Chapter 1
Per leaned back against a tree gasping for breath. He looked over at Iona who was wiping sweat from her brow.
"Was it good for you?" he asked.
Iona, her body rocking back and forth as she tried to regain her breath, shot Per a look of scorn. She straightened up and looked around.
"I hope there aren't any more of them," she panted. "This is getting tiresome."
Per shook the dark blood off Dorgeth and looked down at the eight goblins they had just killed. He bent over and snatched up one of the rough cloaks that the goblins had been wearing. Per used it to wipe the remaining blood off his sword, sheathed it, and then walked over to Iona.
"I agree," admitted Per. "At least, they're scattering apart and not grouping together."
Per and Iona had left Delta to head back to the crater where Yayenski was supposed to have disappeared underground. The first several days had been idyllic. After that, they began seeing the scattered remnants of the force Yayenski had sent to assault the walled city of Delta. The attack had been so bloodily repulsed that the attackers broke apart and fled. Unfortunately, the defenders had suffered casualties, too.
At first, Per and Iona could easily avoid the small groups of orcs, kobolds, and goblins they saw throughout the day. At night was different because these races were nocturnal and a couple of bands almost stumbled upon their campsites. Per and Iona kept a cold camp with no fire to give away their position. The closest group to pass them by was five hobgoblins. They came within twenty feet of the pair and Per kept them covered with his crossbow until they were out of sight and sound. The nights passed by uneasily.
Every morning they set out for the crater. Per had slowed their pace and was keeping a sharp eye out. Even so, they ran into a group of three kobolds and then into the band of eight goblins. The kobolds were totally surprised and were quickly dispatched. The goblins entered a clearing from the other side at the same time Per and Iona walked out. It was a tough fight being outnumbered four to one, but, with their heavier armor and magical weapons, Per and Iona killed off all eight of them.
"If this keeps up, we'll be fighting every inch of the way to the crater," said Iona, yanking her spear out of a goblin's chest.
"Unfortunately, it's the only way I know how to follow Yayenski," replied Per. "We could circle around to MarHaven, the dwarven kingdom east of here, but there is no guarantee that their passages would lead to the crater or to what's underneath it."
"It still might be best to circle around," said Iona. "I'd say most of these creatures are heading back towards the crater. Circling around may keep us from running into too many of them."
"I doubt it'll do any good, but let's give it a try," said Per. "A couple of the creatures the General described that assaulted the walls I definitely don't want to meet by accident."
The two of them circled around to the east. The number of encounters diminished and they were able to avoid them all. The sun was beginning to set when Iona held up her hand. Per looked at her questioningly and saw that she was listening to something with her head cocked to one side. Per took off his helmet and listened himself.
He heard nothing at first and then heard a growl off to his left. Per jumped when he heard a bowstring twang and the meaty thunk of an arrow hitting flesh. A chorus of laughs broke out with (Good shot!) shouted out in orc. Per put his helmet back on and tightened the chin strap. He moved slowly forward and pulled Dorgeth out of its scabbard.
A fire blazed in a clearing surrounded by shrubs so they were able to approach it unseen. Per rose up on his stirrups until he could see over the bushes.
Six orcs were standing around the fire. All were dressed in ringmail and one was holding a bow. On the opposite side of the clearing were three naked bodies tied up by their wrists to a large oak branch. Two of the bodies were pincushioned with over a dozen arrows each. The third body was still twitching with four arrows sticking out of it. Per noticed something strange about the bodies and looked closer.
The hanging bodies were males, but shorter in stature and stouter than a human. Long beards hung down past their waists. Even though, he had never met any of their race, Per was certain that they were dwarves.
(Come on! Finish him off!) snarled one orc. (We got the female to get to!)
(No rush, ) leered the orc with the bow as he notched another arrow. (That juicy tidbit will keep.)
Using hand signals, Per indicated to Iona that there were six orcs and he was going to attack. Iona shook her head no and motioned that they should leave. Per stopped her and signaled again that they should attack. Iona's face took on a look of disgust, but agreed.
When Koth burst through the brush in a single bound, the orcs froze. To them it appeared that evil incarnate had materialized in their midst. All they saw was a large figure in burnished fieldplate waving a bastard sword on a huge warhorse. The closest orc's eyes widened at the sight of two steel-shod hooves crashing down on him. His cohort next to him lived only a split second longer before Per cleaved Dorgeth through his skull.
A third orc was slammed into by Koth. He bounced off the horse's front shoulder and spun off into a tree. There was a series of snaps and pops as the orc's back crashed into the tree trunk before he fell limply to the ground.
Per managed to rein in Koth beside another orc. The orc grabbed for his sword and had it halfway out when Per buried Dorgeth into the orc's chest. The orc's ringmail armor crunched nosily and provided as much protection as a piece of paper. Per yanked Dorgeth free with a large splattering of blood. He looked over at Iona and saw her retrieving her spear from the back of an orc. The last orc was on the ground with a large gash in his skull.
"I thought we were going to avoid these little incidents," said Iona sarcastically.
"Extenuating circumstances," replied Per, nodding at the hanging dwarf bodies.
