D'rizza crept through the jungle undergrowth, her eyes locked on her prey. An old tinder-cat, alone and defenceless, would be tonight's meal. Creeping closer and closer from behind, lithe and coal-skinned bare feet stepping between dry leaves, sword tense and readied in one ebony hand, the animal was almost close enough to reach...

"I THINK WE'RE ABOUT TO REACH THE SURFACE, BOYS!"
The ground erupted between D'rizza and the tinder-cat. It bolted in a panicked rush, darting into the dense jungle floor foliage where it would never be seen again. D'rizza threw her sword down in frustration. She'd been tracking the four-legged meal for hours, and now this sudden disturbance would mean she would go hungry. Looking down at the disturbed earth in front of her, it continued to shift and move until it revealed the grinning face of a dwarf holding a shovel.
"Hallo miss! Are we in-" The dwarf stopped mid-sentence as he registered D'rizza's appearance: ash-white hair, deep black skin and the red eyes of the Drow race. The underground elves, the scourge of the dwarven kingdoms. As if the elves on the surface weren't bad enough.
"A Drow! A Drow! To arms, boys!"

While D'rizza tried to stammer out an explanation, the dwarf pulled himself out of the hole to allow the rest of his compatriots to emerge. They appeared to have been digging a tunnel, their traditional metal armour smeared with clay and small alchemical lamps fixed to their helmets. Quickly surrounding her, a few raised their shovels threateningly.
"We'll have none of your trickery, Drow! Why are you here?"
"I- I'm not a Drow!"
"Do you take us for fools? Look at your hair, your skin! You reek of Drow lies and deceit!"
"I've mended my ways! I'm not like the rest of them, I swear. I show only peace to the other races now."
"Oh? A likely story, Drow!"
D'rizza laid out her hands imploringly. "It's true! How can I prove it to you?"
The dwarves shifted slightly. Most of them looked towards a single dwarf, the one to emerge first. Now that she looked properly, D'rizza could see that he had the fanciest helmet and the sturdiest-looking shovel. He appeared to be their leader.
"Hm, a tricky question. Do not move! We will deliberate."
Still wary, the dwarves shuffled around her until they could all bunch up and back away, still holding their shovels defensively in case of Drow attack. D'rizza watched them form a small huddle, snatches of whispered conversation barely audible.

"...she can't be trusted..."
"...in the human cities, apparently..."
"...my grandmother used to say..."
"...what does it matter if..."
"...you don't seriously believe..."
"...she'll murder us all..."
"...take a chance..."
The group appeared to come to a conclusion. They broke up, turning to regard D'rizza in a different air. Their leader spoke again.
"We are feared Drow hunters! You have surely heard of us."
D'rizza slowly shook her head apologetically. "I-I haven't, sorry."
One of the dwarves whispered something in their leader's ears. He cocked his head. "A Drow lie! You have come to slaughter us!"
"No! It's not a lie, please believe me!"
"We have extensive experience with the Drow! We know how they act, how they behave. If you are truly as you say you are, then you will submit to our brief interrogation."
D'rizza nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes! Anything to prove my peaceful intent."
There was a brief murmur among the dwarves. They weren't expecting whatever this was.
"Then! Kneel on the ground!"

D'rizza complied, folding her lissom black legs beneath her and placing night-hued hands on the top of her thighs. She wondered what would happen next. Would they ask her questions? Use magic to prove her wholesome intentions? How exciting!
She watched as the leader strode forward from the group, his shovel still held at something approaching readiness. What few square inches of his face was visible between thick bushy facial hair and equally scraggly eyebrows appeared to be red and nervous. But then, weren't all dwarves usually red-faced? Something to do with their drinking? He stood less than five feet away from her, struggling with some sort of internal debate. Finally he barked again.
"We know the Drow mind! They are a proud and merciless race! Therefore, we will put to you tasks that a true Drow would balk at!"
D'rizza's eyes widened. So it would be a test of her courage and willing. They would not find her wanting. She was determined to prove herself, demonstrate that she had turned over a new leaf.
"What do you want me to do?"

"You will roll in the dirt!"
There was a pause, and the sense that the dwarves were trying very hard not to laugh while at the same time waiting for an attempt on their lives. D'rizza nodded.
"If that is what you wish."
Throwing her body weight to one side, she tipped herself over onto the ground and stretched her arms and legs out. Then she rolled from side to side, collecting leaves and damp soil from the jungle floor. The dwarves watched, gobsmacked, as the Drow willingly obeyed and writhed on the ground for them.
"Stop! Uh, that is enough! You have proven yourself, even if it is only a little."
D'rizza smiled, then picked herself up onto her hands and knees to resume a kneeling position. She could feel a smear of earth along a cheek, cool in the jungle breeze, and a number of leaves and sticks tangled in her once-flowing hair. The leader looked down at her, and seemed to go even redder.
"Y-you will wait again. We will confer."

