Chapter 1: Dwarf-Queen's Reward

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Acolyte Sophia – The Lost Mines of Khragorath, Fallen Kingdom of Modan

We were closer to our goal. We had defeated the wraith of the dwarf-queen Kazodi and claimed the adamantium ore we needed to reforge the High King’s sword. The ore was safely stored in Angela’s satchel with the first piece of the blade. We had four more pieces to find, plus three more prophesied companions, and we had to kill the minotaur and use its heart to power the reforging.

The famed, mighty, bull-headed son of the warrior god Gewin.

It was almost as difficult to accomplish as killing the dragon Dominari, the whole goal of our quest. And we had enemies. Everyone wanted to stop us. Someone hired a dark warlock named Fireeyes to kill us, and that barguest pack that attacked us behaved unusually. And there were the erinyes, the demigoddess daughters of Slata. The goddess didn’t want the sword reforged. She hated High King Peter, and cursed him and his descendants to have only daughters.

It ended the High King’s empire when he died. He had no sons to inherit, only Lily, Angela’s ancestor.

I paused before the skeletal corpse of one of the dwarven miners killed hundreds of years ago by Kazodi when she became a wraith. She had stolen the dwarf’s soul and his body had fallen comatose then eventually died. The glowing ball of pink light I summoned with my divine magic illuminated the skeleton. The figure was squat, wearing rotten leathers, wisps of his beard remained.

“Sorry you didn’t get your soul back like Faoril did,” I told him. “But I’m sure your soul is happier now that it’s passed on to the Astral Realm. Now you can live out your eternity in peace. I imagine you’re in Krab’s domain, happily forging or mining or building things.”

I really didn’t feel right peeing by the corpse. I had slipped off from the rest of the group as we made our way back up to the surface. The mines were safe. The wraith exorcised by my magic, with an assist from Chaun the changeling bard.

I had to admit he was useful, even if I couldn’t quite shake the feeling he was untrustworthy.

I moved past the skeleton and squatted down to make my water. I hated the way the liquid’s splash echoed through the dark tunnels. It was creepy down here. The ceilings were low and the stone felt like it wanted to swallow me up at a moment’s notice.

A bony scrape came from behind me.

My pussy clenched and my heart thudded. A skeletal hand grasped my shoulder. My body froze as I stared at the bony fingers of the dead dwarven miner. It had come to life. A skeleton animated by a dark spirit.

A whimper escaped my voice and a final spurt of pee splashed on the ground.

“Why, aren’t you a lush morsel,” a voice said, low and gravely. Only it wasn’t a male’s voice, but a woman trying to sound masculine.

“Angela?” I demanded, whirling around. Angela stood holding the dwarf’s hand, a big grin on her face. I stared at her and shook my head. “What was that? Saphique’s lactating tits, that frightened me.”

“But you’re just such a lush morsel,” Angela continued in her gravely, faux-male voice. “I couldn’t resist.”

“While I was peeing?” I demanded and stood up, letting my robes fall down my hips. I muttered a quick prayer to cleanse my pussy. “Are you okay?”

Angela let out a giggle. She sounded drunk. I cocked my head and studied her. She was naked. She had stripped out of her armor, so that explained why I didn’t hear her, but it didn’t explain why she was acting so weird.

“Angela, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, brandishing the skeletal arm at me. “I feel fine. Wonderful, even. And I saw you, my lush morsel, and I just had to enjoy you.”

“Angela,” I groaned.

“Mmm, just so lush.” She giggled again. She dropped the skeletal arm and squeezed her tits together. “Don’t you just love my big tits. I love them. They’re so nice and soft. Ooh, yes. Want to touch them?”

“Not right now,” I said. “I really don’t feel sexy right now. My heart’s still pounding from your scare.”

“Sorry.” She laughed again, her big tits jiggled. “But I have to have you right now. I smelled how delicious you are.”

“Delicious?”