"They're dead," said Iona sadly. "They were dead or dying when we got here,"
"She's not," said Per, looking in a new direction.
Iona had to move several feet to one side to see around a concealing bush. Tied to a tree with a gag in her mouth was a female dwarf. She was short, but not as squat as the males were. Her thick dark brown hair was braided into two braids, which were tied up behind her head. She was wearing an embroidered brown skirt, a white blouse, and a brown and yellow outer corset. She looked to be around twenty years old.
She started to struggle as Per and Iona approached her. She yanked against the ropes tying her hands behind her to the tree. She moaned loudly through her gag as if pleading with them to go away.
Per stopped about six feet away from her and crouched down.
"Miss, we mean you no harm, but you have to settle down before we release you," he said to the dwarf. "A scream could bring who knows what else here." He turned to look at Iona. "Do you speak dwarven?"
"Mum mumph umph," came the muffled reply from the dwarf as Iona shook her head negatively.
"I think she understands, though," stated Iona and she reached around the dwarf's head to untie the gag.
"Of course, I understand what you're saying, you bloody stupid oaf," hissed the dwarf. "What do you think I am, some slimy kobold with a brain the size of a pea or a troll who doesn't have any brains at all?"
"My apologies," muttered Per, now not quite sure if releasing her was such a good idea. He nevertheless quickly cut the ropes around her wrists and legs.
"Where are my kinsmen?" asked the dwarf as she stood up. Per guessed her height to be slightly over four feet tall. She was broad across the shoulders as was all of her race. The round stiff corset and long skirt hid her body's shape.
"I'm afraid the others are dead," stated Iona. "The orcs used them for target practice. We came upon you afterwards. We've haven't had a chance to cut them down yet."
Pain flashed through the dwarf's brown eyes. She closed them and stood perfectly still as she tried to contain her emotions. Per suddenly liked her better for the feelings she had.
"Another mark against the orcs for a debt they will repay," said the dwarf softly. "I was enroute to MarHaven. I have need of your assistance to get myself and my kinsmen's bodies there. You will be reimbursed for your time and efforts."
"I am Per and this is Iona," said Per, standing up. "We are also headed to MarHaven and will help you."
The dwarf inhaled sharply as she looked up at Per. "You're no human!" she accused angrily.
"Never said I was," answered Per. "I am the one who is going to get you to MarHaven safely." He pulled off his helmet. "I'm half-ogre and half-human. I've given you our names, which appears to be manners beyond the grasp of a dwarf."
"I'm Holina, daughter of Gola, not that the names would mean much to one such as you. Your manners would be strained, too, if you were trussed up like a chicken and the rest of your party killed."
Per took in a deep breath and let it out in a big sigh. "My apologies, Holina. You've been through an ordeal. Come, we can cut your kinsmen down and tie them over the horses."
"Apology accepted," said Holina contritely and even a little abashed. "My race has numerous grudges against orcs, goblins, ogres, and their ilk, and all for good cause. I'll go see what I can round up of our gear that the orcs haven't soiled yet."
"Prickly," murmured Iona as Holina walked away. "I've heard dwarves are that way, but I think she was also trying to apologize."
"Probably," commented Per.
They cut down the dwarves' bodies and tied them over the horses. Holina gathered together all the dwarf armor, weapons, and equipment that was salvageable. She did not touch anything belonging to the orcs and spat on their carcasses each time she walked by one. Once packed, the three of them headed towards the dwarven kingdom and made camp late that evening.
"Holina, can I ask you a question?" inquired Iona as the two of them sat next to the fire. Per had gone out for more firewood and was out of sight in the blackness of the forest.
"You just did," replied Holina, "but ask away anyway. I've got a few of my own for you."
"Very few dwarf women are seen outside of their realms, yet, here you are," stated Iona. "I was just wondering why, if you can tell me."
"There was a great upheaval in the underground world recently, which I suppose you know of," said Holina. Iona nodded. "Our realm was attacked as well as the city of Delta. We barely managed to beat back the assault and we heard that it was the same for the humans. My father sent me to Delta to talk with them and find out what happened."
"A person named Yayenski abducted Queen Shara from another kingdom to the north," said Iona. "He came here for some purpose and opened a crater in the middle of the forest. We think he managed to convince the races he came into contact with to attack Delta and, it sounds like, also your realm. According to a prophesy, there is an ancient spell that had a quota to be filled before it could be used."
"Well, if the quota was in blood and lives, there was certainly enough given in the attacks to satisfy even the most blood-thirsty. Why are you two here?"
"Per needs to rescue Queen Shara because he will probably be blamed for her abduction," said Iona. "I understand there is bad blood between the two of them, which would make Per the perfect suspect. We were headed to the crater to find a way to get to Yayenski, but it would have been a constant battle to get there. We were hoping that there might be underground passages from MarHaven, which would take us to the site. Yayenski is supposed to be underground now."
"There are undoubtedly passages," stated Holina. "Most of our battle took place underground. Our king would be the one to ask. He has maps of almost all the tunnels and caves for the surrounding area. Are you Per's woman?"
