A Gnomish Dilemma Ch. 03

"The Great Mage Indus, Member of the Council of Tirisfal, Ambassador of the Gnomes. It was her voice that convinced the Council to join together to create the First Guardian of Azeroth, Alodi."

Those words echoed through her mind as she posed that afternoon. This time in the full robes and regalia Humphrey had collected. How was it that she, a simple whore from Ironforge was representing the heroine of the gnomes? She felt honored and unworthy. But she also felt pride.

That night as she washed before bed she asked Humphrey.

"Why did you really choose me over all other gnomes?"

Humphrey smiled. "You looked right. Your body is beautiful, your proportions and stance, the way you carry yourself, you just seemed like the perfect flesh and blood example of the mental image I had decided upon. But probably the most important item was your face. You are so pretty. Yet your eyes can be serious. Claire had less joy in her face, Birdee had no seriousness at all. The only thing wrong is the hair. I have a wig coming in a day or two for you to wear."

Shannon dried off and climbed into the bed. She started kissing and stroking his cock and smiled as it swelled. It always amazed her to watch it go from flaccid or barely awake to erect and stiff. To feel it grow and transform in her hands and know that it was because of her, well, that was thrilling. She soon had him nice and rigid. Tonight she had another adventure in mind. Shannon stood, turned and bent over.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Humphrey!"

He knelt behind her and pushed his knob into her already wet folds and she moaned as he stretched her pussy. Shannon held onto the bedpost as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh... golly that's deep! You're so fucking huge! Oh yeah, that's it! Mmmmnnnn yeah. Fuck me, baby!"

She let him fuck her for a while like this, then begged him to stop before he could cum.

"Not yet, baby, not yet. Damn my pussy's sore. So we're gonna change things up."

Shannon grabbed some lotion from her jar and coated his cock liberally, smiling at him. Then she turned around and bent over again.

"Fuck my ass, Humphrey!"

"What!?"

"Fuck my ass! Come on, have you never had a piece of ass?"

"N-No, never. Won't it hurt?"

"Not if you're lubed and gentle. Just push it in slowly. Come on. Fuck me in the ass, please?"

Humphrey positioned himself and pushed his cock against her sphincter. There was a lot of resistance at first and Shannon had to push back against him. Finally, he slid in and she squealed. Slowly he pushed deeper and Shannon struggled not to scream. Yes, it hurt some, but she knew it was going to be worth it once she relaxed. It was just so big! At last, she was straining less and as her muscles relaxed the pain became pleasure. Shannon couldn't explain it, but since she had experienced her first anal penetration, she had become fond of it. The feeling of her ass being stretched and filled was oddly pleasing. And, if paired with other stimuli, very, very satisfying.

Humphrey couldn't believe she was taking his cock, all of his cock. She relaxed as he slid in and tightened her sphincter as he pulled out. As if reluctant that he should leave. And gods was she tight then! He knew he couldn't last and just a few minutes later warned her.

"Do it! Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Cum in my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Shannon shouted as she fingered herself.

When Humphrey came it was a big load and he filled her ass. She squeezed his cock and he groaned as each spurt had to force its way to freedom. This heightened his pleasure and he cried out.

Shannon felt his cock spasming with each spurt and the hot cum filling her ass thrilled her. She furiously masturbated and as her own orgasm flowed outward from her pussy, her muscles jerked and twitched and her voice joined his.

When they separated, Humphrey fell back onto the bed. Shannon sank to her knees, still clinging to the bedpost with one hand, the other cupping her womanhood. She gasped,

"G-golly that was incredible!" Shannon turned to face him, smiling. "What do you think?"

"I can't believe I really fucked a gnome in her ass..." Humphrey muttered.

Shannon giggled, "Believe it bub. You did it and I loved it." She kissed him, then laid her head on his shoulder. Inwardly she too was amazed. His was by far the largest cock she had ever had in her ass. She had expected it to be painful but pleased to find that it was doable and enjoyable. She couldn't wait to tell Birdee, she thought, smiling. Claire refused all anal play but she and Birdee didn't mind it at all. Yes, Birdee was more experienced, but Shannon was thrilled by her own accomplishment. As she drifted off to sleep, the thought occurred to her that she liked, really liked being a whore.

A few days later though, Shannon had another issue on her mind. Humphrey was getting better at sex and the fucking was great, but she believed she was holding him back from finishing his work. He was coming up with new poses or changes to existing poses. She was back to posing naked again and when she inspected his work, it was different. It was more sensual, erotic and sometimes raw. She sensed that he was becoming infatuated with her. He had begun chiseling on the stone, but not achieving much. Finally Shannon realized that he had all the drawings and studies he needed. It was time for her to go. She tried to discuss it with him but Humphrey dismissed the idea and walked away.

Shannon wrote him a letter:

"Dearest, sweetest Humphrey, you have been the most wonderful host and employer. You have been an even better lover. I wish we had more time to make love and no pressure on us to finish anything, but sadly, you do. The truth is, that as long as I stay, you will delay. So I must go. You have everything you need to finish your Indus works. Oh, how I long to see them! I will gaze at them and not only see the master's hand but remember the master's touch, kiss and, well, loving embrace. The things we've experienced will never fade from our minds. I will cherish the memories, as I hope you will too.

Until someday...

Shannon"

While Humphrey was in the barn, she placed the letter on his pillow. Shannon pulled an intricately carved stone from her bag and sighed. She had been given this hearthstone by Gertie as a means to escape if need be but had not expected to truly use it. Shannon focused her thoughts on Gertie's Place and began to rub the stone while chanting the spell. There was a flash of golden light and she found herself standing in the kitchen of the dwelling she called home. The room was empty save for Gertie who was sitting at the table with two cups of tea.

