Chapter 13

THE GLORY OF NEEVE

Finn sat in the kitchen chair, doing his best to stay very still. Darcy put her nimble fingers on either side of his head and tilted it slightly to the right. Her warm touch lingered, perhaps, longer than necessary.

“Your son has lovely hair. The ponytail makes him look roguish. It’s sexy on a man,” Darcy said. “Are you sure you want me to cut it just above the shoulder?”

“Yes,” Aggy said.

“No,” Neeve said at the same time.

“Do I get the deciding vote?” Finn asked hopefully.

“No,” the sisters said at once.

Finn grinned. “Just a tiny bit above the shoulder as a compromise?”

Aggy sighed. “You’ve got a good eye for hairstyles, Darcy. What’s your vote?”

Darcy walked in front of Finn, cupped his chin gently, and lifted it so that he looked straight into the buxom dwarfess’ pretty, aquamarine-coloured eyes. “His hair looks black, but when the light catches it, it’s actually a lovely dark chestnut. I think it would look much better if I cut it down to the base of his neckline, add some layering, and his natural wave should let the light through and show off his natural colour.”

Finn and the sisters looked at Darcy in shock.

“Oh! I vote we trust Darcy and let her do what she just said,” Aggy said.

“Agreed,” Finn and Neeve said together.

Neeve caught Finn’s eye and gave him a smouldering look that promised much for later. She smiled when she saw him shiver and cross his legs.

Darcy got to work, taking over an hour to finally finish. She put her comb and scissors down and took a step back. With a long, appreciative gaze, she finally nodded and smiled. “You look good, Finn.”

Darcy looked across to Aggy and Neeve, who ceased their whispered conversation. “You like?” she asked.

The ladies gave Finn a critical look, and then both started to nod.

“You look gorgeous,” Neeve said.

“You do look a lot better, dear,” Aggy said with a big smile. “Well done, Darcy. You did a good job.”

Finn stood up and shook himself.

“Is it time to go now?” Hamish asked. He’d been sitting quietly reading an old, well-thumbed book. It was the first time that Finn had seen him read. He marvelled at how wise the dwarf looked wearing his half-moon spectacles.

“Yes, dear,” Aggy said. “Darcy, are you ready to see these ‘cultivation’ thingies Finn wants you to look after?”

“Cultivation areas, Ma,” Finn prompted her yet again.

“Yes, that’s the ones,” Aggy said with a mischievous grin.

Finn realised he was being goaded and grinned back.

“Gypsy, are you too busy watching Madam Cat’s,” Finn thought, “or have you got time to meet and greet, Darcy?”

“Oh, haha,” Gypsy thought back sarcastically. “I think I can squeeze you into my busy schedule, minion.”

Finn chuckled. “Gypsy is ready to welcome you all,” he said, mainly for Darcy’s benefit. He wanted her to accept this job offer as he needed her help.

Before Finn could wrap his mana around the four gathered dwarves, Gypsy did. With a flash of silver light, they disappeared from Aggy’s cosy kitchen and appeared in the enormous ‘Cultivation Zone 1’. The only reference to being aboard Gypsy was the octagonal teleport area next to a dark grey patch of bare wall. Above them, fat sun crystals shone down while a complicated piping system sprayed mist into the atmosphere. Everywhere else, thick vegetation grew. The walls were covered with fat, leafy vines while trees and shrubs packed the floor space. Above, to their right, a wide mezzanine supported an area for smaller fruits and vegetables. At the same time, trailing plants cascaded over its edge, covering the support webbing with their tendrils, making it look like a leafy waterfall. Succulent bunches of grapes clung to vines, while trees and bushes almost dripped with fruit.

Three feminine gasps and a male guffaw met Finn’s ears as everyone looked around.

“Huh, well, bugger me sideways! Would ya feast yer eyes on this place? It’s ruddy magnificent,” Hamish said in awe.

Aggy cuffed him

“Sorry, Ags, but look at it all. It’s a bloomin' miracle.”

Everywhere the group looked was another shade of nature’s bounty. Finn took a long, luxuriant breath. “I love the air in this place.” He paused and waited for Darcy to stop looking around in confusion. She shook her head in wonder. Finn noticed that her cute button nose twitched like a rabbit.