"I don't think Per belongs to any one woman," said Iona. "Why?"
"Well, to put it bluntly, I was wondering what the attraction was. No offense, but I know you humans have some pretty perverse tastes, of which Per is one example."
Per and his friends saved me and the group I was with after we had a run-in with a hobgoblin raiding party," said Iona flatly, her dislike for Holina evident on her face. "I owe him more than I can ever repay and Per is not your typical anything. Otherwise, he might have left you with your orc captors. Of course, I do like having his big, thick twelve-inch cock stuffed inside me. Maybe that's why your folk hate the big ones," and Iona held her pinkie finger straight up in the air.
Holina looked ready to bite nails. She shook her head and then rocked back laughing hard. Iona jumped, not expecting this reaction as she was all tensed up for a fight. Holina wiped the tears of mirth away from her eyes.
"Let me enlighten you," chuckled Holina. "My race puts on a dour, grim face in front of others, but we party and play hard amongst ourselves. My race may be short and squat, but that usually isn't the case of our men's private parts. They may not have much finesse, but they make up for it in gusto. I tell you what, I'll do something atypical for a dwarf. I'll keep an open mind about Per. Deal?"
"Deal!" said Iona with a smile. "I lied before. I've only had eight inches of him inside me."
Holina's eyes widened. "You mean, he really has... ?"
Iona held her hands up about twelve inches apart.
"Woof!" grunted Holina in amazement. The two of them both broke out laughing. Per, standing silently at the wood's edge, let out a silent sigh of relief.
It was four and a half days later before Per caught his first glimpse of MarHaven. The distant peaks had always loomed on the horizon, but now Per could pick out towers and battlements built into the mountain. A massive barbican with tremendous doors guarded the entrance into the underground dwarven realm.
When they were several hundred yards away from the barbican, Holina stopped them. Per could see numerous dwarves in chainmail lining the battlements. It was hard to tell their expressions because of their heavy beards and the distance. However, there was something very business-like about the way they were holding their crossbows, all seeming to point directly at Per.
"Listen up," said Holina, turning to face Per and Iona. "You need to wait here while I go inside. Take the bodies off the horses and lay them on top of the shields. Please try a little reverence when you do this. Otherwise, you may end up as pincushions."
Without saying another word, Holina turned around and walked into the cavernous opening as the gates were opened for her. Per and Iona looked at each other before going to untie the bodies and lay them out. When they were done, they sat on the ground, facing the barbican.
"You know, I'm sort of getting tired of waiting outside cities with dead bodies," quipped Iona.
"I know what you mean," replied Per. "I think that MarHaven isn't so much a city as an entire realm. My step-father, Tenan, told me some of the sagas of dwarves. Most of a dwarven realm is underground, stretching out a hundred miles in all directions."
"What do you think they will do?" asked Iona, with a nod towards the barbican.
"I don't know, but I'm keeping my helmet on until they show their intent. I don't want some hothead thinking my green hair could use a part in the middle made with a crossbow bolt. I may not be as lucky the second time around."
Iona did not reply and the two of them sat silently for the next hour. Except for a dwarf or two shifting his weight from one foot to another, nothing moved. The only sound Per could hear, beyond the normal sounds of nature, was the dwarf pendants flapping in the breeze. It was understandable that both Per and Iona jumped at the first loud deep boom of a drum.
Per and Iona scrambled to their feet as the drum continued to boom in a steady beat. The gates of the barbican swung open and out of the deep gloom of the barbican's entrance came nine dwarves. The leading dwarf was old, clearly seen by his craggy face and snow-white beard. He was dressed in brown robes and carried a double-edged axe in front of him. Six dwarves followed behind him dressed in chainmail, who in turn were followed by Holina and another dwarf.
Per was sure that the dwarf in front was a shaman or priest of some sort. The dwarf held the axe as if it were more of a symbol than a weapon. The dwarf walking beside Holina was wearing platemail. He had a salt and pepper beard, which was braided down the front and tucked into his belt.
The old dwarf stopped in front of the bodies as the six dwarves behind him walked up to stand beside the bodies. Each pair of dwarves picked up a shield with the fallen family member on it. The priest turned around and led the six back inside the barbican.
"My daughter says you saved her life, which is the only reason why I am talking to one such as you," said the dwarf standing beside Holina. "Personally, I think you'd look better minus two legs and a head."
"Father!" admonished Holina. "Just listen to him. Per, tell him about Yayenski."
"I'll tell him, but I'm sure most of it will go over his head," replied Per. "... maybe if he stood up on a soapbox."
"Per!" admonished Iona.
"Alright, enough of the sweet talk," said the dwarf. "I'm Gola, son of Haddir, Steward of the Eastern Spine. Tell your story."
Per told Gola of Queen Shara's abduction and how he had been trailing after her. He told him of Iona's involvement, how they got to Delta, and released her grandfather from his nocturnal hunting, and about Yayenski, the prophecy, and why he thought Yayenski was underground.
"You've been busy," said Gola grudgingly. "I have to admit that something shook up the entire Underworld. The Eastern Spine caught the brunt of it. I'd like to know how he got all the evil races to cooperate together in such a short time. We had no warning whatsoever."
