to pass through the ring connected the manacles behind her back. In a matter of seconds, Crizella found her hands securely locked behind her back and her body leashed as well.

“Who’s yer guardian ye daft girl?” the dwarf asked wearily.

Crizella snarled, spit at his face, and kicked at him instead of answering like a civilized person. Sighing again, Hergerson gave a sharp tug on the rope which planted her seat-down in the dirt.

“That weren’t the first nor will it be the last time I been spat at lass,” the gemcutter said, wiping his face. “Now I’m more of a gentledwarf than to give ye the slap ye deserve fer that. However, we are a goin’ to see the market foreman, and we will be findin’ yer parents.”

He quickly locked down the rest of the merchandise, then hoisted Crizella back to her feet, and marched her ahead of him toward the market center. There was nothing for her do to but trudge ahead of the angry dwarf.

The wheelwright in the next stall remarked as they passed, “Oh no! not another thief Thorn!”

“Afraid so, lad. They can’t seem to leave me shiny stones alone!” Master Hergerson grumbled.

“You going to take it out of her arse?” asked the wheelwright, and grinned lasciviously.

“We’ll see, lad. We’ll see,” the dwarf said and grinned himself as he saw Crizella’s eyes widen in fear.

* * * * * **

“Thorn you old curmudgeon! Another thief? If I didn’t know how much this annoyed you I’d swear you were deliberately baiting them,” exclaimed Foreman Blacksage. The foreman looked like a big, fat, retired merchant himself -- most likely because he was a big, fat, retired merchant. This made him ideal to judge matters of theft and grift in the marketplace because he not only knew what was good for merchants, but what was good for business.

“I think we knows how this goes,” began the dwarf. “I, Master Thorn Hergerson, a gem miner, cutter, and seller of this market, do accuse this foolish lass of smashing me display case and attempting to depart with me merchandise unpaid for. I knows not who her guardians may be, but I have recovered me merchandise and only seek retribution for a new piece of glass for me stall and for lost time dealing with this hatful of nonsense. I promises on me honor that I’ve not been abusive to her though she be rude and violent herself.”

“And who are you girl?” asked the foreman turning to Crizella.

Crizella lifted her chin and spat, “Crizellavillissant Armagondro, and this little beast is a liar.”

“Armagondro? Well that settles that then,” said Blacksage.

“Ye know her family?” asked Master Hergerson.

“Aye,” said the foreman. “They’re a rich family with a big estate out from Bremin. Her father owned several ships in the river delta east of here, but recently sold them for a vineyard estate and moved in from the coast. Otherwise were the girl a local, she would know that her calling you a liar only damns herself.”

Crizella’s face fell. She had been on the verge of believing herself to be released on the reputation of her family alone. Now confusion and fear returned, and she glanced from foreman to gemcutter and back.

Blacksage leaned in and said, “Girl do you have any idea how long Master Hergerson has been plying his trade in this very market?”

Crizella shook her head and looked to Thorn who was counting on his fingers. She lifted her lip scornfully, jumping to the conclusion that he didn’t count well, until the old dwarf grumbled, “This summer makes it 238 years, a little more’n half me life.”

“And your brother Morik the smith and weapons master?” Blacksage prodded.

“Aye, nearer a hundred ninety years in the trade fer him, but he’s a wee bit younger than meself.”

“So you see girl,” Blacksage said turning back to Crizella, “He’s been recognized as a fair craftsman and merchant here ten times as long as you’ve been alive. His family’s credibility and integrity are above reproach. If he says you stole from him, then you stole from him. The only reason you are here is so we can determine who you belong to.

“Now that I know you are Crizellavillissant Armagondro, that answer is obvious,” Blacksage paused for effect and pointed to Master Hergerson. “You belong to him.”

“What?!” shrieked Crizella.

“Lord Armagondro has no daughters younger than marriageable age, and you are not married if you still have the Armagondro name. Thus, you stand for your own crime as an adult. It is up to Master Hergerson to determine your punishment.”

“Thankee Foreman. I’ll see ye around,” Thorn said, turning and dragging the shrieking Crizella back toward his shop.

“All the best Master Hergerson,” waved Blacksage. “Exact your due from her. Oh and girl -- whatever you do, don’t try to bargain your way out of it. You’ll get it in the end if you do.”

The foreman’s laughter followed the dwarf and his criminal captive down the market lane, but it and his advice were lost in the noise of Crizella’s protests.

* * * * * * *

By the time they got back to Thorn’s little workroom, Crizella had tired of struggling and screaming -- notably so had everyone else in that end of the market. The gruff old dwarf steered her gently but irresistibly inside and pointed her at a stool before turning to light a lantern. The sun was beginning to set and the area inside the workroom was growing dark.

As soon as Crizella saw the gemcutter turn his back, she whirled and bolted for the door -- only to be jerked back because Thorn had his foot on the other end of the rope. Consequently she landed on the stool that Thorn had pointed her toward.

“Lass,” the dwarf chuckled without turning around, “Yer a pretty little thing, but ye ain’t too bright. I’m over four hundred years old, and I’ve caught me a thousand thieves in that time. I seen all the tricks at least once before, and nobody fools a dwarf twice. Don’t go a lookin’ fer nothin’ heavy nor sharp to come at me with neither. All the tools are put away, and yer hands are locked secure.

