Perched on the Bloody Mound’s roof, mithril pick twisting in the heavy trapdoor lock. Heart hammers. Below, voices tease—naughty dwarf grumbling about trust. Then laughter. Moans. My curiosity spikes. I crane over the edge, sheer green tunic clinging to my tiny halfling frame. Nipples poke hard against fabric. Pussy already twitches.
Gardain’s voice booms: ‘Which of you gonna help with my armor?’ Clanks. Gasps. They strip him first. His thick dwarf cock springs free, veiny, rigid like forged iron. Balls heavy, swinging. Mella and Hermine peel off clothes, keep those slutty stiletto heels. Mella’s right tit berry matches mine—ripe, suckable. Hermine’s bush trimmed neat, lips puffy.
The Awakening Pulse
Excitement surges. Forbidden. Monster lurks below, could eye-beam us all. But this? Pure transgression. My hand trembles on the lock. Climax builds just watching. Juices soak my thighs. I bite lip, stay silent. Rogue’s stealth my edge.
Mella drops back in grass, legs spread wide. Cunt glistens, pink folds begging. Hermine straddles reverse, elf ass high. They dive in—tongues lashing clits, slurping nectar. Wet smacks echo. ‘Fuck, your pussy tastes sweet,’ Mella mumbles into Hermine’s slit. Dwarf kneels behind Mella, grips hips. Spits on his fat cockhead. Rams in slow. Her hole stretches, grips him tight. He grunts, thrusts steady. Balls slap ass.
Krill hoists Níniel, her demi-elf legs wrap his waist. He impales her on six inches of barbarian meat. She gasps, nails dig shoulders. They grind, sweat-slick bodies fused. Tongues battle in hungry kiss. Up-down pumps, her juices drip down his shaft.
Raw Forbidden Release
Can’t hold back. Fingers dive under skirt, into my dripping halfling cunt. Two slip easy, knuckle-deep. Thumb grinds clit. So swollen, throbbing. Match their rhythm. Watch dwarf’s ass flex, pounding Mella while she laps Hermine. Elf bucks, cums first—shrieks muffled in pussy. Mella follows, walls clench dwarf cock. He roars, pumps seed deep.
Krill spins Níniel, pins her against mound side. Fucks harder, savage. Her tits bounce, heels scrape dirt. I finger-fuck faster, free hand pinches my berry-nip. Heat coils tight. They peak—barbarian floods her, she quakes, screams joy.
My orgasm crashes. Knees buckle. Gush soaks hand, thighs quiver. Waves rip through tiny body. Hold breath, silent cum. They pant, dress oblivious.
Trapdoor clicks open. I sit casual, legs crossed. Hide slick fingers. ‘Done,’ I smile. They climb up, clueless. Dwarf eyes me wary—did he sense? Thrill lingers. Secret mine. Stole more than lock—voyeur high, pussy still pulsing. Down we go, scepter awaits. But this forbidden peek? My darkest rush. No one knows. Society’d judge. Here, anonymous, I own it.