"Maybe it was the effect of what he was trying to do," said Iona. "Whatever he is doing may have had a mass effect on the races because it needed that quota of blood or death."
"Your words fill me with no comfort," stated Gola gloomily. "You two had best come inside. King Ether should be arriving this afternoon with an army to bolster our defenses. He needs to hear this and he'll decide what to do. There'll be a feast, which you are invited to. Come."
Per and Iona followed Gola and Holina. Close up, Per could see the new and old scars on the massive stone blocks of the barbican. Eight horses could have walked side by side through the wide width of the doorway and the keystone of the arch towered high above Per's head. Inside the barbican's entrance, Per's eyes adjusted to the dim light and he could now see the tunnel that led into the mountain. A smooth stone floor traveled back several hundred yards before branching off in numerous directions. Pictures of great dwarven battles in carved relief lined the walls. Two dwarves wearing chainmail and carrying axes were waiting for Gola just inside the doorway.
"This is Horgli and Kalli," said Gola to Per as he headed down the tunnel. The two dwarves had fallen in behind Per. "They're your guards. I announced that you are not to be harmed, but there is always one stone-brained idiot who never heard the order. Also, if you cause us grief, they will kill you."
"Always nice to know where you stand," muttered Iona in a stage whisper.
"I find it prevents misunderstandings," replied Gola without turning around.
Per pulled off his helmet and looked back over his shoulder. The scowls on Horgli and Kalli's face deepened when they saw his green hair and violet eyes. They tightened their grip on their axes, but they did not say a word. They did not have to.
Gola led them around a bend and up a huge marble staircase. Light was reflected into the tunnel from airshafts and off large convex mirrors, illuminating their path. Gola soon stopped in front of a doorway.
"This is your room. Please, do not leave it," warned Gola. "The banquet will start after sundown, if the king arrives on time. I'll have someone come and get you."
Gola and Holina nodded goodbye to Per and Iona before turning away. Per and Iona went into their room, leaving their taciturn guards outside. The room was a large bedroom with a sitting room and a large hearth. Sunlight streamed in through a window. Per took a quick look outside and snapped his head back in even faster. Vertigo from looking straight down one thousand feet distorted his vision. The image in his mind was one of a tall tower, half embedded into the side of the mountain. As Per's queasiness and dizziness diminished, he wondered how much of the original mountain was left after the dwarves had finished their construction.
"Well, Per, do you think their king will help us?" asked Iona, flopping backward onto the bed. Per noted that the room furniture was human-size. The bed was large enough for both of them as long as he did not stretch out to his full height.
"I don't know," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I guess we'll find out in a couple of hours. Nothing we can do, but wait until then."
"Hmm, I wouldn't say there was nothing to do..." cooed Iona, arching one eyebrow.
"Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods!" chanted Iona a little bit later. Strands of cum stuck to her hair and white drops of semen dripped off her face. She was bent over a table, face-down, with her legs spread wide apart. Standing behind her grasping her hips was Per.
His two and a half inch thick dick plunged relentlessly into her stretched vagina and Iona was on her way to her fourth orgasm. Per's eyes were tinted red with his lust fully in control of him. Iona had licked and fondled his twelve inch cock until Per had spurted his thick, hot seed all over her face and tits. With her fingers vigorously rubbing her clit, Iona orgasmed as the same time as Per's first climax. She was always thrilled and amazed at the amount of cum Per produced. His lustcraze had taken over and he had been pounding her pussy for the better part of an hour.
Iona gasped for breath as her hands clutched the edges of the table. Her body glistened with sweat as her ass thrust backwards with each of Per's forward thrusts. Per's hands gripped her hips and, despite being overcome with lust, he never jammed more than eight inches of his cock into Iona's dripping slit. Iona's passion was spiraling upward uncontrollably and her body shook in anticipation of her imminent release. Her orgasms were getting bigger with each successive one.
Hissing between clenched teeth, the sexual tension in Iona's body had drawn her muscles as tight as a bowstring. Per was snorting as he rapidly fucked his massive cock in and out of Iona's steaming cunt. The table was rattling loudly from Iona's trembling and Per's increased pace. Iona felt her passion peak and screamed out loud as her orgasm overpowered her at the same time Per shoved his prick halfway into her and held it there. Per shook as he gushed and spurted a torrent of hot cum deep into Iona's womb. Each spurt seemed to set off another wave of ecstatic pleasure inside Iona because her body quaked with each surge of thick liquid seed. Iona could not stop trembling as her strength gave out and she collapsed onto the table as Per filled her to overflowing.
Per, his lustcraze burned off by his climax, was gasping for breath as he leaned over Iona and rested his hands on the table. His thick prick was still wedged inside her, but he could feel his cum leaking out around the edges and dribbling down her legs. Per inhaled deeply and pushed himself upright.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Wasted," moaned Iona blissfully, not even lifted her head up. "Pull out."
Per slowly flexed his hips backwards and felt his cock slid out of the warm, wet cocoon of her vagina. He shivered as the cool air hit his penis. Iona moaned as her overfilled womb began leaking streams of sperm down her legs. She shivered as a mini-orgasm coursed through her.