“I don’t mean to hurt ye,” he said turning back and setting a piece of paper in her lap. “I just want another piece of glass for me display case, a little compensation for the time I wasted on ye having to go before the foreman, and assurance from ye that ye learned yer lesson and won’t turn to thievery again. Yer old enough to know better, and I’m sure yer parents taught ye better.

“Now, writ on that slip of paper is the cost of the replacement glass and one hour of me time charged at me custom work rate. It’s fair, and ye should pay it and go.”

Crizella glared silently at the unflappable dwarf before looking downward at the figure on the paper. Her eyes widened in shock and she stammered, “But… but I don’t have this much.”

“That’s no matter to me. I’ll just walk ye home on the end of me rope, and we’ll have yer parents pay fer it.”

“I -- I can’t! My father would whip me. I would be shamed, and my reputation would be ruined!”

“Ye shoulda though of that before ye tried to steal from honest folk. One way or another, I get me payment. Either I take ye home on the end of me rope, or we find another way to work it out. Remember the fine print on me sign?”

Crizella nodded, “You mean to beat me…”

“Bah! I’ll do no such thing. There’s no pleasure to be gained in hurtin’ ye.”

“What then?” Crizella asked.

“It is well known that, old though I am, I am partial to the pleasures of Skinnyleg women. We already know ye are of age, so we just need to arrive on a fair arrangement. What pleasure that ye may give me will offset yer outstanding debt?”

Crizella’s jaw dropped in disbelief, and she cried, “You mean to rape me?”

“Bah!” Thorn said again, “Ye ain’t listnin’. I said we’d come to an arrangement. I already told ye I don’t mean to hurt ye, but the debt must be settled somehow. Whatever ye give to me, ye give in repayment. I’ll force nothin’ on ye.”

“Then I refuse!” Crizella retorted. “I’ll not be touched by you!”

“Suit yerself,” said Hergerson. He picked up the end of the rope and gave it a slight tug. “Up ye get. We’d best get ye home afore it gets much darker.”

“Noooo!” Crizella wailed. “I can’t go home like this! Let me go and I’ll come back tomorrow with your money.”

“Not on yer life lass. I have no guarantees that ye’ll come back at all, and I’ll not be chasin’ after ye when I’ve got ye right here now. We settle this here, or I take ye home and settle it tonight.”

Crizella was absolutely at her wits end. Either she let the gemcutter take her home and suffer humiliation in front of her family, or she let him do gods-knew-what to her body. Maybe she could still talk her way out of it.

Crizella put on her best pitiful voice, looked up at the dwarf through her long eyelashes, and said, “What would you have me do if we settled it here?”

“I figure nothin’ harsh and nothin’ that will leave a lasting impression on an unmarried girl. I ain’t interested in ruinin’ yer reputation.”

Crizella allowed herself to feel a moment’s relief until the dwarf continued.

“So to be blunt, I figure ye get unclothed and suck on my cockstem until I fill yer mouth with me seed. I warn ye though, I won’t loose me seed until I’m ready, no matter how good ye are -- ‘tis a matter of dwarvish pride! Then ye can go, and I’ll even send ye home on a wagon so ye don’t have to walk.”

The girl’s mouth fell open in shock. Suck on his cockstem? A dwarf’s cockstem? In her mouth? She shuddered at the though of it, and her stomach turned.

“Pleeeease no… I couldn’t. I couldn’t. Can’t we work something out? Please, I -- I’m begging you -- do me a favor.”

Thorn grinned broadly as if waiting for her to say that very thing. He clapped is hands together and said, “A’right, I’ll do ye a favor. I’ll bet ye fer it!”

“What?” Crizealla asked, not following.

“I’ll bet ye fer it. A wager. If ye win, I send ye home right now… But if I win, ye not only suck me cockstem to blowin’ up, but I also get to lick yer little Skinnyleg cunt until yerself climaxes.”

Crizella blushed hotly. Against the will of her sensibilities, she could feel a slight heat begin growing between her legs at the thought. She still didn’t want the filthy dwarf touching her at all, but the idea of someone licking her… licking her down there… was intriguing.

She had touched herself, of course. Once or twice had even allowed a suitor to touch her there if their relationship had progressed to that point, but she had never had a climax from another person. She had certainly never been licked there, but she had seen a kitchen maid have her cunt licked once by her husband when they though no one was watching. The images and fantasies inspired by that memory had carried her through many lonely nights.

Crizella’s reverie was broken when Hergerson stuck out his hand and said, “Do we have an agreement?”

Crizella almost clasped his hand, but stopped herself at the last moment when common sense prevailed and she asked, “What is the wager?”

Hergerson grinned even more broadly, sensing that he almost had her before she even thought to ask. “Oh, something ridiculous like say -- I bet ye that I can bite me own left eye?”

Crizella sensed a trick, but surely that was impossible. Perhaps the crusty little gemcutter had tired of frightening her and wanted to be rid of her. She hesitated just a moment longer before clasping his hand and saying, “We have an agreement.”

“Done,” said Thorn. Then as Crizella squeaked in horror, he deftly popped his left eye out of its socket and placed it between his teeth. Only then could Crizella tell that it was false and cut from polished crystal.

“I win!” said Thorn around his eye. “Made this meself when I lost me real one to a ruby shard about a hundred years ago.”