“Your pussy.” She inhaled. “Mmm, yes, your pussy. Such a delicious treat.”

I squeaked as Angela pinned me against the wall. Her breasts pressed against my robe. Her right hand pinned both my arms above my head. I didn’t fight her. She was my mistress. And it seemed like she wanted to play.

Angela’s lips pressed hard on mine. I moaned into the kiss. I savored her tongue. It was so dexterous, swirling about my mouth. I groaned, a twinge of excitement banishing my annoyance at her stupid choke. Her breasts did feel nice.

I slid my hands up to cup them. I squeezed them both and moaned into her mouth again. My fingers sank into her flesh. They felt softer than usual, more pillowy. I shuddered as my excitement grew. They were fun to squeeze and play with.

Angela’s hands opened my robe. She stroked my flesh, sending wonderful tingles down to my pussy. My juices flowed. They trickled down my thighs. I groaned and undulated, pressing my hot flesh against her naked groin and rubbing against her clit.

“Mmm, that delicious scent,” moaned Angela. “I love that scent. I must devour that scent.”

“I’m not going to stop you, Mistress,” I moaned.

“Mistress.” Angela giggled. “Funny word. Mistress.”

I frowned as Angela fell to her knees before me. Her hands pushed my thighs apart. What was wrong with her? Had she snuck down a keg of beer that I hadn’t noticed. Or was there something else down here. Had she been hit by a creature’s—

Her tongue buried into my pussy, driving away thoughts. Pleasure burst out of me. That tongue was amazing. Angela licked so hard and fast. Her tongue danced through my folds. It slid and curled, caressing all the wonderful spots inside of me. It felt so flexible and nimble.

“Angela,” I panted. “Yes, yes, you can have all my pussy juices. You can devour them all.”

Angela moaned in delight as she devoured me. Her head moved as she wiggled her tongue deeper into me. Her right hand slid up and brushed my belly piercing before reaching my small tits. She pinched and played with my nipples as she tongued me.

“Ooh, you produce more juices when I do this,” Angela moaned and twisted my nipple.

“Uh-huh,” I panted as the excitement ran down my body. I groaned and closed my eyes, shuddering against the pleasure. “It’s nice. Keep pinching and licking me, please, Mistress.”

“Mistress.” She giggled then buried her tongue back into her snatch.

Her left hand reached around me. Her fingers probed into my butt-crack and brushed my sphincter. My pussy clenched and I moaned in bliss. Angela purred, lapping up my juices. Her finger circled my sphincter.

“Another hole,” Angela said. “Wow, how interesting. Such a different flavor.”

“What?” I panted, the pleasure surging through my mind.

“Do you like this? Will this make you produce more juices?” Her finger slid into my bowels.

“Yes,” I panted. “You know that. I love to have my ass played with.”

“Delightful.”

Angela fingered my asshole, twisted my nipple, and devoured my pussy with that amazing tongue. My hips undulated, grinding my hot cunt on her face. Her tongue wiggled deeper and deeper. I had never felt a woman’s tongue caress that far into my pussy.

It was wonderful.

Her finger probed deeper and deeper into my bowels, fucking in and out, stimulating both my holes. Her fingers playing with my nipple engulfed the nub, undulating around it, stretching and teasing me. I tossed back my head, loving her touch.

“Oh, yes, Angela, that’s it. I’m going to cum and give you so much juices.”

“Yes. Please, I need them. They’re so yummy.”

My eyes rolled back into my head. My asshole clenched down on her finger. Her tongue licked all the way up to my cervix. It was so thick, my pussy stretching around it. My flesh clenched as the pleasure grew inside of me.

Her stimulations teased me to my climax.

The pleasure burst out of my pussy. A flood of juices squirted into her hungry mouth, bringing a deep moan of satisfaction from Angela. The pleasure rippled out of my body, heading straight to my mind and inundating me with bliss.

“Saphique, yes. Thank you for gifting women with bodies that can feel such delights.”