"We still have a little time left," said Per as he poured wine into a goblet. "How about a bath?"
"You go ahead," murmured Iona, still collapsed upon the table. "I'm too weak to stand up just yet. Just make sure you leave me some hot water."
It was a little while later, with both of them bathed and the sun sinking on the horizon, when Per lit the candles in the room. He was wearing a green tunic with dark brown pants. Iona was lounged on the sofa in a pale blue dress. Per blew out the match when there was a knock on the door. Iona got up and opened it to find Holina standing there with Horgli and Kalli behind her.
"My father has explained your mission to the king," said Holina as she entered the room. "You've been requested to present yourselves before him... if you will please follow me."
Per and Iona walked behind Holina with their guards right behind them. Holina led them down several torch-lit hallways and staircases. It seemed that she was leading them downward into the very heart of the mountain. They finally came out onto a long hallway that stretched out of sight both to their left and right. Iona gasped at the sight because the hall was a full fifty feet wide and twice that in height. In front of them stood two immense wooden doors with six dwarves standing guard in front of them. The dwarves bowed to Holina and pulled open the doors.
If Iona had been amazed before at the size of the corridor, she and Per were absolutely astounded at the chamber behind the doors. The word large was completely inadequate and huge did not even begin to cover it. Gargantuan was what sprang to Per's mind. Stone columns seemed to spring straight up from the floor to rise up to the dimly visible ceiling high above. Tables, chairs, and benches lined the floor and there was a raised dais in the center of the room. Dwarves of every age, sex and size were sitting at the tables and the noise was tremendous. Per, shaking his head to clear it, guessed that there had to be six to seven thousand dwarves in the chamber.
Holina laughed at the expressions on both Iona and Per's faces. She then led the way down a stone staircase to the floor of the chamber. Per and Iona followed her and were soon walking towards the dais. As they passed tables, the noise decreased as dwarves fell silent to watch them with wary, guarded expressions.
On the dais was a long table covered with a white linen cloth that draped over the sides to the floor. Per saw Gola sitting to the right of another dwarf. The dwarf beside Gola had snow-white hair and a beard that went down to his knees. A heavy gold crown encircled his brow and he was watching Per's approach with sharp eyes that missed nothing. Just before Per got to the dais, another younger dwarf stumbled out in front of him. Per stopped short as the young dwarf swayed back and forth in front of him.
"Shot is ish the one we havst to mind our manners for," slurred the dwarf drunkenly, waving a flagon of beer back and forth in front of Per.
"Jarla, sit down!" commanded Gola, half-rising out of his seat. "He's under my protection!"
"Ohhh, shot is big lummox needs protection?" taunted Jarla. "Wha's if I doosh tis?"
Jarla jerked his arm upward and the entire contents of his flagon splashed into Per's face. Iona and Holina screamed as they were caught in the splatter that came off Per's chest. Per shook the beer out of his eyes and spat out what had gone into his open mouth. The chamber was deathly quiet.
"Wha's you dinks of that?" sneered Jarla leaning in towards Per.
Per swung a roundhouse punch and his fist caught Jarla square on the chin. Jarla seemed to snap up straight onto his toes and he completely spun around twice. He stopped and swayed back and forth a couple of times before his eyes rolled up in his head and he crashed down to the floor. Benches and chairs scrapped back as every dwarf in the place stood up.
"HOLD!" commanded the dwarf king in a booming voice. He then turned a steely gaze at Per. "Is there some reason why you struck one of our kinsmen who was too drunk to know any better?"
Per licked the beer dripping off his mouth and smacked his lips appreciatively before saying, "Unless you tell me differently, I did what any sensible dwarf would do to someone who wastes good beer, Your Majesty."
Iona winched, sure that Per had just talked them into a nice stay in a dark, dank cell. She was startled when the king began laughing.
"Actually, you were a little more restrained than a dwarf would have been," laughed the king. "Someone get that sack of shit out of my sight and cut off, oh, let's say, six inches from his beard." Kalli and Horgli came forward and dragged Jarla away. "Come! Have a seat up here. More beer! Beer should be worn on the inside, not the outside!"
Per and Iona walked up to the top of the dais. A chair and a cushion were brought forth for them. Per sat on the cushion next to the king and found that their heads were at the same height. A large pewter stein full of beer and a platter of meat was placed in front of him. Iona declined the beer, taking a flagon of wine instead. Per took a swig of his beer and agreed with the king. The beer was much better on the inside. All the dwarves had sat back down and the banquet continued as if nothing had happened.
"Gola told me about your mission and how this Yayenski might be behind our troubles," said the king, before taking a bite out of a chicken leg.
"Yes, Your Majesty," replied Per. "The disruption caused by Yayenski has made it impossible to track him above ground. The deaths he has caused seems to have allowed his to obtain his goals. The only way I can get to him is underground."
