Derek Walker: Dwarven Double at Moonlight and the Traveler
Moonlight and Traveler was my go-to brothel. The madam had a sharp eye for detail and always lined up girls right up my alley. That was the mark of a solid establishment. Surprisingly, it wasn't easy to find women to your taste in these places—the madam who nailed it basically dictated the brothel's profits. Of course, I meant proper spots with a real system, not the cesspits packed with cheap whores peddling their bodies for pocket change. The absolute dives even had holes drilled in the walls where they'd shove out pussies for a quick fuck. Women with wrecked looks and ruined lives ended up in those. Naturally, I wouldn't give them a second glance.
With my Dwarf ATM Plan rolling out steadily, word was the brothels were flooded with dwarf women. Short of whoring themselves out, there was no way for them to rake in big cash fast. Sure, a dwarf woman had some technical skills, so she could earn more than a human girl hustling straight jobs—but when gambling fever hit, pennies didn't register. Thanks to that, fucking dwarf girls had become a real treat lately. I toured the brothels like sampling junk food, snapping up any dwarf that caught my eye right there on the spot. Not slaves, technically, so "hiring" fit better than "buying."
Solary World's dwarf women were a blessing—not burly brutes with rugged builds, but slender, toned beauties scaled to their height. Sure, stunning women were rare across races (elves aside), but their compact frames gave them extra points over humans. I didn't have a small-girl fetish or anything; it just felt like exotic fare.
"Madam. How's the quality today?"
I checked the goods the moment I arrived at the brothel. The influx of dwarf women lately had quality bouncing all over the place day by day.
"Welcome, Mr. Walker. We've got some fine pieces in today. The dwarf girls are all full of vim and vigor—guaranteed top-shelf down below, no inspection needed. I'll pick out the pretty-faced ones for you."
"I trust your eye."
They showed me to the biggest room in the house. The bed was massive enough for a six-way. Reserved for the elite few with wealth and power like me.
I lounged on the bed, waiting leisurely, as five dwarves filed in one by one. I scanned their faces slowly. Wonder what tasty dwarves they'd brought today?
"Ugh... that guy's gotta be an orc, right? Starting with someone like that..."
"Shh! Keep it down. He's way above our league. Play nice, and we can stuff our pockets fat."
The madam hadn't oversold—the quality was decent enough. The last two caught my eye. Jackpot. I beckoned them over.
The fifth dwarf gave a little shiver at my gesture. Freezing at something so minor? She was green, low on brothel miles. With all the dwarves tumbling into the life lately, this might be her first-day stamp.
If so, that gave me even more reason to sample her.
"The rest of you, out."
I pressed silver coins into the hands of the rejects and shooed them off. The three dwarves beamed, pockets lined without lifting a finger. Off to the pachinko parlors, no doubt.
The remaining pair took positions to my left and right. The left one had bold eyes and a confident swagger. Hands on hips, chest puffed out—impressive for her size. A few inches taller, and she'd radiate amazon vibes. The pink negligee made her feisty pose downright cute.
The right one looked tense as hell. The same girl who'd trembled at my gesture earlier. If I had to compare to someone I knew, she'd remind me of Na Okryeong, vice-leader of the Lily Country. Rough resemblance only—the details didn't match. Petite in height and build, but her dwarf muscles screamed self-sufficiency. A touch over half my height, she didn't inspire protection; she looked ready to handle her own.
"Names?"
"I'm Pokuri! This here's Mislim~!"
The left girl chirped in that lively dwarf-woman tone. No nasal whore purr or fake falsetto—just pure enjoyment of the gig. Born slut? Nah, probably thrilled at the easy big bucks. Another pachinko casualty, no doubt—cash was urgent.
"You new to this, huh?" I said to the other.
"Yep~! Mislim's basically a virgin in this line of work."
"V-Virgin?! No kids, sure, but I'm a married woman!"
Mislim protested softly. I smirked arrogantly, eyeing them both. Pretty enough to wrap around my cock.
"Flirt well here, and I'll reward you proper. Impress me enough, and you could earn a spot serving at the lord's castle."
"Kyaha~! Fat paycheck there, right?"
"Way more than slinging pussy in a brothel."
"Sweet. Then feast your eyes on our combo killer move. Wonder if a man can even handle it!?"
Pokuri shot Mislim a sidelong glance. Mislim shuddered hard, rattled. Unilateral decision? Mislim protested in a voice thick with panic.
"Even so, that's...!"
"What? Forgot already? I kindly showed you in the baths."
"Not forgot—! Can we even do that?! We're dwarves of fire and steel! We bend like steel, but we'd rather break fi—"
"Heeeng~! Steel bends suuuper easy with the right heat. Anyway, not the point. Mislim! How much you blown on pachinko?"
