The Dwarf's Exquisite Handiwork
I could have asked for some other method, or maybe provoked Brina a bit more to get her to touch somewhere else, but instead, I requested a handjob from her. The first reason was that, unlike using her mouth, breasts, or thighs, doing it by hand would likely have the least psychological resistance for her. The second reason... 'You know what? Even female dwarves have incredible dexterity because they're dwarves, so if she touches my cock with those hands...''Ahem.'
On the first day we'd arrived at the Steel Fortress, Joseph—who'd traveled with us from the merchant caravan—had told me about the traits of dwarven women. Thanks to that, I'd learned they all had voluptuous figures, and I'd even set a personal goal. And back then, Joseph had gone on endlessly praising dwarven handiwork and, specifically, what it felt like to get a handjob from a dwarven woman with such skills.
'Gotta say, I'm curious.' Over the past week watching Brina work, I'd already gauged just how exceptional her dexterity was. Movements precise like a machine. The way she shaped metal and leather into works of art— even someone like me, clueless about crafting, could see it was stunningly beautiful. But would that dexterity translate to... this field too?
-Ziiip.
"Eut...!!"
Because of words that slipped out without passing through my brain first, Brina could only watch helplessly as I pulled down my pants zipper. A tense sigh escaped her lips. But now that things had gone this far, she seemed to harbor some curiosity too—she didn't avert her eyes, fixing her gaze on my lower body.
I undid my belt in front of her watchful eyes, then tugged my pants down just enough to free the cock trapped inside.
-Plop♥
"Hup...!!"
Brina stared at my crotch with a mix of fear, worry, anticipation, and curiosity. When something far longer than she'd expected sprang out from my waistband, she nearly screamed—but she didn't look away.
"As expected, first time seeing one..."
"Ah, uh, no? I've seen plenty—enough to get bored of 'em!"
When I cast doubt on her experience again, Brina forced a nonchalant expression and lied about having seen tons of men's dicks.
...'Those bitches all bragged about their experience like it was a badge of honor...'
The friend who'd taught her that seductive line "Wanna touch my tits?" earlier—and all her other female acquaintances—loved proudly listing their exploits. So Brina figured men must like that kind of girl and was imitating them. ...In truth, those friends had exaggerated their stories half to tease virgin Brina, but unaware of that, she'd clumsily aped their man-eater act.
'Uh, um. So...'
But lying about experience didn't magically create any. Clutching her pounding heart, Brina fixed her eyes on my cock and screamed internally. 'W-Was a guy's thing always like that...? That's gotta be over 20cm... N-No way, the other girls put something like that inside them? How? Dwarves are so small—how the hell...'
"...Gulp.♥"
"Brina?"
"........."
"Miss Brina?"
"...Ah, yeah!"
Snapping out of it as I called her name—having just witnessed a cock twice the size she'd vaguely imagined—Brina plopped down on the bed's edge and looked at me, waiting expectantly like I was.
'Just hands, okay?'
"...Ah."
Then she remembered the request she'd absentmindedly accepted while bluffing earlier. A handjob. No experience, twenty-plus years hammering iron nonstop—but she had basic sex knowledge. Bits from her man-slaying friends' "advice" disguised as bragging, or studies for crafting men's armor... So she knew what "handjob" meant.
She knew, but... 'I-I have to do that with my hands...?'
Knowledge and action were different beasts. Horrified at accepting such an absurd proposal, Brina couldn't back out now—her pride wouldn't allow it. Plus, my smirking face, convinced she was lying, stoked her competitive fire.
'...Fine. I've handled how many metals in my life? No way I can't manage one little... c-cock... dick!'
Confident in anything hand-related, Brina mustered courage and sat beside me. Feigning nonchalance, she asked primly,
"Just hands, right?"
"Yeah."
Unaware of her own expression, Brina avoided my eyes, locking onto my cock. It twitched once, as if sensing her gaze, startling her—but she steeled herself and reached out.
-Tap♥
'Eut...!!'
Her hand, scarred and callused from countless hammer strikes, touched something soft yet firm. 'Hot...'
The cock's searing heat transferred straight to her. Why? She worked by fire daily, melting metal—yet this body heat felt scorching enough to burn.
"Ugh..."
-Twitch!♥
"Kyak...!♥"
I let out a low groan, my cock jerking. Brina panicked, loosening her grip and forgetting her bluff to check on me.
"S-Sorry! Did it hurt...?"
"No. Not pain, it's just..."
My ambiguous expression didn't scream pain. My cock throbbed, a sticky drop oozing from the tip. New to dicks, Brina puzzled it out.
'...He likes it?'