"We dwarves do not put much faith in prophecies and dislike magic, apart from our forging and runesmithing," stated the king. "This disruption, as you put it, is far more wide spread than you know. Everything within one hundred miles of the crater was thrown into chaos. Old rivalries resurfaced. Races that were co-existing side by side are now at each other's throat. The army I brought here fought its way to the crater. It's a mile deep and went even deeper. The bottom caved in on itself and that way is no longer accessible. I think Yayenski is even deeper below the crater and closed the way after him."
"So there's no way to get to him?" asked Per.
"There may be," said the king, taking a swig of his beer. "I have an ancient map showing the way to a realm. The writing on the map says that the people of the realm offended a god. The god buried the land with earthquakes and volcanoes until the realm was no more. One pocket of that realm, about five miles in diameter, survived. I don't know how, but it was buried deep underground. The people who survived in the pocket fled the Underworld and made the map as they left. There are dire warnings on the map about disturbing what was in the pocket. By my best guess, it should be a cavern ten miles below the crater."
"Yayenski must have heard about it and went there to obtain something that may have been left behind," mused Per.
"My thoughts exactly," said the King. "The map is yours. My scribes are copying it even as we speak. We do not know what other disaster Yayenski may be courting if he is left alone. He must be stopped." King Ether sat back and sighed. "Enough of these gloomy thoughts... we're falling behind!"
The king lifted his stein to Per and proceeded to drink it all down in one gulp. Per followed suit and no sooner did he thump his empty mug on the table then Holina refilled it from a nearby pitcher. Per and Iona drank and ate and then drank some more. Musicians set up their instruments and played lively tunes to the approval of all. Per marveled that the music could be heard over the thousands of dwarves and throughout the entire hall. It was much later, after the king had finished his twentieth or thirtieth beer and was swaying in his seat, when Gola stood up and banged loudly on a gong. The chamber fell silent.
"Per... Iona, it's time for us married folk to retire," said Gola as the king was being helped to his feet. "You two are free to stay or go as you see fit."
Per looked over at Iona, who just shrugged. Her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling. Per smiled back and turned to face Gola.
"We'll stay if you don't mind," said Per.
Gola nodded and took the arm of his wife. There was a tenseness in the air as the couple walked towards the double doors. All the other married dwarves were filing out through various exits. Gola went up the stairs and out of the chamber.
Per was not ready for the joyful shout that went up as soon as the doors closed. The musicians began playing again and it seemed that half of the remaining dwarves got up to dance. The other half was guzzling down beer, mead, or wine. The partying became more raucous and rowdy. Per was feeling no pain after a short while later when a young dwarf asked Iona to dance.
Iona gulped down the rest of her wine and stepped off the dais. Per laughed as she joined in the crush of dwarves dancing on the floor. Iona laughed and cavorted as she danced to the heavy beat of the music. Per was not left to himself. Holina and other dwarven maids refilled his stein, talked to him about his life, and brought him platters of food.
It was a while later when Per found himself alone on the dais. Holina had gone off to refill the pitcher with beer, the other dwarven females and Iona were all out dancing on the floor. The banquet had become very boisterous and Per could not believe the amount of alcohol consumed by everyone. Per looked out past the mob of dancers and was suddenly startled halfway sober.
A female dwarf had climbed up onto a table and was lying down with her skirt raised up around her waist. A male dwarf had his pants down around his knees and was lying in between her legs, fucking her for all he was worth. Per looked around and saw hundreds of other couples, some threesomes and a couple of foursomes... all in various stages of erotic couplings.
Per was just about to stand up and get Iona when a pair of hands reached out from underneath the table. The hands grasped him about the hips and pulled him back down to a sitting position. Per looked down and saw Holina's brown eyes staring back up at him from under the linen cloth.
"No, you don't," she said. "This is my one chance and I've been thinking about your cock ever since Iona told me about it. Now, scoot your hips under here," and she began to tug at Per's pants to pull them down.
Per's alcohol-dulled mind was slowly registering what he was seeing. The banquet was dissolving into one huge orgy. Iona was still dancing, sort of. She had her partner's head pressed into her cleavage and his hands firmly gripped her ass. Iona laughed as she slapped her tits back and forth into his face. Per gasped as he felt a hand travel up his thigh and over the shaft of his penis.
"Torak's Beard!" cooed Holina as her hands continued to rub Per's cock through his pants.
Per opened his mouth to protest. He was pretty sure what Gola's reaction would be to this situation. His cock, however, did not recognize the danger and began to stiffen under Holina's ministrations. Holina gasped as its size increased and she undid Per's belt to try to pull his pants off.
"Aw, fuck it," thought Per as he laid down flat and lifted his hips up.
Holina yanked his pants down to his knees and inhaled sharply as she gazed upon the thick, long tube of hard cock. She quickly pulled off Per's boots and took his pants completely off. Still staring at his prick, Holina tore at the laces at the back of her corset and ripped off her skirt.
Holina's body was like all dwarves', short and broad. Her wide shoulders tapered down to her waist before flowing out at her hips. Her pubic hair was a thick, dark brown bush, which matched her braided hair. Her breasts, which had been completely hidden by her corset, were round, firm and big enough for two dwarf handfuls.
"Alright, let's get down to business," whispered Holina huskily.