With that he dropped his eye into his hand and popped it back into its socket. It rolled in place for a few seconds then gleamed outward, indistinguishable from its twin.

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Then it’s just a game of find the eye!” Hergerson laughed loudly. “Okay, get yer clothes off. It’s getting’ on late, and me cockstem’s gettin’ twitchy to be between yer lips.”

He began to unbuckle his belt and Crizella could see a hard swelling outlining itself in his breeches. He really means to go through with this, she thought. She shook her head in wordless disagreement, but readied herself to do the deed. At least I get to have his cunning tongue in my cunt. Maybe that will be worth the shame of the other. Her pulse quickened, and she could feel herself growing wet in spite of her petulant revulsion.

“Unless...” paused Hergerson, moments away from lowering his breeches, “yer wantin’ to go double or nothing?”

Crizella looked from Thorn’s swollen crotch to his bearded face. Unconsciously she licked her lips before she spoke in a small voice, “What is the wager?”

“I can see yer scared, so I’ll bet ye that can I also bite me right eye.”

“What are the stakes?”

“If ye win, I’ll still let ye go and send ye home on a wagon untouched. If ye lose, I fuck ye and yer reputation.”

Crizella could see no way the dwarf could win. If one eye was false, then the other must be real, and she knew he wasn’t blind. She couldn’t lose could she?

“I’ll up the stakes,” she said. “If I win I go free, but I still want you to lick me until I climax.”

“Gotcher interest there do I?” Thorn chuckled. “A’right I’ll agree to that, but if we add that to yer side then it’s only fair to add something to my side. Let’s up the stakes again and maybe save yer maidenhead after all.”

Crizella nodded.

“If ye win I’ll bring ye to three orgasms with me tongue in yer cunt, and I send ye home on the wagon all forgiven. If ye lose ye still suck me cockstem to burstin’ in yer mouth and I lick yer cunt to one orgasm and I fuck ye… in the arse! We’re both naked the whole time of course.”

“And the bet is that you can bite your right eye?”

“Aye,” affirmed the dwarf and stuck out his hand. His breeches remained held up purely on the strength of his erection.

I can’t lose; I can’t lose; I can’t lose, Crizella thought and clasped the dwarf’s hand. “We have an agreement.”

“Done. It’s binding then,” said Hergerson and released her hand. “Right, up with ye so I can get this rope and manacles off ye.”

Crizella stood up incredulously and turned around. Sure enough, the manacles and rope were removed. She’d won! Now she was going to have three orgasms and get away free! The heat in her cunt heightened further, and she felt a distinct wetness on her thighs. Turning back to face Thorn, she was surprised to see him grinning again.

The old dwarf covered his mouth with his hand, and pulling it away again, removed his teeth. He then brought the teeth to his right eye and bit it soundly before putting them back in his mouth. After a moment, he was able to speak again.

“I made those too -- ivory on gold. They’re heavy as an ogre’s balls, but me last real tooth fell out about forty years ago, and a dwarf’s gotta eat.” He rubbed his smarting right eye, and continued, “Well lass let’s get to it. Get outta that dress.”

Crizella just stood and blinked down at Thorn as she rubbed her wrists. It was slowly dawning on her that she had lost, and not only would she soon have a dwarf ejaculating in her mouth but also up her backside. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. It couldn’t be real. The shock of it sat her back down on the stool in front of him.

“Of course I can still take ye home in manacles if ye prefer.”

“No,” Crizella said in a quavering voice, “I got myself into this mess; I’ll get myself out.”

The old dwarf’s eyes softened a bit, and he responded, “That’s a girl. Takin’ responsibility fer yer own actions is a big step in growin’ up. Besides, this may be fun for ye. Let’s just say, I ain’t interested in ye havin’ a bad time.”

Hergerson stepped out of his boots and dropped his breeches over his stalwart cockstem. The sight of it broke Crizella from her reverie. It was… well, not what she expected.

She had seen a few cockstems in her life, from peeping at servants to the few suitors she’d played with, but she’d never seen a dwarf’s cock. She had been expecting something small, but Thorn’s manhood was easily as long as any she’d seen. It was also as thick as her wrist and throbbing with life despite the dwarf’s great age. What surprised her even more was that the skin of it looked as smooth and soft as a baby’s. The steel grey pubic hair above was trimmed and shaped carefully, and the large balls below were smooth, hairless, and heavy looking. Thorn’s meticulous dwarven nature obviously extended to the care and grooming of his manhood.

Crizella unconsciously licked her lips again and as if in a fugue, reached forward to stroke her finger along the underside of the dwarf’s rigid shaft. Thorn sighed in pleasure as he unpegged his vest, untied his shirt, and shrugged them both off to stand naked before her.

Crizella wrapped her small hand around the cock before her and cast an appraising eye on Hergerson’s naked body. Disregarding his long grey beard and general dwarvish barrel shape, he was remarkably fit and muscular. It also looked as if the only dirty parts of him once his clothes were off were his face and hands. She had to admit to herself as she slowly stroked the old dwarf’s hard cock, he wasn’t actually bad looking.