There was another wait while the dwarves huddled again. D'rizza looked around while they quietly hubbubed, taking in the fresh rainforest air and the soft sounds of birds overhead. Once or twice a dwarf would look over the heads of his fellows towards her, then quickly duck back down again. Finally they seemed to reach another consensus. This time they seemed to be strangely uncomfortable, but still kept their shovels in hand.
"We have additional tasks to prove you are what you say you are!"
D'rizza nodded. "Whatever is necessary."
"You will grasp the collar of your clothing!"
D'rizza did so, grabbing the neckline of her leather basque firmly.
The dwarf appeared to be trembling slightly. "You will pull down!"
Following the command, D'rizza pulled down hard on her collar. The metal buttons along the front were yanked away, tumbling on the ground between her and the dwarf as the front of her clothing opened to reveal a bare chest. Two perfectly shaped breasts hung freely, the ebony skin darkening around the nipples. The lower parts of her body were still covered by a matching leather skirt.

D'rizza was unfazed by her exposure. She was eager to prove her peaceful intent. There was a faint 'go on' mumbled from the watching dwarves, nudging their leader away from gawping at her bare chest.
"Now you must... uh, now you must complete another task! You have sullied yourself with dirt, but a real drow would never allow themselves to... Oh, divine anvil save me... would never allow themselves to be used!"
D'rizza tilted her head to the side, briefly confused. Use her? What were they talking about? The dwarf in front of her seemed to notice her lack of understanding, and started to fumble with his armour's belt. Suddenly, D'rizza realised what was being asked of her.
"Oh! Allowing sexual congress! Of course!"
She quickly reached forward, resolute to show her willingness to be unlike her malicious brothers and sisters. Her dextrous black hands smoothly undid the clasp of the dwarf's belt, letting his chain trousers drop to the floor with a chorus of clinks. A round of cheers went up from the watching dwarves. Now it was the lead dwarf's turn to be exposed, and his reaction was much more visible. The newly-uncovered penis in front of D'rizza was rapidly stiffening, poking out from under the chain shirt hanging above. The dwarf stammered nervously.
"I, uh, you have to, with your mouth, uh..."
D'rizza nodded, needing no more prompting. She reached downwards and gently grasped the erect rod before her, stroking up and down to begin the stimulation. The foreskin moved easily under her palm and dainty fingers, eliciting a muffled grunt from its owner. She felt the tip, and smiled as she found dampness leaking there. D'rizza bowed her head level with her hand and licked it, tasting the curiously earthy fluid on her tongue. She bobbed her head inwards a little, letting only the head slide into her mouth, and caressed it with her tongue. She looked up at the dwarf, his eyes lost in paradise.
"Hyu har enhoyin het?"

The dwarf nodded, his eyes staring at nothing while D'rizza continued to lap at the tip of his penis with her tongue, stroking up and down the tight split in his glans. He slowly reached out to D'rizza's head, unknown to her, grasping her head by the hair and pulling her further onto him. She initially resisted, but slowly allowed herself to be led up and down the shaft in her mouth. She could taste more of the earthy damp spreading itself from the tip, edging closer towards the back of her mouth. Soon her lips were pressed against the base, the dwarf-sized penis only long enough to reach the back of her tongue, which was running itself along the bottom of the shaft and licking at it ardently. The dwarf pulled her head to and fro, small wet noises sounding from where her speeding lips could not keep up with the penis between them. Strands of her hair flicked into her face as she was pushed away, then swept back on the in-stroke. D'rizza's dark fingers played around any length not currently in her mouth, warm fingertips groping at firm, slick flesh to make sure the dwarf was pleasured as much as possible.

Suddenly the dwarf grunted again, and there was a sudden change in his manner. His penis began to pulse and squirm, while he seemed content to let her mouth stay locked halfway down the shaft. D'rizza could feel a spurting sensation in her mouth, and realised that she should continue to stimulate him. Pulling back to the head of the shaft she began to suck, increasing the pressure with which he continued to spray his seed. She felt his fingers work themselves through her smooth hair, stroking her scalp as he finished his climax. As the last few spurts entered her mouth, D'rizza straightened up and let the shaft drop out of her mouth. She kept her lips closed, holding the gobbet of semen inside her mouth. Her abdomen throbbed in and out in time with her excited breathing. A small string of saliva stretched across the gap before breaking as the dwarf's penis jerked one last time, squirting a small shot across her bare breast. D'rizza could only hum, her mouth full, but the dwarven leader was able to talk.

"Uh, that was good! No, wait, that was merely acceptable! Now, allow what is in your mouth to, erm, drop over yourself. Make sure it goes everywhere. Like the last bit, there."
D'rizza smiled and gently parted her lips, tilting her head down to drain the seed on herself. It oozed out in a single white stream, painting a contrasting trail across the pair of supple charcoal breasts over a number of passes. One line dipped down and forwards, hanging between the nipples like some miniscule miracle of dwarven engineering before breaking and landing on her bare belly. The last of the semen dribbled away, leaving a lingering taste in D'rizza's mouth that somehow made her want more. She scooped up the small trail on her belly with fine coal fingers, then licked it off with another contented hum. She dropped her hands to the waistband of her leather skirt, both still slick with saliva and traces of the dwarven semen, then pulled slightly downwards until the tension of the material trapped in her kneeling legs stopped it going any further. There was a collective intake of breath from the dwarves. None of them could see if she was bare underneath it as she was with her top.

D'rizza pulled her fingers out from her waistband and swung them rearwards to support herself as she leaned back. Her unbuttoned basque slid back as well, exposing more sable skin, while both semen-drizzled breasts shifted out as well. Her voice was the only intelligent sound for miles.
"What else would an evil, vain drow not do?"