Per sighed drunkenly in pleasure as her warm, soft hands took a hold of his hard cock. Holina began to stroke it slowly up and down its length, sliding her fingers from the base to the tip. Per hissed when one of her hands let go and traveled down to fondle his large, heavy balls. A little note flitted through Per's besotted mind and he craned his head around to see what had caught his attention.
The music had stopped and everyone had given up the pretext of dancing. Moans, sighs, groans, and gasps filled the air as the banquet degenerated into a fuckfest. Per spotted Iona off to one side of the dais. Her blue dress was folded over a chair and she was lying on top of a table. Her dancing partner was positioned between her legs and had her legs up over her head with her knees locked in place with his elbows. His cock was fucking her and Iona had her head bent back over the table's edge. She was holding onto the base of another dwarf's short, thick cock as she sucked and licked it.
Per's cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Holina's eyes glittered in glee as she rubbed the slick, viscous liquid all over Per's cock. Per inhaled as waves of pleasure shot down to his balls as the lubrication made it easier for her hands to slide up and down his shaft. Holina was kneeling close to his side and Per slid his hand down to the juncture of her legs.
Holina gasped when Per's fingers came into contact with her labia. She was wet and hot so Per's middle finger slid easily into her vagina. Holina moaned and ground her hips downward as Per's thumb contacted her clitoris. Slowly, his thumb rubbed back and forth over the sensitive nub causing Holina to shiver several times.
"Moradin's Hammer!" panted Holina as Per stretched out her pussy by inserting a second finger. "That's sooooo good! (huff... huff) Oh, yes! YES!!! (pant... pant) I'm so... so... close! Earth and rock!! I don't care who's watching!"
Holina took a firm grip on Per's prick, keeping it pointing straight up in the air. She stood up and stepped across his hips with one foot. Readjusting her grip on his cock, Holina squatted down so that it was aimed right at the entrance to her wet slit.
"Holina..." Per said warningly.
"Oh, shut up!" huffed Holina in her passion as she moved her feet slightly to move her position over his long, thick cock. "Dwarf dicks are built just like we are... short and thick. Our women have wide hips. I won't have any trouble with the width, just the LENGTH!!!"
Holina's last words were forced past her vocal chords as her neck muscles went taut and hyper-extended. She had bent at the knees and took four inches of Per's cock into her tight, wet cunt in one push. Her hands gripped the lower half of his shaft painfully as she tried to both accommodate and keep herself up off the large prick she had stuffed inside her.
"Maybe... ugh... maybe you... are... a little bigger... woff... around... than a dwarf," gasped Holina.
"Let go and lean down onto your hands and knees," grimaced Per through gritted teeth as the pain from her grip went from uncomfortable to throbbing. He placed his hands on her waist to help her.
Holina released her grip on Per's prick and leaned forward until she was resting on his chest. Four inches of his cock was still jammed up into her pussy and Per felt her vaginal muscles pulsating around his cock as they adjusted to his size. Holina was gasping heavily for a minute or two until her breathing slowed down. Per could feel her cunt loosen up around his shaft. Holina then got up on her hands and knees, and looked Per square in the eye.
"I got me an ogre and I don't plan to let go until I'm satisfied," she said as she began to rock back and forth.
"Half-ogre, ' corrected Per, savoring the delicious sensation of the hot, tight pussy fucking on his cock.
"Shut up!" growled Holina as she impaled herself backwards, taking in another inch and increasing the pace.
Per could not believe the vigor of Holina. After a few seconds, Holina was ramming herself back and forth on Per's hard prick. She had managed to take seven inches of his shaft inside her before she had bottomed out and was now fucking herself with it as hard and as fast as possible. Her meaty breasts bounced and danced each time she rocked. Per could feel his passion rising each time her tits slapped against his chest.
Holina's juices were running down her legs and over Per's hips. She was actually snorting as her pleasure burned brightly. Per knew she was close from the way her pussy was clenching at his cock. His own testicles were tight in sexual tension, just waiting for the release. Per was quivering in his attempts to suppress his climax until Holina orgasmed.
"Ahhhhhh!" gasped Holina as she thrust back and forth on the shaft splitting her. "I'm so... so... so close! I'm going... going... AAAGGGUUUHHH!!!!"
Holina rammed herself back hard, stuffing as much of Per's cock into her as possible. Her body shook uncontrollably when she orgasmed as Per's cock hit up against her cervix. Her juices gushed out as her vaginal muscles clamped down tightly around Per's prick.
The contractions around his shaft were all it took to send Per over the edge. A ripple seemed to originate in his toes and flashed up his legs to his balls. Per felt his testicles tighten and then gasped aloud as he felt his seed speed from his sac to the tip of his cock. His hips arched upward as all of his muscles spasmed involuntarily. His first spurt of gooey jizz seemed to be never-ending as he hosed it into Holina's waiting womb.
Holina grunted in surprise as the force with which Per had spurted his seed into her. She then cried out as her vagina filled, setting off another massive orgasm within her. Her pussy kept contracting each time Per spurted into her again and again and again. She finally just collapsed on his chest in exhaustion as jism leaked out of her over-filled cunt.