He wasn’t bad looking, bad smelling, or bad feeling. The cock in her hand felt good and strong and hard. His heavy balls swung between his short muscular thighs as she slowly pumped her fist up and down his swollen shaft. The color of it was deepening red as Thorn’s excitement rose, and a small drop of clear fluid appeared at the slit in the plum-sized head.

“Lass?” Thorn said gently, breaking Crizella from her daze so that she jerked her hand back. “Getcher dress off. It were part of the deal that ye be naked with me. I’ll wash me face and hands while ye undress.”

Thorn did just that in a basin nearby where he could watch her, and Crizella fumblingly began to unlace her bodice. As Thorn dried himself with a cloth towel at hand, Crizella lifted her dress over her head and stood in her simple undergarments, unsure of what to do. Thorn took her dress from her, carefully folded it and set it out of the way. He motioned for her to untie the simple band of cloth supporting her small breasts and to remove her knickers. Blushing, Crizella released her breasts from their support and stepped out of her knickers. She had never been fully naked in front of a man before, and she was conscious of the wetness on her thighs glistening in the lamp light. Thorn took her undergarments from her as well and set them aside.

“Yer a pretty little thing fer certain. Ye’ll make some nobleman a fine wife someday,” Thorn said appreciatively.

Crizella was not curvy by any definition. Her hips were narrow and her breasts were barely handful sized, but her beauty was in her delicacy. She had the fine bone structure and soft lines of wealth but not of opulence. Her large eyes were liquid innocence with that unmistakable hint of scornfulness inherent in the high-born, and her long soft hair spoke of many hours sitting before a mirror. The venerable Master Hergerson found all these things irresistible in contrast to the dwarf women he usually bedded. They were sexually gifted in their own ways, but their bodies were best described as “sturdy”. This fine-boned girl before him set his cockstem quivering.

Crizella blushed at his compliment, and he guided her back to the stool in front of him. As she sat back down, her thighs parted and Thorn could see the wetness in her cunt through downy hair that covered it. It made his cock twitch and stretch even more.

“Ye ever sucked a cockstem before?”

“No,” she said meekly. “I’ve only touched a couple with my hands.”

“Let’s see how ye do with yer mouth. Just go slow, and I’ll help ye know what to do,” he said gently.

“You’re bigger than I thought you would be,” Crizella whispered.

“Bah,” Thorn chuckled, “just short and thick like the rest of me. First, give it a try rubbing the head around on yer lips.”

Crizella leaned forward and grasped Thorn’s cock in her fist again. Instinctually she began to slowly pump it up and down again as she brought her face toward it. Her revulsion at the idea was quickly being replaced by excitement as she watched the swollen head pulse with the steady beat of the dwarf’s heart. Inhaling, she found that he smelled like soap, clean leather, and cool water. She closed her eyes and at that moment the swollen head of Thorn’s cock contacted her soft lips. The underside of his crown rested against her lower lip, and she placed a small soft kiss on the weeping opening.

Crizella was surprised that the clear fluid had no taste whatsoever, only a slight sticky slickness. Keeping her eyes closed, she gently swabbed the cockhead around her soft lips. It felt good, and she chanced a few more small kissed here and there on it. She was rewarded with an exhalation of pleasure from the dwarf.

Thorn reached forward and began to softly stroke her hair. The first contact startled Crizella and her eyes flew open in alarm.

“Don’t worry lass, I ain’t fer grabbin’ yer head and forcin’ ye. And now that I’ve mentioned it, ye don’t let any man ever do that to ye. If a man tries that, he lacks manners and gentleness. A man like that makes a poor husband, understand?”

Crizella nodded, closed her eyes, and placed her lips back on the head of Thorn’s cockstem. She was emboldened by his kind words and wrapped more of her lips on him with each kiss.

“Very good!” Thorn encouraged softly. “Don’t go no faster than ye want. Yer doin’ very well. Here let me see yer other hand.”

Crizella blindly lifted her left hand and was directed by Thorn to cup his soft heavy balls with it.

“Gently stroke those too. Roll ‘em around in yer hand, and tug on ‘em a little if ye feel 'em tighten up. Ye can squeeze ‘em too if yer careful. Just be gentle, and ye’ll do just fine.”

Obediently, Crizella rolled Thorn’s balls around in her hand. Her fingertips brushed a particularly sensitive spot along the backside of his sack and elicited a quiet shudder from the old dwarf. She stroked it again, and felt his sack begin to draw up in her hand. Remembering what Thorn just told her, Crizella gently pulled his balls back downward and resumed rolling them around in her warm palm.

“Excellent lass! Ye have an instinct and ye pay attention. A’right now, keep doin’ whatcher doin’, but also try lickin’ up and down the shaft and around the head,” Thorn instructed. He also resumed stroking her hair gently to reinforce that they were sharing something rather than that this was something being forced upon her.

Crizella chanced opening her eyes and experimentally licked the underside of Thorn’s cockhead. It swelled and pulsed, so she did it again.

“Ohhh yes, lass!” Thorn groaned. “That’s a girl.”

He stared down at her as she began to lick more confidently up and down his shaft. Her eyes were open and focused in concentration, and her left hand still massaged his balls. The girl was a natural, and despite Hergerson’s self control, he felt his balls draw up again. Crizella dutifully coaxed them back down though without missing a moment of licking.

Thorn continued to gently stroke the girl’s hair while watching her minister to him. Looking further down, he saw that her small nipples were hard points, and that her cunt appeared to be getting even wetter.

