Starting Over

Getting to Know You



The tub was large and generously proportioned – again another furnishing in Ironforge designed with the potential Drenai customer in mind. The water was warm and scented, and the two friends looked each other over from opposite sides of the fixture with more than a touch of self-consciousness.



“I’m sorry, Reg,” Sophie finally stammered, blushing furiously. “I feel like I took advantage of ye while ye was down.” She looked up at him hopefully, searching his face for signs of anger or disappointment. With relief she could see only amusement in his honest and handsome face.



“I was about to say the same thing, Sorch,” he chuckled. “I’ll come clean – I’ve been dreaming of having my way with you for a while now. I’m still in a bit of shock – I pass out in the middle of an ogre camp and wake up buried between your glorious thighs. Please don’t think I have any regrets though!” He reached over with lathered hands and pulled her to him twisting her around so she could lean back against his chest snuggled between his legs. Reg lazily soaped up her breasts and happily felt her up.



“Ah, but I’ve had it bad for ye, too,” Sophie nodded in agreement. “I just assumed a lad as popular as ye would nae be interested in a plump little lass like meself.” She cooed as he ran his slippery hands down between her legs.



Reg gave a snort and started to suck on the back on her neck. “Most of the ‘lassies’ in the bars are looking for a meal ticket, Sorch.” He paused to run the tip of his tongue across her shoulder and tease her skin into goosebumps. “They are either loaded with things I’d rather not expose my nether regions to, or have an agenda. We don’t live the kind of life that makes for good relationships.”



She lay back even closer and ran her hands down his thighs, enjoying the prodding of his awakening manhood drilling into her back. “Nay – that be the truth,” she agreed. “I just haven’t met many humans that find the dwarven lassies attractive. Most are less than flattering to me people. Oh!! Now that feels nice!!” she hissed as he started to diddle her.



“Well,” Reg snickered as he watched the difficulty she was having in maintaining a conversation. “Your breasts are poetry – defiance in the face of gravity. Human women, being taller, tend to start sagging quite young.” He soaped her bosom again to emphasize his point, much to her delight. “Your ass is the substance of legends,” he continued, drawing his hands to her rounded bottom and kneading the flesh with greedy, eager grasps. “Your long silver hair is an exotic contrast to your pretty face,” and the paladin gently tugged an escaped tendril that dusted her shoulders. “And don’t get me started about the wonders between your legs!” he gently brushed her pubic hairs with the back of his hand and was rewarded with a gasp of delight. I thought you had children? You are as tight as a human virgin.”



Sophie gave a pleased and radiant smile as she turned around to face him. “Aye and thank ye – that is a trait of the dwarven ladies.” She wrapped her dripping arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, gently straddling his lap and rubbing herself against his hard shaft with a moan. “Tis probably a bit snug from lack of use, mind ye,” she winked.



“We can fix that,” he grinned, leading her by the hand out of the tub. With a delighted smiled she accepted the towel handed to her and made for the bed, greedily eying his body the whole time. Reg noticed the intent look she was giving his buns and cock, and with a laugh scooped her up and deposited her on the bed. “My turn to be in charge,” he growled playfully.



“Aye, captain,” she murmured, laying propped up against pillows and folding her arms under her head so she could enjoy what was to come. Sophie wasn’t disappointed, either. Reg lay down by her side and kissed her deeply, while his hands wandered over her breasts, torso and legs. She could feel the molten hot tip of his penis prodding her leg, and it took super self-control not to reach down to fondle him. He took his time, licking, sucking and nipping all over her neck, arms, breasts and stomach. Shifting further down the bed, Reg started sucking her toes and running his moustache down the soles of her feet, and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure from the hunter.



He worked his way up her legs, one at a time, and tickled her knees with his beard to see how sensitive it was. Sophie was moaning and begging for his touch – the teasing was fine, but she was ready to gorge herself on love after having hungered for so long. “Patience, my dear,” he smiled. The paladin shifted again, and ran a dry tip of his tongue up the inside of her thigh, just stopping below her snatch, and breathed hot hair onto it. She gasped even louder, but gave him a gentle push on the shoulders to stop him.



“Oh that feels nice, Reg, but ye dinna have to do it,” she said with lust-laced restraint.



“M’lady?” he asked, looking up from her crotch. “Please don’t deny me this pleasure! It has been too long since I’ve feasted.”



“Pleasure?” the dwarf asked hopefully. “I’ve been told that men don’t like to do that – they only do it when they feel obliged to.”



He moved he head and looked up at Sophie in disbelief. “Who told you that? Real men love to taste the forbidden fruit. Someone was being unkind and untrue. Don’t you enjoy it when a man goes down on you?” Reg watched her face flush with embarrassment.



“I don’t know, laddie,” she stammered. “I’ve ne’er had it done to me before.”