"Holina, please, get up!" Per heard Iona say in a worried voice.
Per had closed his eyes and snapped them open to focus his fuzzy, alcoholic gaze at Iona. Iona was naked and her entire body was coated in cum. She was pulling the semi-comatose Holina off him. Holina's cunt gaped open as she slid off his cock and white sperm now poured out of her to pool under her ass. Iona leaned down to Per.
"C'mon, Per," she cooed. "It's time for your second climax. I've got a hole just waiting for your cock."
Per sat up, swaying. His alcohol-stupor brain told him he did not have the lustful burn in his groin. He looked up at Iona, but she had moved. She was bent over the head table, wiggling her ass around in small circles at him.
"Over here, Per," she said.
It appeared that Iona wanted him away from Holina, but Per's mind could not comprehend why. Still, with a beautiful woman shaking her ass at him, Per pushed it from his mind and stood up behind Iona.
Per's cock was still hard and Iona moaned in delight as it easily slid into her drenched cunt. Slick liquids squished out as Per sank eight inches into her super-wet cunt.
"This must be sloppy tenths or elevenths," thought Per as his cock, usually a tight fit inside Iona, seemed small in her over-fucked vagina.
Per kept thrusting into Iona and, after a while, she growled in frustration. Iona had seen Per and Holina fucking like rabbits, but she had drunk too much and it was not until she saw Per climax that she remembered his lustcraze. She was hot and had orgasmed a couple of times, but still felt the need for a big one. Instead of raising her passion to a peak, the only thing Per's fucking was doing was raising her frustration level.
"Here," snorted Iona, pulling forward to make Per's hard cock slip out of her super-slick slit. She reached underneath with one hand to grasp his cum-coated prick. Iona then placed the tip against her asshole. "In here."
"You sure?" asked Per.
Iona hunched backwards. Her ass was covered with dwarf cum and Per's cock was slick. Iona's eyes bulged out as his thick shaft stretched her rectum wide open and six inches sank into her nether hole.
"HOOYAH!!!" gasped Iona as she began to pant heavily at the massive intrusion up her ass. She felt her passion soar through the painful pleasure. "Fuck me... slowly, but I want it all!"
Per began to slowly slide his large cock in and out of Iona's incredibly tight asshole. Her sphincter was stretched wide around the veiny shaft of his cock.
"Do you think she can take it all?" Per heard a nearby dwarf whisper to another.
"A case of Old Forge ale that she does," said the other one.
"Done!"
Per continued his slow assault into Iona's bowels. He ground his hips around in a circle, causing Iona to gasp as he expanded her asshole even wider and pushed another inch into her. Iona exhaled loudly when Per pulled his cock almost out of her ass, but inhaled sharply as he shoved it back in again. Her rectal muscles tightened as her bunghole was stretched apart. Per stopped when he had eight inches inside her. Iona's ass and leg muscles were taut and trembling against Per's massive intrusion.
Iona was panting heavily both in passion and pain as Per started to slowly fuck her up the ass. He slid his cock back and forth only a couple of inches while Iona became accustomed to his size. Soon, she started to hump back against him and her muscles loosened up. Per push another inch of his hard cock into her. With a gasp, Iona shoved back as Per thrust forward and then gritted her teeth as all twelve inches lodged deep into her rectum. Her sphincter was stretched wide around his prick and Iona actually got off on the pain. Shaking all over, she reached down between her legs and frantically rubbed her clit.
"Sweet... It looks like she has a tree stuffed up her!" exclaimed the first dwarf in awe.
"That's a case you owe me," said the second. "I'll catch you later. After watching this, I've got to get my rocks off!"
Per, his cock fully seated in Iona's ass, grasped her by the hips and began banging the entire length of his turgid shaft in and out of her anus. Iona's asshole felt incredibly tight around his cock, tighter even than Holina's delectable cunt. There must have been about a hundred dwarves around them shouting, "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!..." at each one of Per's thrusts. Only the dwarf that lost the bet looked disgruntled, but he watched with lust in his eyes.
Per's body was beginning to quiver as his sexual passion increased. His large balls were slapping up against Iona's dripping pussy and her slick fingers. Iona orgasmed again and was building up for a third one. Her fingers were flying back and forth across her clitoris as Per reamed out her asshole.
Per suddenly could not hold back anymore. With a bellow, he rammed his prick into Iona as his nuts tightened up painfully. Iona's eyes crossed both from the massive thrust into her ass and her third overwhelming orgasm. Her juices squirted out past her fingers as she felt Per's cock pulsate in her bowels. She gasped when she felt Per unload wad after wad of hot, thick, gooey sperm into her.
It seemed like Per's whole body was emptying itself into Iona's ass and he thought it would never end. It did, however, and Per, both weak-kneed and drunk, collapsed onto the floor. Iona had crumpled flat onto the table. Her asshole gaped open, a black hole into her bowels and leaking out a generous amount of white cum.
"You... huff, huff... over... your... gasp... lust," gasped Iona, licking her dry lips.
"It... never... never... happened," Per gasped back to her.
"Aw, shit!" Per heard Iona moan just before he passed out.