My moans echoed back at me. I shuddered. Her tongue was so thick, almost like a dildo fucking in and out of me. My pussy convulsed about the amazing organ as my pleasure kept flowing through me. My asshole burned, stretched open as she shoved a second and third finger into my bowels. My body heaved as a second orgasm burst through me.

“So much juices,” Angela moaned despite her tongue fucking deep into my cunt. “Just delicious. I love it. I need more.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll give you more. Keep fucking me with your tongue. Oh, wow, that’s an amazing tongue. How did you make it so big? Oh, yes.”

Knight Errant Angela

“What is taking her so long to empty her bladder?” I asked, peering into the darkness in the direction Sophia went.

A low moan answered. I frowned. “Xera, what is she doing?”

“Masturbating,” the elf said, stroking her hard cock. It had sprouted this morning, and she seemed very distracted by it despite Faoril and I doing our best to help her out.

“Just masturbating? That’s really not like her.”

“Uh-huh,” Xera groaned. “Her moans excited me. I ... there’s someone with her.” “What? Who?”

Xera turned to me. “Why, you.”

“How can I be with her?” I demanded, my sword ripping out of my sheath.

“I don’t know.” The elf let go of her massive cock. It was as big as Thrak’s. The elf turned, her large breasts and dick jiggling. “Something is pretending to be you and fucking her.”

“Pater’s cock. Faoril, I need your light.”

“Yes,” the mage said, sending a globe of light shooting off as I dashed down the side shaft. Xera and the rest of the group followed.

“Sophia, I’m coming,” I shouted. “Hold on.”

Acolyte Sophia

“So delicious,” Angela moaned. She rose, her naked breasts dragging across my body. She licked her lips. Her tongue looked normal size.

“Yes,” I smiled. “How did you make your tongue so big?”

“Tongue?” Angela cocked her head. “But I need more juices. I must stimulate you even more.”

The flesh around her groin moved like molten wax, sprouting into a thick, fleshy shaft, almost like a rudimentary cock. My eyes widened in shock. Angela seized me, her entire body rippling. Her breasts pressed against my tits and oozed around them, sucking and teasing my nipples while her fleshy appendage rammed into my pussy.

“What are you?” I gasped as my cunt was stretched full by her appendage.

“Angela.”

“No, you’re not,” I groaned as the appendage stretched out my pussy. It pulsed and undulated inside of me, caressing my flesh. Angela’s lips met mine. My tart juices lingered. I moaned as her lips sealed about mine, making a waxy seal. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, long and sinuous, undulating around as it explored.

My nipples were sucked and played with by her malleable flesh. Her arms slowed down to my ass, spreading about my cheeks. Another flesh appendage pressed into my bowels. I moaned and shuddered as I was double penetrated by oozing tentacles.

She was an ooze, like the orange blob that had fucked Angela and me a few days past.

My body shuddered in the creature’s embrace. Every inch of my pussy and bowels were stimulated. The ooze feasted on me. It speared both my holes. My toes curled as the pleasure rippled through me. I bucked in the ooze’s embraces.

I loved it.

The ooze’s appendages filled my cunt and bowels. They stimulated me by pulsing, growing larger and smaller. It was so different than being fucked by a shaft. My eyes closed as I moaned into our kiss. More of the ooze molded around the rest of my pussy, caressing my folds and stimulating my clit.

I bucked as the ooze engulfed my clit and contracted and pulsed on it, almost sucking my nub like a mouth. My pussy and bowels clenched on her appendages. I shuddered, drinking in the pleasure as another orgasm swelled inside of me.

“So delicious,” the ooze moaned in Angela’s voice. I didn’t know how it spoke. “Yes, yes. Give me your juices. I need more.”

“Sophia,” a second Angela shouted.

Out of the corner of my eye, the entire party raced forward, the real Angela at the lead, her flaming hair flowing behind her. She looked so beautiful in her chainmail loincloth and half-breast plate cupping her big tits.