Time to move a bit farther on, Thorn thought. Out loud he said, “A’right lass, ye can stop fer a moment.”

Crizella sat back breathing hard, but continued to stroke Thorn’s cock and to manipulate his balls. Her lips and cheeks were wet from rubbing her face with his cock. She felt flushed and excited and powerful and vulnerable all at once.

“Ye having fun at all?” Thorn asked with a wink.

“Y-yes, actually. I don’t feel afraid anymore. I feel excited and kind of hot.”

“So it’s not so bad yer learnin’?”

“No, this is not bad at all.”

“Yer doin’ remarkable for never havin’ done it before. Are ye ready to try a bit more of me?”

Crizella nodded, “Tell me what to do.”

“First ye only go as fast and far as yer comfortable. Second, yer to use absolutely no teeth on me, so be careful about that. Third is to try to relax.

“When yer ready, just put the head of me cock in yer mouth and close yer lips around it. At that point ye can suck on it, slide it in and out between yer lips, or both if yer feelin’ ambitious. What of me that’s not in yer mouth ye can either hold still with yer hand or stroke up and down like yer doin’ now.”

Crizella nodded. The dwarf was being very patient and making this easy. All she was doing was what he told her, and it wasn’t bad at all. In fact her heart was pounding with excitement and her cunt felt like it was burning. As she brought her face back to Thorn’s cockstem, she couldn’t resist releasing his balls long enough to briefly stroke her flowing cunt.

Hergerson noticed, and as her soft lips enclosed his swollen cockhead, he remarked, “Yer little box gettin’ hot and wet?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” affirmed Crizella around his cock, which caused Thorn to sigh in pleasure.

“I’ll have me tongue there before long, lass. Ye’ll enjoy it, I promise ye. I’ve learned a thing or two about licking a woman in four hundred years.”

This last made Crizella giggle slightly. She was bordering on giddy from the pounding of her blood.

“A’right, take a little more of me cock in yer mouth if ye can,” Thorn encouraged.

Without hesitation, Crizella slid about half of Hergerson’s cock into her mouth and promptly gagged. Her eye’s watered, and she coughed.

“Not so much, lass! Ye tried too much. Relax, go slowly, and think more on makin’ me cock feel good than tryin’ to swallow it whole.”

Crizella took this as a personal challenge, and slowly slid his cock back into her mouth. She bottomed out again at about half length, but didn’t gag this time. She took a breath through her nose, and cradled his shaft in the trough of her tongue. Thorn’s cock twitched in her mouth as she applied a little suction and slid her head backward to pull off his shaft.

“Ye gods lass! Pluck me lower beard, and call me an elf -- that’s GOOD! Yer a natural!” Hergerson exclaimed.

Crizella’s pride swelled, her cunt dripped, and her fervor increased. She developed a rhythm with her sucking, stroking, sliding, and breathing; and before long was fucking him with her face like she’d been trained by a pleasure professional. This was fun! She was enjoying her success immensely, and it was making her cunt crazy with heat. She couldn’t wait to feel Thorn’s tongue inside her.

“A’right lass, before too much longer I’m goin’ to let myself climax. I’ll give ye a tap on the shoulder when I’m about to flood yer mouth, so ye won’t be surprised. When ye feel me tap, ye need to slide back so that just the head of me cock is in yer mouth, suck hard, pump with yer hand, and swallow as fast as you can. Breathin’ is more important than swallowin’, so if ye get in trouble don’t let yerself choke.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” acknowledged Crizella.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Thorn continued, breathing heavily. “Ye can let me balls draw up now. They’ll go tight right before I have me orgasm.”

Crizella’s motivation could not have been higher. The sooner she could make the dwarf climax, the sooner he’d attend to her aching cunt. So she picked up the pace even more and stroked the sensitive spot on the back of Thorn’s ball-sack. Sure enough his large balls tightened right up.

Shortly after that, she felt the dwarf’s buttocks clench, and he tapped her on the shoulder. Dutifully Crizella pulled back to suck hard on the head of his cockstem and pumped rapidly on the rest of the shaft. She felt the cock surge in her mouth, and a warm splash of semen hit her tongue. Crizella swallowed as quickly as she could as a second, third, fourth, and fifth blast of ejaculate erupted into her mouth. She had no trouble with the volume or the taste, but the thickness of it was a little bit of a struggle for her. Still by the time Thorn’s cock stopped pulsing, she had swallowed every drop.

Thorn breathed a long sigh of contentment as Crizella let his rapidly deflating cockstem leave her mouth. She wiped her mouth with the back of her left hand while still stroking with her right and looked up at the dwarf’s flushed face.

“That were top notch, lass! If I didn’t know different, I’d swear that ye had experience!”

Crizella shook her head. “You give good directions.”

“Well ye did fabulous, and ye even swallowed me load with no problem. I’ll say again, ye’ll make some nobleman a fine wife someday.”

Crizella blushed again and asked, “Now my turn?”

“Aye,” said Thorn chuckling. “Me cock will need a little time to recover before we get to yer arse anyway.”

Crizella paled, “I forgot about that.”

“Don’t ye worry, lass,” Thorn said. “I have ways to make it easier for ye, and ye might even enjoy it. Ye enjoyed sucking me didn’t ye?”

