Azerothian Dream Ch. 09

"They do be," Shaelah replied with a nod, "And the ones that saved me Mandalay and avenged me husband."

Rudra grunted in surprise, but when she brought our plates of food she mumbled, "Good job. Wolves and troggs do be no easy foe."

That was as much as she ever said that was positive towards Pinkerpie. We both mumbled our appreciation for the praise, and then we dug into our food. After serving supper, Rudra left us alone in the kitchen. For a while after she left the only sounds to be heard were those of knife and fork scraping on plates as we finished eating. Only once our plates were clean, and we were all nursing our tankards of hot spiced wine did conversation start up.

"I got what we do be needin'," Shaelah began as she leaned forward, taking my hand she squeezed. For such a hard and self assured folk, Shaelah was awfully timid about certain things, needing or wanting reassurance when most dwarf women I knew, Birdette mostly, told me what she wanted or what she had done and expected me to accept it. For some reason I found Shaelah's insecurity strangely exciting. I found myself falling into the depths of her bright blue gaze as she smiled shyly and continued, "They do be havin' twelve rams, all trained for pullin' wagons, and they do be willin' to sell 'em to me."

"That's excellent!" I sighed in relief.

Pinkerpie released a long low breath she had been holding, and then nodded adamantly in thanks to Shaelah.

"There do be only one condition," Shaelah said, and then filled us in on the negotiation.

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The night came quickly this close to the Khaz Modan Mountains. The wind picked up and a late spring snow storm covered the packed snow with another six inches. Standing outside the barn I pulled my cloak and a thick ram's hide a little tighter around my body as I watched the snow fall.

To keep up appearances, Shaelah and Mandalay took rooms offered to them by Rudra and Veron. Pinkerpie and I were expected to hunker down in the barn or in our little wagon house.

"What do ye be doin' out here?" Shaelah asked as she walked up.

She wore only a small woolen nightgown that fell to her hips, covering her bottom but baring all of her white legs. She had heavy woolen knee stockings and heavy leather boots on as well, and another ram's hide was draped over her shoulders and pulled tightly around her body.

"I'm waiting for Cyduna to return," I answered then asked, "What are you doing out here? I thought you were sleeping in the house, to keep up appearances."

"Mandalay do already be asleep," Shaelah answered, then sidled up closer and continued, "But I ain't. So, I came out here to see if me husband could find a way to tire me out."

I turned from watching for Cyduna to look down at Shaelah. Her eyes glimmered from tears she had been grieving. But she also had a broad plump lipped smile, though trembling they might be.

Shaelah was no light weight. She was built thick and sturdy, still, I found the strength to sweep her up into my arms and carry her into the stables. She gasped, and then giggled. It was refreshing to hear, and see such a beautiful smile after so many days of seeing her sad and grieving. I knew it would probably go on for weeks if not months, but these small tender moments. When it was just her and I. When she put on a brave face and came to me for the comfort and intimacy she needed. Or, just resiliently marched on determined to show me that she was my wife and that she would hold nothing back although her heart was broken. These moments were the most meaningful to me. Of course the sex was outstanding, but it was the trust and love that I saw in her eyes when our gazes met, that was what stuck with me long after we had taken comfort in eachother's bodies.

"Over there!" Shaelah giggled as she pointed towards a stall that was filled with loose hay.

Turning in that direction, and after a few quick steps, I lowered Shaelah's feet to the ground and pulled her into my arms for kisses that left us both breathless. Taking her blanket from her, I tossed it over the hay. I threw my blanket down as well, and then I returned to Shaelah and pulled her nightgown up and over her head. Her skin goosed. Large almost indistinguishable nipples as white as the rest of her skin tightened into thick nubs. Her long curly auburn hair fell loosely all the way to the back of her knees. It was so much longer when not in a braid.

Pulling her hair over her shoulder, Shaelah took my hand with her free hand and let me guide her down to lay on the ram's hides. I didn't bother with removing her boots or stockings, instead I knelt down and I wrapped my arms around her thighs as I kissed from her knees all the way to her thick auburn muff. She smelled faintly of spice, and soap. Her long auburn pubes were soft against my upper cheek, against my nose, and against my eyelids. So soft, and her scent of spice was thicker.

The smell of flower petals, lavender, and other perfume oils filled my senses when I slid my tongue between the plump lips of her sex. The scents mixed and mingled with Shaelah's lubrication, smelling of salt, water, and spice. It made for a heady mix that made my mind fuzzy and the fires of my desire surge.

Trying to stay ahead of the tumultuous waves of my desire, I spent long seconds licking and flicking my tongue, first down and probing deeply inside Shaelah's vagina until I heard her breathing turning into soft moans. Then I withdrew and spent even longer lapping my tongue up and down her vulva. Separating every fold of her labia, suckling and nibbling, spreading her open like a flower that's blooming. I ran my tongue over her clitoris then down the valley of her vulva to her vagina. Delving deep, and then I was returning to her clit. Over and over. Pausing to rub circles around her clit for many seconds, and then down again to delve deeply inside her vagina. Nibbling her labia, and then back to her clitoris.

Shaelah moaned, and then she gasped. Her body shuddered violently, and then she would calm down only to inhale deeply and moan. I worked her pussy with my lips, my teeth, my nose, and my tongue as Shaelah crooned in delight. She scratched as the ram's hide. She pulled at my hair. She ran her hand down her own body, and she twisted her nipples. She cursed, and she blessed, and then she told me everything she was going to do to me, and for me. In the end she screamed like a banshee, her body shuddering hard as her nails dug into shoulders, and her thighs clamped down on my head that I could no longer administer my good work on her body!

Withdrawing, Shaelah was a weak, heaving mess as I stood and quickly removed shirts and trousers, and then I knelt down. Wrapping my arms around her thighs again, I pulled Shaelah to me. She had just enough cognisense to reach down and grab my organ and guide it home, inside her.

She gasped as I pulled her against me and thrust deep down inside her. Her eyes rolled. Drool dribbled from the corners of her delectable rosebud mouth. She clawed at her own breasts, and twisted mightily at her nipples. All the while I slammed into her in a frenzy I could not have stopped even if I had wanted to!

I was too far gone. Drowning in the sea of my own arousal and the need of my body to seed this woman that was my wife!

When I climaxed just to have Shaelah wail in orgasm too. I couldn't say how much I came, probably no more than normal, but it felt like... I felt drained of every drop of energy in me. Then, I collapsed on top of her.

"Wow!" Pinkerpie chortled a few seconds later, after we had time to recover only a little bit, "I think I had as much fun watching as I would have had if I participated!"

I was breathing hard. Shaelah was breathing even harder. We were both covered in sweat. I rolled over and looked at her, and she stared back. She looked over at Pinkerpie, who was sitting on the stall's stone wall and watching us, then she said, "We're never goin' to be havin' privacy, are we?"

I chuckled. Pinkerpie, on the other hand, laughed like it was the funniest thing she ever heard.