"......Three gold."
"Can you hustle that back on foot before Hegrig gets home?"
"......No."
"Gonna do it, right?"
"......"
Mislim clammed up, but the vibe said she'd cave on whatever this was. All the buildup had me curious too. Some dense tag-team play they'd prepped, probably. I'd bedded countless women and tried every trick, so Pokuri's cocky routine might flop. If it didn't deliver, punishment time.
"Time to start servicing."
"Ah~! Right away~! Here we go. Go easy on this one—she's probably never sucked off anyone but hubby's cock. Kyaha!"
Pokuri giggled like a little devil. Personality clicked with me. Prime brothel-buy material.
"Nothing beats defiling a pure wife's lips. Feels like smashing a snowman someone built."
"Kyaa~! You perv."
Pokuri stripped off her pink negligee without a hitch. Nothing underneath—she was buck naked. Unlike Mislim, she screamed veteran. She nodded at Mislim, who reluctantly followed suit. First time stripping for a stranger? She peeked at me nervously while peeling it off—adorably innocent. Hard to get that from pros. Sure, she was okay fucking strangers, so not true purity.
Pokuri crawled to me on all fours. Mislim awkwardly mimicked, discomfort plain. Pokuri's moves were pro-level fluid. She slipped between my seated legs, nipping my panties with her lips and tugging them off expertly.
My cock, taut since they stripped, sprang up like a spring. Pokuri's eyes bugged out saucer-wide at my monster. Her black pupils traced from my balls up the shaft to the tip.
Mislim muttered unconsciously.
"That thing... no way."
"Hey! No way? Totally doable! Train a frail human pussy right, and it fits fine. A sturdy dwarf cunt? Piece of cake."
I skipped mentioning the initial pain of breaking them in. Power of Sex more than compensated. Plus, with skills like Sex Mastery and Yin-Yang Union Technique, I never put women through real agony. Except masochists like Yeonji, who craved the rough stuff.
"Kyahaha! Leagues beyond my hubby! First time seeing a beast like this."
Pokuri was the type to trash-talk her husband to an affair partner. Rare openness, even among dwarves. I'd noticed plenty of dwarf wives clung to marital loyalty—ironically, while whoring out when hubby's mining. Gambling was top-tier life-ruiner, neck-and-neck with drugs.
"Mmm~! That musky stud scent's screaming 'gonna pound our pussies raw.' I don't hate it~!"
"Ugh... the smell..."
Mislim wasn't thrilled by the unfamiliar cock funk. Pulling away like that? Backfire city. Girls playing hard-to-get made boys tease harder—and this bitch in agony? I wanted to torment her more. I planted my dick right in her face, splitting her cheeks with shaft left and right. Looming over tiny Mislim, I felt like a colossal giant. Suddenly craved mindlessly railing her.
"Show me what you prepped."
"Kyahaha! You got it. First up: Double Dwarf Lollipop Service~!"
Pokuri pressed tight against my right thigh, face diving for my crotch. Her lips hit balls, not shaft. She planted reverent kisses on my cum sacks.
"Smoooch! Slurp! Muah!"
Lips on wrinkled skin, sucking orbs into her mouth for tongue work. Her taste buds scrubbed like a shower loofah, erasing every crease. I kept clean with regular ball-sucks, but still.
"Mmmph! Mmm! Mmph! Mmm!"
Pokuri eyed Mislim. Mislim clasped hands prayer-like, agonizing, then crawled over. Pokuri on right meant left for her.
"The smell..."
"Honored stud musk. So? Gonna slurp like your friend, or what?"
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmm! Mmm!"
Pokuri pointed at my left nut. Mislim agonized shorter this time. Too late to back out. She eased her face to it.
"Churp! Churp! Churp!"
Clumsy newbie motions—her inexperience screamed. Pleasure gap between nuts split my body in two. Pokuri clocked it, swapping spots periodically to even things out. Skilled Pokuri felt good, but for all the hype? Basic stuff. Ending here would disappoint hard.
I shot Pokuri a look. She pulled off, laughing "Kyaha!"
"Don't worry. Just the opener."
Mislim followed suit. Pokuri gently wiped our spit from my balls. Not for pleasure—more grooming. Her forge-rough hands had a gritty edge, but pleasant. Her delicacy melted me relaxed.
"Dunbero's ace move for when he rages huge! One shot melts a man's grudges like snow."
She gripped my shaft base, aiming the slit at her face. Urge to piss hit simultaneous—her touch triggered it.
"Second service! Refreshing Golden Shower for Double Dwarves!"
"Eek! For real..."
Mislim glared, but Pokuri barreled on.
"Blast your hot piss over these juicy bitch holes! Etch your superiority deep into us two~!"