Crizella nodded. She had, really.

“So did I lass! Now I’m certainly plannin’ on enjoyin’ me own face full of yer cunt. Have ye ever had anyone lick ye there before?”

Crizella shook her head, “No, but I’ve fantasized about it many times.”

“I don’t think ye’ll be disappointed,” Thorn said with a wink. “Right then,” he continued. “Up ye go.”

The powerful dwarf lifted her effortlessly off the stool, and sat her carefully onto his worktable. He then handed her a small leather cushion to put under her head and bid her lay back with her thighs open. While Crizella made herself comfortable, Thorn took a small tin from a drawer below the worktable and set it aside.

“What’s that?” Crizella asked, eyeing the tin suspiciously but having no issues of self consciousness about being legs-wide on the work table.

“Salve made from mineral oil, comfry, lamb’s ear, and stinging nettle. Me niece Kirith is a woodcarver and an herbalist. She makes it to sell with some of her more interesting carvings.”

“What’s it for?”

“Ye’ll see, but it’s nothin’ to be afraid of. Now lie back, and let me feast on ye lass.”

Crizella’s heart quickened as she laid her head back. It was really about to happen!

“Just do what I tell ye now,” began Hergerson as be pulled a bench up to sit between her legs. His face hovered over her bared cunt and the scent of her heat filled his senses. “Put yer feet up on the edge of the table. That tilts yer hips upward a wee bit and opens yer cunt lips. Ye may end up with yer feet on me shoulders, but start with them on the table like ye got ‘em. Now, when I start to work on ye with my tongue ye can take yer hands and hold me head in them. That will give ye a feeling of control and connection. Just mind that ye don’t get excited and pull me hair or quash me face too hard against ye.”

Crizella nodded impatiently. She was grateful for the instruction, but anxious to get on with it.

“Ye also might want to play with yer breasts -- pull on yer nipples and the like. Do whatever feels good to ye, and be knowin’ that I’m doin’ the same. Oh -- and one more thing -- me beard may tickle ye a wee bit.”

With that Thorn pressed his face into Crizella’s steaming cunt. She caught her breath sharply when the soft curls of his beard feathered across her sensitive cunt lips and his tongue pressed along her seam. She could feel the length of the dwarf’s beard brushing her backside. It did tickle a little, but she was overwhelmed by the feeling of the warm tongue pressing into her secret place.

“Oooohhh!” exhaled Crizella as Hergerson slowly dragged his tongue from her wet opening up her furred lips to stroke firmly across her thrumming clit.

The dwarf repeated the move several times, each more slowly than the last. After which he closed his thick lips on Crizella’s clit and sucked gently until the girl’s breath came in gasps. Pausing to catch his breath, Thorn gently rubbed his mustache over Crizella’s wetness until she giggled.

“Feel good lass?”

“Oh my, yes! Don’t stop!” Crizella said and looked down her body at him. She reached down to hold his head as he suggested and guided his face back to her cunt.

“We’re just gettin’ started,” Hergerson said and winked up at her. Her taste was exquisite, as was the knowledge that he was the first to savor the girl’s sweet, sweet nectar. He cunt lips were feathery soft and the pale pink of blushed crystal set with amethyst. She was unspoiled and perfect, yet dripping honey like a wanton woman of years. The old dwarf was enjoying this just as much as Crizella appeared to be.

Returning to action, the dwarf began tracing the Dwarven alphabet (all 47 letters) with his tongue on her wet sex. Dwarven letters are boldly stroked which Thorn emulated with his lashing tongue, and heavily punctuated, which he affected with tiny kisses. By the time the cunning dwarf had run to the end of the alphabet and back, Crizella was twisting her nipples with her fingers and bucking her hips off the worktable.

Thorn pried the lid of the tin of herbal salve and gathered a small glob of it onto his finger. Without missing a beat, he deftly smeared the salve across the tight pink opening below Crizella’s cunt while sucking on her clit. If she noticed, she didn’t give any indication.

“Ready for more?” the dwarf asked with a momentary pause.

“Gods yes!” Crizella exclaimed. “That feels so good!” Suddenly her head tilted sharply to the side and a look of puzzlement appeared on her face.

“Somethin’ wrong lass?” Thorn asked grinning.

“My… my backside is burning a little. It feels funny.”

“Aye, give it a moment. I put some of the salve on yer arsehole. It will numb ye a little and help ye relax. I’ll put a little more on ye in just a bit, but first I think I owe ye an orgasm.”

Crizella laid her head back on the cushion and continued to pull on her knotted nipples as Thorn dipped his mouth back to her aching cunt. Her backside buzzed pleasantly, and her body flushed as she began the climb back toward the peak that Thorn had teased her up and down.

Thorn began the Elvish alphabet next (all 72 letters) with its flowing script and multiple loops and flourishes. It was an artistic alphabet well suited to engraving ring settings, lettering on brooch bezels, and making womenfolk climax like overboiled teakettles.

On the fortieth letter, Thorn took another small glob of salve on his finger and carefully slid it two knuckles deep into Crizella’s back way. She was completely relaxed down there, so her only reaction was a small grunt of satisfaction and a hastening toward inevitable orgasm.

