Starting Over

Young and In Lust



The inn was quiet, even for a Monday night. The two friends sat across from each other at a small table in the corner and tucked into two incredibly tender steaks of marinated pork.



“How come I’ve never bothered to come here before?” Reg wondered out loud. “You were right Soph– this is fantastic.”



She swallowed and raised her tankard in a toast to the paladin. He chuckled and toasted back, and then leaned back to watch the dwarf with amusement. Sophie did nothing by halves – she fucked, gave blow jobs, lopped the heads off of orcs, and ate with refreshing gusto. Oh, she wasn’t crude like most dwarven men, belching and wiping grimy faces on sleeves. She just enjoyed what she did, and whatever she did, she did it well, and without the prissy forced manners so many women affected.



The meal was done and the couple leaned back contentedly in their seats and enjoyed the soft strains of a lute floating in from the main room. There was the pleasant buzz of voices, the snap of a sap-filled log in the fire, and the clink of many mugs, glasses and tankards making background noise. Sophie took a deep drink and set the tankard back down, eyeing her friend speculatively.



“So tell me about yerself, Reg,” she finally said. “I’ve spilled my guts to ye about me tragic life – it’s time for ye, laddie.”



He raised an eyebrow as he swirled the last of his ale in its glass. “Not much to tell, Soph,” he smiled. “Grew up in Southshore, happy home, still see my parents whenever I’m in the area.” He gave her a wink before continuing. “They live with my sister Anne and her husband. They are not as old as you, but not as young, if you get my drift.”



Sophie pondered that for a moment. “Well certainly dwarves and humans age differently, Reg,” she concluded.



Reg nodded. “I’m only 38, Sophie. I must seem like a child to you, but I’m middle aged for a human. And because I’m only 38, I don’t have anywhere near the interesting life experiences you have.”



She gave a snort and toasted him again. “I think we be on equal ground, laddie. I was a stay at home mom for decades – not a whole lot of ‘interesting life experiences’ there.” Her eyes grew misty for a moment. “At least not to most folks. I treasure the years I had with Stoney and our boys, but I didn’t change or grow as a person very much in the worldly sense.”



“Then let’s head back to your place and make some experiences of our own,” Reg laughed, taking her hand and leading her out of the bar. The both of them left to gather their mounts, laughing and giggling like children, oblivious to a frowning figure standing in the shadows near the door of the inn. As they trotted up the mountain back to the city, Fury stepped out of the dark recess of the alley, sniffing the air deliberately before turning with a huff.



They took their time going back, chatting and laughing and simply enjoying the evening from the backs of their slow-walking mounts. And Sophie found that knowing what was coming ahead for entertainment made the conversation that much more enjoyable.



“Tell me, Reg,” Sophie teased with a giggle, “Why you haven’t taken up with some pretty night elf – they certainly seem taken with you. You never said if you were married at any time.”



The paladin laughed loudly. “Elves are not my type, woman!” Reg reached over and gave her a playful punch in the arm. “Too skinny, too old, too ‘oh – think about the trees’ and all.” He turned his head toward her with a smile. “I was married once, when young. She left me for another when I started my training. Felt it would be too lonely to wait at home for me. I don’t blame her – we got involved before we realized what being a paladin meant.”



Sophie gave him a sympathetic look. “Was she lovely? Any children?”



“No children; I suppose.” He grinned when he noticed her frustration at the short answers. “As a lad of 20, I thought she was the most lovely creature on earth. My heart was broken when she left. It didn’t help the man she took up with was a childhood rival of mine.” The paladin laughed as he watched Sophie devour his face for innuendo and hidden information. “When I left Southshore I learned she was pretty enough, but nothing spectacular. I had a fair amount of girlfriends over the years, though I hadn’t taken up with anyone for a few years. Too many head trips. Human women at my age are tend to be desperate to find a husband.”



“Ah,” Sophie pondered. She had a picture in her mind of a gorgeous, willowy and tall human lass in a perfect thatched cottage in the green hills of Southshore. “I’m frankly puzzled that you find me attractive.”



Reg laughed loudly, but dropped his voice to a private level. “Sophie, woman my age do not look half as young as you. As for fullness of figure, you are not fat. You don’t have an extra ounce on you. You are strong and built for a good long night of loving without crying ‘you hurt me’.” He gave her a very intimate leer, glancing up and down her body suggestively. “We need to get to bed.”



“Aye!” she agreed happily.



“So why haven’t you taken up with a gnome? I do see a lot of rich humans and elves with gnomes for husbands and boyfriends!” Reg asked with a mischievous grin.



“Ack – you know how I’m built!” she hissed with a wince. “Where would I put that?”



“Pardon?” the paladin asked with confusion.



“No thank ye – I like being able to walk!” Sophie sputtered. “And I don’t need to make a statement to anyone!”



“Pardon?” Reg repeated with even more confusion.



Sophie looked at him in astonishment. “Well, now who be an innocent child!” she wondered out loud. “Surely you know how gnomish men be built!”