"Been waitin' fer ya. Sit, tea's gettin' cold."

Shannon half expected Humphrey to pursue her and when he didn't she was both pleased and disappointed. Time passed and she settled into her routine. Of course, everyone was happy to see her and all her regular customers elated that she had returned. She told Birdee and Gertie everything, and the rest of the girls got a shorter version. And more time passed. Whenever Shannon had a quiet moment to reflect, she wondered about him.

A year had passed since her return and as Shannon came down to breakfast there was a hubbub in the kitchen. A large package was on the table.

"Came first thing this morning," Gertie said. "Addressed to you Shannon."

"Me?"

"Yup. Better open it. Until it's off the table, breakfast ain't gettin' on the table."

Taking a knife Shannon carefully slit the twine bindings and everyone pulled at the oilcloth and paper wrappings. It was a painting of her. Life-sized and framed, ready to hang. She gasped as Corra and Norra stood it up. The painting depicted Shannon, naked and standing in a shallow tub, bathing. A cloth in her right hand was over her left breast, the other displayed. Her left hand was covering her mound. Her chin was down and she gazed at the viewer from under her eyebrows as she shyly bit her lower lip. Everyone stared, then slowly turned to look between the painting and the model. Shannon blushed.

"Wow!" Birddee said. "It's, I mean, you're beautiful!"

Everyone agreed and the praise for the artist and the model rose to a clamor.

"Hush!" Gertie said and everyone stopped mid-sentence. "What do you want to do with it, Shannon?" She asked.

"Do? I dunno..."

"Well let me make a suggestion," the old gnome scratched her chin a moment. "If you agree, I'd like to hang it in the great room. Maybe behind the bar... Yes, I think it would look good there."

"Really?"

"Yup. Oh, and a letter came with it. Here."

As everyone sat down to eat, Shannon went into the hallway and opened the letter.

"Shannon, I was very angry when you left. It was a few days before I recognized that you were right and I returned to my work. There are now to be three paintings. One each for Ironforge, Dalaran, and Lady Jaina Proudmore has requested one for Theramore. And of course the statue for Stormwind. I have finished the paintings first as, of course, the statue will take much longer. I spent many nights dreaming of you and drew many sketches from memory. This was my favorite and I have rendered it in oils as a gift to you for your inspiration... and your companionship. Maybe, when my work is complete, I will visit Ironforge again.

Your Sweet Humphrey"

That evening the great room was abuzz as customers of all races admired the painting. Many, indeed too many, were trying to book Shannon. After a discussion, Gertie agreed to allow customers to book Shannon for half hour sessions with a half hour off in between. Shannon managed nine bookings that night and made a bundle. The next two nights were much the same. Gertie decided to investigate getting artworks of the other girls if the artists were affordable or willing to trade their work for sex.

A few days later there was a commotion in Ironforge among the gnomes and word reached them that the painting of Indus had been hung in the Hall of Mysteries in the Mystic Quarter. Gertie, Birdee, Claire and Shannon went to see it. There was a huge crowd of people filling the Quarter. It seemed like every gnome in Dun Morogh was there! Finally, they reached the hall and gazed up at the painting.

It was breathtaking. Indus looked alive, vibrant and powerful. Of course, Gertie and the girls recognized Shannon's face beneath the green ram's horns hairdo, but no one else seemed to. In the background of the painting were onlookers and Shannon realized that she and Humphrey were depicted there. She suddenly wanted very much to be in his arms again.

Then they overheard a few of the Mages conversing next to them.

"Yes, it is amazing work indeed. She seems ready to leap from the canvas."

"What about the statue?"

"Well, I've seen the work, though it is far from finished. He has only completed the upper front so far. But it seems Indus is reaching out from the rock, almost growing from it."

"Did the artist deliver this himself?"

"Oh no, it was delivered by members of the Stormwind Guard in the dead of night. The artist is sailing to Theramore to deliver a painting to Lady Jaina. Archmage Modera has already fetched the one for Dalaran..."

Shannon had hoped that Humphrey would deliver it himself and was saddened by the news, but worse was to come. As they were leaving the Mystic Quarter and heading for the Bank, a Crier was riding about shouting the latest news.

"The Horde has bombed Theramore! The city is gone! Casualties too high to count!"

Shannon collapsed. Gertie and the others got her home again but it was a few days before she would sit down with the old gnome for a private conversation.

"What are you going to do Shannon? Are you wanting to return to work or take some time off?"

"I don't know Gertie. I thought about going back to see the studio and the statue, but somehow I know that wouldn't help. I really need to start working again, but it's going to be hard to pretend I'm happy."

"Yes, you should get back to it. But no one expects you to act like nothing happened. We can start you out with fewer bookings, mostly your regular clients. They really miss you, you know."

"Yes, I guess so."

"Seems to me you should be looking at this from the other side."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you had a chance to do something really special. And you met someone really special. And something really special came out of it. So instead of feeling sad all the time, be glad you got to enjoy the really special stuff. Don't forget it or bury it. Remembering is how really special people stay with us. Treasure it, because you're really special too."

That night Shannon returned to work. As she was doing Wilbur and Abner again she found herself smiling. She was astride Abner, his stiff cock in her pussy and Wilbur was entering her ass.

"Oh my! What a tight ass you have Shannon! It feels so good!"

"She's the best! I just love fucking her!"

"Absolutely my favorite fuck!"

"Mine too brother, but you know, Father said the same thing about Ol' Gertie!"

"He did, He did! But Pops never met Shannon, did he?"

"No he didn't and it's a good thing or we'd have to share her three ways instead of two!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha!"

Shannon smiled. Well hell, I guess I could suck him off if need be. I wonder what that would be like? It could be fun...