Finally on the fifty-ninth letter Crizella squealed out a very unladylike epithet and climaxed hard on the dwarf’s skillful tongue. As she did, she pulled Thorn gently by his head and unabashedly humped her cunt against his face. Thorn took advantage of her frenzy to slide the rest of his finger up her arse, coinciding (because he was feeling charitable) with a second orgasm at letter sixty seven. The third and largest orgasm of them all followed at the letter Z in her own name, which he began spelling in the Common language after reaching the end of the Elvish character set.

Crizella’s eyes rolled back in her head and her constitution gave out on her as the third of her climaxes passed through her. She swooned and became a ragdoll on the worktable, moaning softly as Hergerson gently withdrew his finger from her arse and stood up.

“Ye a’right lass?”

“More,” Crizella croaked. “I want more.”

Thorn laughed loudly and gently roused the girl to sitting up, “That caught yer fancy did it? Ye seemed to like it quite a lot.”

“I’ve never knew I could climax like that,” Crizella said a trifle less hoarsely as Thorn set her woozily on her feet.

“I gave ye three, even though it weren’t a part of the settled terms. Call it a gift fer a pretty girl such as yerself. Ye have a sweet tasting cunt, lass.”

“What now?” Crizella asked as she braced against the table. He legs would barely support her.

“Now it’s yer arse!” Thorn said and clapped his hands excitedly.

“Do you promise it won’t hurt?” Crizella asked nervously.

“Nope,” said the dwarf matter-of-factly. “But neither do I promise that it will hurt nor that ye won’t like it. Ye haven’t had no trouble with anything we’ve done so far, so I’m bettin’ that ye’ll do just fine. I hope ye do like it and that it doesn’t hurt ye, but make no mistake -- this is fer me own pleasure most.”

Crizella nodded uncertainly. “What should I do?”

“Turn ‘round and bend over the work table. Ye can rest yer upper body on it and grip the edges if ye need to.”

Crizella complied somewhat shakily. Her head was still fuzzy from her multiple orgasm, but she was lucid enough to fear the coming penetration. She knew that many adults enjoyed what she was about to experience, and that it was a common practice among many peoples of the Heartland; however, she couldn’t help but think that something the size of the dwarf’s cockstem up her arse was a guarantee of pain.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll climb up on this bench behind ye so I’m tall enough to line up proper. I’ll grease me cockstem up with a bit of mineral oil, and then -- quite obviously -- I’ll fuck ye!” Thorn said winking.

“Don’t ye worry too much though. We’ll start out slow to get ye used to it afore I give ye too much.”

Crizella reached back and gave Thorn’s now rigid cock a squeeze. “Be as gentle as you can.”

“A’right lass here we go,” Hergerson said a moment later after lubricating his formidable cockstem. “Just keep yer breathin’ slow, deep, and even. Don’t hold yer breath -- it won’t help ye any and it’ll tense ye up.”

He climbed up on the bench and placed a large hand on each of Crizella’s hips. Grinning to himself, he squatted down, moved his hips forward, and stood back up. This stroked his cock up the inside of Crizella’s left thigh and bumped his cockhead against her furred mound.

Crizella caught her breath and gave a small shuddering moan. Thorn repeated the maneuver along her right thigh and made her moan again. Then, pointing his cockstem straight up, he laid the length of it along the crack of the girl’s arse and leaned a little weight onto her gently. His cock nestled between the twin globes of Crizella’s arse like a sausage in a split loaf.

Crizella’s head tilted quizzically as if she were not sure how she should be feeling about the unfamiliar sensation. He body reacted on its own though and pressed her buttocks back against the dwarf, squeezing his cockstem between her arse cleft and his lower belly. He cunt pressed against Thorn’s dangling balls as well, and he felt fresh heat and moisture building there.

Thorn smiled knowingly and began to slowly slide his well-oiled cock up and down between Crizella’s smooth buttocks. She reacted by clenching them around him and softly moaning between deep breaths.

“Ye like that?”

“Y-yes, it feels funny, but it’s good. It’s making me all hot again. I didn’t expect that.”

“Ye can rub yer cunt if ye want. I’d do it for ye, but I need both me hands to keep from fallin’ off this bench. How does yer back opening feel?”

“It’s warm -- and tingling -- and I -- I feel like it’s -- good?” Crizella searched for words to describe the odd things she was experiencing. Nevertheless she did snake a hand down between her thighs and begin to stroke her cunt.

“Good, lass. Let’s try a bit more then,” Thorn nodded and, keeping one hand on her hip, took his cock in his other hand and began to slowly rub the head around Crizella’s small opening. This caused the girl to moan quietly again and picked up the pace on her clit.

“Good?” asked the gemcutter.

“Yessss,” affirmed Crizella. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, but it does feel good… mmm… very good. What are you doing?”

“Just rubbing around the way in. The salve I put on ye has relaxed the muscles, but the numbness is likely wearing off a little. Yer probably feeling a little bit of a cold feeling, like air is blowin’ on ye back there.”

“That’s it exactly, but your cock is so warm and soft too. It feels really good. Are you going to put it inside me?”

“We’re workin’ up to it. Ye said I should be gentle with ye.”

“Yes, but I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”

“A’right, we’ll try a bit more then. Keep to yer deep breathin’. Remember, don’t hold yer breath!”