“Never?” he blurted out in surprise. “Well, lay back and relax then – I wish to enjoy myself.” Someone had obviously given the woman a head trip over oral sex – she was accomplished with her mouth in ways men could only dream of, if his dreams were actually real, but when it came to returning the favor she was a virgin. And someone had made her very self-conscious about it. Reg was going to have to take his time to make this a memorable occasion for her – it was her first, and he wanted to make it perfect. Not to mention he absolutely loved going down on a woman.



Gently yet firmly he parted her thighs and repositioned himself between them. Looking up at her, he gave her a roguish wink, then proceeded to massage her thighs and run his beard up and down them, enjoying the scent of her obvious arousal. Sophie visibly relaxed, opening her legs even further and groaning softly, watching him with half closed eyes through her long lashes. Such a sensitive, horny woman!



Her squirming and moans grew more intense, and Reg found himself growing impatient. Without warning he shoved his face into her wanting snatch and grabbed her clit in his mouth, sucking and flicking with his hungry tongue. Sophie gave a squeal of surprise and passion and thrust her hips forward with a moan. Her clit was large – almost like a miniature penis, and the sensation of a hot, flicking tongue had her growling like an animal. Eagerly he lapped and sucked and nuzzled the soaking snatch, occasionally inserting a few fingers into her wanting hole, but mostly enjoying himself on her taste and over-the-top arousal.



Too soon she came to her climax – she couldn’t help it. It was too erotic, too forbidden, and too expertly done. Coming with a shout and collapsing back into her pillows, Sophie panted with exhaustion and glow. Reg discreetly dried his face on a nearby towel before she rejoined him in the land of awareness, and re-positioned himself by her side, propping his head on one hand and smiling down at her.



“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked with a smirk. It was quite obvious that she had.



“Aye,” she cooed almost reverently. “It was a first, and more than worth the wait!” Sophie stretched luxuriously out on the bed, then rolled on her side to face Reg. “And what be ye pleasure, me fine friend?” she grinned.



Reg returned the grin. “I had the most amazing dreams all night long of a beautiful silver-haired dwarf sucking me dry. Now I have to wonder if it really was a dream…” he searched her face with a smile, pleased to see her blushing furiously.



“Ah – now ye know what a wicked lass I am!” the dwarf wailed. “I practically raped ye in your sleep! Can ye forgive me?”



“Oh, I think we can find some sort of penance for you, my dear,” he smirked as he prodded her with his hard and ready manhood.



Sophie gave him a delighted grin, and leaned in for a deep kiss. Her scent lingering on his beard didn’t put her off like she thought it might. It was actually quite a turn on. She kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with her tongue and stroking his face with her eager hands, deeply breathing in the musk of her arousal. Slowly, intently she leaned into Reg, and then on him to push him on his back while she kissed and stroked his face, mouth, chest and arms.



Life was good, Reg decided. He had been without for so long, not finding true satisfaction with barmaids and longing for a deeper, more intimate experience. The paladin had flirted with and checked out most of the women in the guild, but found basic compatibility issues he couldn’t get around. He felt strong attraction for Sophie, but had held back due to their working so often together. Perhaps they would feel awkward in the morning, but for now he was going to thoroughly enjoy himself and his friend’s talents. Sophie didn’t seem like a moon-struck 20 year old that would fall in ‘love’ because of a good servicing, and hopefully would not loose her edge in battle.



With the paladin on his back, cock straining and waving in the air, Sophie pulled his legs open and moved between, sitting upright and admiring the view for a moment. She gave a contented, happy smile as she gazed at his prick, noting its purple red hue and shining drops of pre-cum. Why had she waited so long for sex? The dwarf lay down between his legs, her face right against his proud member, and blew some hot breaths onto it, watching it twitch with delight.



Gentle yet firm, she grasped the base of his hot penis and aimed it toward her willing mouth. Such a glorious sight! Sophie licked the head of his penis, feeling the heat radiating off of it, and tasting the salty goodness of his sticky pre-cum. The velvet texture of his skin was direct opposite to the rock-hardness of his erection, and she suddenly engulfed his cock in her hot wet mouth, shoving it as far back her throat as she could. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she stroked with willing hands, and swirled her tongue around and around with abandon.



Reg inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and curling his toes. This was the very embodiment of ecstasy – a hot and willing mouth on his organ, slurping, sucking, nibbling him to climax. She was caressing and gently squeezing his balls with just the perfect amount of pressure, then stroking his long shaft, then gobbling it down as far as she could take it. He was about to tell her to slow down, but decided to let her have her way – it was her turn after all.



In too short a time Sophie could feel his balls tighten and the tell-tale twitching of his shaft, and knew he was about to explode. Greedily swallowing as much of his cock as she could, she vigorously pumped the rest of the shaft, sucking and slurping to let him know it was fine to ‘fire at will’. That was all it took and Reg blew his load down her willing throat with a shout of pleasure, spurting jet after jet of creamy cum.



Reg felt his bones turn to jelly as he melted into the bed. With the softest of smiles, Sophie crawled next to him and snuggled into his side, resting her head on his arm with a content sigh. He stroked her arm sleepily and played with her hair as they drifted off for a mid-morning nap.