“Ohh, such sweet juices. I’m so close to my orgasm,” ooze-Angela moaned.

I shuddered, moaning into the kiss. I humped against her. The ooze held me. Spreading my thighs apart. Fleshy tentacles wrapped about my thighs, caressing them, adding one more bit of stimulation to the bliss brewing in my pussy.

“Sophia,” Angela said. “Are you okay?”

“She looks more than okay,” Faoril said. “Look at her eyes.”

I moaned and shuddered. My orgasm burst through me. Everyone watched the ooze fuck my body. I heaved in the ooze’s embrace. Her sucking flesh and pulsing appendages stimulated every spot on my body. My toes were tickled and sucked by her tentacles, my nipples twisted, my clit caressed, and my pussy and asshole fucked hard.

The pleasure burst through me. Rapture rushed through every part of my body. I gasped and trembled in the monster’s embrace. My pussy juices flooded out while the ooze moaned her enjoyment, drinking up my pleasure.

“What is that thing?” Angela asked. “It sort of looks like me.”

“It was a mimic ooze,” Faoril supplied.

A wonderful ooze.

The appendages pulsed faster and faster in me. I trembled and my toes curled as the ooze stimulated my body. More pleasure crashed through me. Stars flashed through my eyes. My head tossed back in orgasmic delight.

And then the ooze let me go. It flowed away from me. I slid to the ground, gasping and panting, my entire body buzzing with delight. “That was amazing, ooze.”

The ooze became a mass of tan jelly. It pulsed and shuddered, then split in half. Two oozes undulated away, one slithering past the real Angela who gripped her sword and swallowed, clearly not sure what to do.

“Oh, Angela, you missed out this time,” I moaned.

“I really need to be fucked by an ooze,” Faoril muttered. “Look at her, Xera.”

“Uh-huh,” the elf said and stroked her dick.

“Xera,” I groaned, “don’t jerk your cock off while staring at me.” I should close my robes, but it was so hard to move. I was so satiated. Even Thrak and Chaun stared at me, their cocks straining their kilt and pants respectively. “But, yes, that was amazing.”

“She didn’t hurt you?” Angela asked, bending down.

“Only fucked me.” I smiled at Angela. “It was so hot. I wish you could have experienced it with me.”

“Me, too,” Angela smiled. “Well, we did have the bath.”

I laughed and hugged her, giving my lover a hot kiss while my hard nipples pressed against the cold steal of her armor. I was still horny. I had cum hard, but it left me wanting to lick pussy of my own. I loved giving as much as receiving.

Angela broke the kiss. “That will have to wait. Your pee break has lasted long enough.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And I’ll have to spank you for letting an ooze molest the pussy I own.”

My smile grew. “Of course, Mistress.”

“Mater’s cock, that’s hot,” panted Xera.

Xerathalasia – Shevan, Fallen Kingdom of Modan

My dick ached as we stood before the massive doors that led back to the dwarven city of Shevan. They had built the massive door to keep out the wraith and quarantine the mines. The adamantium found in the mines had been the source of their wealth. Without it, the dwarves had retreated underground and cut off contact with the outside world.

“Come on,” I whispered. I needed to cum so badly. I had barely had a chance to enjoy Faoril and Angela this morning. We had marched all day through the mines, eager to get out. I knew we would have rooms for the night and I would enjoy the two women.

Tomorrow would be better. I wouldn’t be quite as horny and desperate to fuck.

My toes curled on the naked ground. My sensitive ears heard the dwarves moving on the other side of the thick metal. Then there was a series of loud clicks as the massive mechanism for the door operated. It creaked slowly open, revealing the seven dwarven husbands of Queen Barzidi.

“You survived,” Azken, the first husband and spokesdwarf, said. “Admirable.”

“Thank you for letting us into the mines,” Angela smiled.