“Er, no,” Reg stammered. “I don’t make it a habit to look at other men.”



“But ye haven’t heard the gossip?” Sophie marveled. “I suppose the barmaids do talk more raunchy when there are only ladies in the room. Gnomish men, from what they say, are hung like yer Diamond be! Their tadgers when aroused are as long as their whole bodies! It’s supposed to be fair amazing to see.”



“You are joking!” Reg gasped in awe. No wonder men respected the tiny gnomes. “You mean to tell me that a 3-foot high man packs a 2-foot long prick? How does he do that without passing out?”



“I hear it from many lassies, Reg,” she giggled. “But I have never done any research into the matter. As I said, where would I put it?”



“Well!” he shook his head in wonder. “I now understand why the human women with gnomish husbands look so smug. What a statement!”



“Well, it’s not the size of the ship but the motion in the ocean” Sophie murmured contentedly as they reined in their mounts at the city stables. A quick check on Rambler, complete with an apple for a treat, and they headed back to her flat.



“So what is m’lady’s wish tonight?” Reg asked in a low tone for her ears alone.



She blushed prettily and thought a bit. “I dunno, Reg. So many choices, so much lost time to make up for. I think I’d like a good old-fashion fuck, if that be all right with ye.”



Reg felt his cock spring to life at her frank words. “I think I can manage,” he grinned, opening her door for her.



The dwarf gave him a willing smile and hustled through the door. He closed it behind them, shutting out the world for the night, and gazed at her hungrily. “Stoke the fire, will you luv?” she crooned gently. “I’ll pour us some wine.”



He gently took her arm and pulled her close. Bending low he firmly grasped her by the shoulders and kissed her deeply, passionately, and thoroughly. Smiling at the dazed and happy expression on her face he stood and bolted for the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute – I know how long you women take in here.”



Sophie sat on a chair waiting for her turn in the bath, arms crossed and smiling with amusement. She could hear the heavy pounding torrid of Reg relieving himself, and marveled that something as common and vulgar as that was a welcome change to her lonely life. Next she could hear the vigorous scrubbing sound of the paladin brushing his teeth, and wondered if making room in the small bath and wardrobe for some of his things would scare him off.



The door opened and her friend left the bath, wearing nothing but his simple linen pants. She eyed him over with a greedy look, moistening her lips with hunger. “Down girl,” he laughed. “Wine first, love later.”



“Awwww,” Sophie pouted, but allowed herself to be pushed into the bathroom. Business completed quickly, she went to a cabinet to pull out a bottle of Southwind merlot and stopped to stare at Reg, who was sprawled out on his back, snoring gently and fast asleep. ‘Poor lad – he is still recovering,’ she mused.



The dwarf crawled into the large bed, blew out the candle on the stand, and snuggled close to her friend. For tonight she would keep her hands to herself. Tomorrow was another matter entirely.



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“Oh yes Sophie,” Reg hissed in a low gravelly voice. What a way to wake up – with his friend’s mouth wrapped around his cock sucking, licking and slurping.



The dwarf smiled to her self – well, as best she could with her mouth stretched around his generously sized member. Reg had taken far too long to wake up in her opinion, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. And mouth. A bit of light teasing and stroking, and his tadger was up and alive. Getting his prick hard got her equally aroused, and Sophie was officially one happy camper. ‘Now – do I keep on sucking, or jump on top?’ she pondered gleefully. Such a delightful problem.



Neither, it turned out. With a masculine growl Reg stood up, pulling his cock out of the woman’s pouting mouth, and positioned her swiftly on hands and knees. Standing by the bed he entered the willing dwarf in one swift thrust, pleased with her moans of arousal. Slap, slap, slap his heavy balls hit against her as she moaned in pleasure.



Reaching a long arm around her waist he cupped a hand on her snatch, probing expertly with his fingers for her clit. Sophie’s pussy was so wet, so tight but Reg had had more orgasms in the last couple of days than he had in the past two years combined, so holding off his own climax wasn’t difficult.



“Ah Reg,” the dwarf moaned in ecstasy, feeling her finish approaching. “Please don’t stop, love,” she crooned with a begging lilt.



The paladin had sworn an oath to serve, and so was all too happy to comply. Granted, fucking the brains out of a willing partner might not be the ‘serve’ the order had in mind, but he wasn’t going to split hairs. Sweat dripped down his temples as he thrust again and again, closing his eyes savoring the slippery sheath his sword was pounding in and out of. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold off another moment, Sophie came with her celtic yell, shouting her orgasm to the heavens above. Reg joined her with a masculine groan and one final thrust, filling her sopping wet pussy with his seed.



Human and dwarf collapsed on the bed together, spooned together tightly. Ragged breathing slowly calmed. Holding Sophie against his chest firmly, he kissed her neck as his cock throbbed and twitched with his heartbeat, eventually slipping out of her hot little cunt. Yes, Reg decided. Life was good.