Thorn centered his cock on her oiled target and began to press against her. Her pink ring parted slowly as the tip and then entire crown of his cock made its way past the threshold of her arse.

Crizella uttered a deep guttural “uuuhhhhhnnnnnn” and pushed back against the dwarf’s insistent cock. Hergerson held her tightly by the hips to control the pace, but let her push herself back onto him, all the while repeating, “Breathe girl, just keep breathin’…”

Crizella couldn’t explain the need that came over her, but the chill that she was feeling in her backside could only be assuaged by the warmth of the dwarf’s hard cock filling her. The more she took in, the more she needed. There was no pain, only a spreading warmth as she stretched to accommodate Thorn’s swelling organ.

“Ohhhh gods! You didn’t tell me it would feel like this!” she panted.

“Ye hurtin’ lass?” Thorn asked seriously.

“Noooo, I want more! Please put it all the way in.”

Thorn made a mental note to thank his niece, Kirith Moriksdaughter, for the herbal salve. It was amazing how well it worked, he observed, as he pushed the last couple inches of himself up the wanton girl’s grasping arse. Finally, balls deep, he forced a powerful moan from Crizella.

“Ye all good?”

“Hav -- hav -- having an orgasm!” she gasped. “Are you a -- a -- all the way in?”

“Aye, and yer arse is paradise lass. Yer unbelievably hot and tight,” Thorn panted back. Truly Crizella’s virgin tunnel was incredible.

“What’s that, lass?” Thorn asked when he heard Crizella grunt out something semi-intelligible in the last shudders of her climax.

“Fuck… me… fuck… me…” she repeated softly.

“Oh aye and no mistakin’,” said the dwarf and began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her clenching sphincter.

“Uhnnn… yesssssss,” groaned Crizella and once again began to frantically rub her cunt, even reaching back occasionally to stroke Thorn’s swinging ball sack.

Shortly the volume of Crizella’s “fuck…me” mantra rose sharply, and incredibly she climaxed again. Thorn stared in amazement as she bucked back against him, forcefully driving him deep into her arse.

“More! More!” she wailed, and Hergerson could do nothing but pound into her as fast as his hips would permit. His balls churned violently at the young woman’s display of wild sexuality even as they slapped against her gushing cunt.

Eventually even as those heavy balls drew up to signal Thorn’s approaching release, Crizella shrieked out a third violent orgasm. Her tightness clutched at Thorn’s buried cock, and it pushed him over the edge. With multiple oaths in multiple languages, the aged dwarf burst his seed into Crizella’s young body and collapsed onto her back.

Several silent moments passed as Thorn fought for breath. He was a dwarf -- true enough and hard as the gems he worked, but his heart wasn’t as young as it was a hundred years ago. Raising his body off Crizella’s smooth-skinned back and buttocks, he once again supported his own weight on shaky legs. Ye Gods, he thought. The girl nearly did me in. Never has a human girl ever taken me fer such a ride!

He slowly pulled his tired cockstem from her tight backside, and stepped gingerly off the bench to place his face next to hers.

“Ye a’right m’lady?”

“More,” Crizella croaked feebly and then began to slide off the table.

Thorn caught her limp naked body in his arms and sat on the bench cradling her in his lap. After a moment he began to chuckle.

“I’m glad it weren’t just me what was spent,” he laughed and rocked the unconscious young woman quietly in the dim lamplight. “I don’t know that I could have kept up with ye anymore.”

* * * * * * *

Crizella woke up the next morning in her bed as Marisca the chambermaid opened the curtains to let in the early afternoon sunlight. She blinked a few times as the sudden scene change reconciled with the memory of the previous night’s adventures. Looking hastily around, Crizella quickly inventoried her situation. Yes, her clothes were all folded neatly on the dressing table. She herself was in a clean nightgown, and apart from stiffness in her hips she seemed none the worse.

“Time to rise m’lady,” said Marisca. “Surely you can’t sleep away the entire day, even though you were out late.”

“How did I get home?” Crizella asked with a hint of dread.

“Master Hergerson brought you home asleep on his wagon near to midnight. He said that you and he had stayed overly late at his workshop working on a piece of jewelry, and he didn’t want you to have to walk home,” Marisca said, nodding her head. “He’s a kind old fellow isn’t he? He said you drove a hard bargain too.”

Crizella continued to blink in confusion.

“May I see it?” Marisca asked and pointed to the polished wooden box on Crizella’s bedside table.

“Umm… of course. I’d like to see it in the daylight myself,” Crizella stammered and reached for the box.

They opened it together, and both marveled at the way the sunlight played off the ring. It was blush crystal set with amethyst in white gold. Needless to say, it fit her perfectly and looked exquisite on her hand.

There was also a note inside which read in surprisingly delicate handwriting:

A beautiful ring for a beautiful young woman, so your noblemen suitors will have something to live up to. It were a pleasure bargaining with you for certain, but I sincerely hope you’ll never need to visit the market foreman again over matters of payment; however, feel free to visit this crusty old gemcutter any time.

“I surely have never seen a ring quite so pretty as that m’lady. It must have cost a lot.”

“Ye bet,” Crizella mumbled, “but I’m not regrettin’ what I paid fer it.”

“What’s that, m’lady?”

“Nothing at all, Marisca -- nothing at all. What’s for brunch?”

THE END

Copyright � Mountain Rider 2005

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