“You payed for it.” Azken glanced at Thrak. “My wife has been most eager for your return. She has fucked herself with a massive dildo for the last few days, giving us relief from her appetites.”

“We are most thankful for that,” Erkaz, another husband, said, bowing low so his beard almost touched the ground. “It has allowed us to be most productive without her lusts distracting us.”

“Dwarves are weird,” Sophia muttered.

I agreed. Who didn’t like sex? Beside male dwarves. Their poor women must suffer so.

“Come, our wife will want to see you,” Azken grunted.

The dwarves turned. Each wore fine chainmail armor and carried axes on their belt. Behind us, the soldiers of Shevan closed the door. It boomed shut, sealing off the mines again. My eyes went to the palace. I couldn’t wait to find my room.

There were no female dwarves to be seen in the city. Only male dwarves going about their labors. Female dwarves were a minority, only one in seven births was a girl, but none were outside their houses. The male dwarves seemed happy, singing songs as they worked. They were all busy. None lounged around. Even the dwarven children worked instead of play, though they had big smiles on their beardless cheeks.

We reached the massive palace. Queen Barzidi awaited on her throne, her body naked save for the myriad gold jewelry she wore. Dozens of necklaces, set with precious gems, draped across her lush breasts. Though she was shorter than any human, she was proportioned to be a busty, curvy beauty, unlike the stouter dwarves. Her thighs were spread wide, and a massive dildo made of solid gold stretched her cunt.

“You’re back,” Queen Barzidi moaned in delight as she pumped the thick dildo in and out of her cunt.

My dick ached. Her pussy looked so tiny and tight.

“Thank you for letting us into the mines, your Majesty,” Angela said, bowing when we reached the front.

“Did you see the monster?” Queen Barzidi asked.

“And exorcised it, your Majesty,” Sophia answered. “It was a wraith, the poor, tortured spirit of Queen Kazodi driven mad by the death of her seven husbands.”

“So the mines are safe?” moaned Queen Barzidi. “Truly?”

“Yes,” Angela said.

“Wonderful. Did you hear that husbands?”

“We will investigate,” Azken said. “See if their claims hold merit.”

“Good, good. Mmm, but they deserve rewards. I know what I can...” Queen Barzidi’s eyes widened. “You have a cock.”

She stared right at me and my naked, erect cock.

The dwarf queen licked her lips. “You have a huge cock and you’re a woman. You’re like a gnome, but so tall.”

“I am an elf, your Majesty.”

“Azken, given them sufficient gold as my thanks,” gasped Queen Barzidi. “I shall thank the elf personally. She shall enjoy it.” She pulled out the dildo, covered in her juices, and set it down by her throne. “Elf, your reward shall be to lie with a queen.”

My dick ached as I stared at that naked pussy gleaming between her slim, spread thighs. Her pink hole clenched and relaxed as the queen undulated on her throne. She was a duel-sexed humanoid, like Angela and Faoril. I could fuck the Queen without risking impregnating her. It wasn’t cheating on my pregnant wife.

“I would be honored to fuck your queenly cunt,” I moaned, stroking my dick. My pussy clenched. Juices trickled down my thighs.

“Then approach and let me inspect that beautiful cock. Ooh, a woman with a dick. I had heard of hermaphroditic races, but I feared they were only tall tales. But you, elf, you are gorgeous.”

I marched to the throne. Her round tits jiggled beneath her golden necklaces. Her jewelry clinked and chimed as she undulated, creating a delightful song. The scent of her musk filled my nose. My ears twitched as I savored the aroma.

I stopped before her throne. Her small hands seized my cock. She could hardly wrap them about my girth. Her fingers were so tiny. Her tongue licked her pursed lips. She brought them to my cock. She couldn’t open wide enough to swallow me, but that didn’t stop her from sucking.

“Yes,” I panted as the dwarven queen worshiped my dick. Her mature, though tiny, body undulated beneath me. Her tongue bathed the crown, then probed into my slit.