If that groan was pleasure, not pain... -...Stroke♥
Feeling oddly emboldened, Brina gripped firmer and slowly stroked down my shaft. 'Soft but hard. Like a solid core inside...? Pulsing like a heartbeat...'
Analyzing it like new material, she mapped its curves and texture with her fingertips, caressing the surface. Her shy demeanor vanished; her eyes gleamed with work focus.
-Thud♥Tap♥
Her rough calluses scraped roughly, then the softer skin between soothed the path. 'What the...!'
Not gentle uniform strokes—a rollercoaster of rough and soft, I lost my mind. But she didn't stop.
'Here? Nah, less twitch. So stroking this red head slit gently... better reaction.'
Dwarven artisan instinct. Her hands pinpointed millimeter-precise spots making it quiver, growing expert. From tentative taps to smooth glides, pulsing pressure in off-beats for pleasure.
-Squelch♥Squish♥
Pre-cum from the tip slickened her palm; she spread it thin over the glans like lube. Mixed with her sweat, it enveloped snugly. 'This is a dwarf...?'
Beginner at first, now like a pro after minutes. Afraid this ecstasy would end too soon, I—
-Squeeze!!♥
"Hyaang?!♥"
Counterattacked, grabbing her nearby breast.
"Hey, you...!"
"This is fair game, right?"
"Kuh...!!♥"
She couldn't deny it—she'd started with "Wanna touch my tits?" And yanking her hand away? Truth was, his touch felt good, so instead of stopping me, Brina glared and worked her hands faster.
-Slap♥Slap♥Slap♥
Her idle hand joined, fingers curling like a ring to assault root and glans together.
-Stretch♥Pull♥Pinch♥
In response, I yanked her breast hard, twisting the pink nipple.
-Shiver...♥♥
Unfamiliar tit pleasure made Brina tremble; I quivered under dwarven mastery. But like a tacit pact—or round two of our drinking contest pride battle—they said nothing, silently pleasuring each other.
'Kuh. At this rate...!'
I'd lose first. Her hands perfected; mine just starting to map her body, stuck to tits only. 'Pisses me off.'
Coming first to this virgin-act bluff? Ego bruise. Her sensing pleasure via touch, smirking victoriously? Infuriating.
-Throb♥
'...Hng.'
Climax peaking, I eyed her protruding nipple through my fingers. 'Screw it.'
Future later— I dove, biting her swaying nipple hard.
-Chomp♥
"Hyat?! W-What the hell are you doing?!♥"
-Slurrrp♥!!!
Sucking fiercely, salty sweat hit; teeth and kiss marks bloomed on her white breast. Her precise hands faltered, weakening; her face melted.
"I-I said just touch...!! Nghuh...♥!!"
Unprepared for mouth, she shuddered angrily. But I rolled her nipple on my tongue; strength drained, tears beaded her eyes.
".....@!$#!!!"
A girlish whimper escaped—her biggest shudder yet. Her sweaty crotch soaked with something else.
"Y-You...youuu...!!♥"
Afterglow glaring tearfully. No real contest, but sending her first satisfied me; I smirked slyly.
"........."
No experience, but that smile stung her defeat. Her innate competitiveness flared oddly; hating my control, she—
"Haup...!!♥"
"......!!!"
Impulsively acted. From callused tease to sudden wet warmth—my cock spasmed wildly. Her sweat-slick tongue, booze-scented, engulfed shaft and glans. My victory smirk cracked.
No technique—even she froze, unsure post-act. But pushed to edge, that sufficed.
-Spurt!!♥
"Uup?!♥"
Hot white flooded her mouth. Sensing it, she spat out—but half swallowed, rest splattering face and hands.
"...Ah."
Dazed, sniffing thick semen scent from her lips.
Then—
"A-Ahut...!!"
Realizing her deed, Brina bolted to the bathroom.
...
-Bang!!!
"Haa...! Haa...!!"
Slamming the door, Brina calmed her racing heart, replaying her actions. 'W-What did I just...?'
Suddenly sucking my cock? No friend-taught move—just instinct from my triumphant smile after he sent her over. Post-climax clarity chased booze fog; her sober mind replayed her drunken antics.
"Ugh...! I lost my mind...!!"
First lecherous gaze + alcohol = total rampage. Like charging rare materials or mine bugs—her bad habit of reckless rushes.
Sighing deeply, eyeing the scent from her nose, she stared at semen on hands and face.
"...T-This is a guy's..."
Faking experience, first real semen. She turned on the magical faucet to wash—
"........."
Paused, staring...
"...Chomp.♥"
Licked a bit from her hand. '...Kinda salty.'
First taste: salty, fishy. Yet Brina didn't hate it.