The young dwarfess was petite, yet buxom even for a dwarf, being no more than four-foot-eight inches tall with a youthful plumpness to her waist and hips that added heft to her curves. Darcy’s long, cinnamon-coloured hair was a work of art. She’d plaited either side in a tight bun, then two braids joined at the back. Those kept her rich tresses in place as they cascaded down to her chest. Her pale skin highlighted her aquamarine eyes beautifully. Darcy had a generous mouth framed by fulsome, pink lips, giving her heart-shaped face a sensual hint. Yet, a smattering of freckles made her look younger. If he didn’t know better, he’d suspect that Darcy was Aggy’s offspring.

Finn wondered about his feelings lately. For the first time, he was attracted to almost every female who looked his way. It was almost as if he was desperate to give his heart to the first lady who asked for it. Maybe Neeve had awoken something inside him? Perhaps Liss had given his libido a kick. Whatever was happening in his head, he regarded Darcy as quite lovely. Then he realised she was watching him expectantly.

“Sorry, lost in my thoughts,” he said. Then he waved his arm around at the surrounding area. “This is the largest and wildest of the two large cultivation areas, Darcy. If you want the job, I expect you to recruit any help you need after first seeking my approval. Harvest everything ripe, reseed and then rotate as you would any garden. There aren’t any simulated seasons here, so you’ll need to let areas of soil rest occasionally. The mist is enchanted with potent nature mana, which will speed the growth of the plants. It will also keep them healthy and well-fed, so you have much less to worry about.”

“Err! May I ask a few questions before deciding?” Darcy asked politely.

“Of course. Ask away?” Finn replied.

“Where the hells are we?” She said with a quavering voice that was slightly raised in constrained panic. “One second, I was in the clan kitchen, and now I’m in a strange indoor forest that I know doesn’t exist in Shanty.”

Hamish grinned widely at Finn. “I can answer that one, lass,” he offered, pleased that he could add something. “Did ye happen to notice that damn great boat moored up behind the forge?”

“Uh! Yes. It’s a bit hard to miss. You can see it all the way from Tother,” Darcy said. “There’s a ridiculous rumour going around that suggests Finn owns it, and it can talk.”

“Aye, lass, you are inside that big, damned boat. The boat’s name is Gypsy, and she is listening as we stand here chatting. Right, girl?” Hamish said. His voice was full of pride.

“I certainly am listening, Hamish,” Gypsy said, playing along with the happy dwarf. “My name is Gypsy. It is a pleasure to meet you, Darcy. What was your next question?”

Darcy stood still, her mouth agape with a look of confused amazement.

Finn reached out and gently lifted her chin to close her mouth. “If your next question was, how did we get here, then it’s done with a teleport spell and a lot of magic.”

Darcy looked at Finn in bewilderment but gave him a small smile. “Hells’ teeth. It’s true, then. You can do magic, wow!” She said, sounding overwhelmed, then took a big calming breath. “Big, talking boat, indoor forests and magic. Got it. I can work with that. What does the job pay?”

Aggy held a hand up to Finn and stepped between him and Darcy. “You will be expected to keep what you know about Gypsy a secret from everyone except us and other staff members. Is that clear, niece?”

Darcy straightened to attention, far more accustomed to this disciplined approach than the chaos of wonders around her. “Yes, ma’am”

“The pay will be fifteen silvers a month, rising to thirty at the end of a three-month trial period. You will receive your contract after the trial if you have proved your ability to do a satisfactory job. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied, bobbing a slight curtsy. She looked much happier with the prospect of a healthy, full-time wage on the horizon. “Once I harvest produce, what must I do with it?”

“We will be arranging a morning collection each day. The products we don’t keep will be taken to a produce vendor in Barter, where they’ll be sold for a ten per cent commission. All clear?”

“So far, ma’am. As you know, I live in the top half of Tother. Would your son consider adding lodgings to my contract?” Darcy asked with a hopeful smile.

Aggy’s lips pursed. She was tempted to give her young niece an earful for being so presumptuous, but she bit her tongue for now. Instead, she stepped to the side to let Finn field the question.

“Wow! Your mother is worse than some of the royal army’s drill sergeants,” Gypsy thought with sincerity.“Did you know she could be so formidable?”

“I saw her at her scariest at her shop earlier,” Finn replied. An idea occurred to him. “Could you keep a safety watch on their shop? Just in case.”

“Huh! It’s a brave robber that would try and take her money,” Gypsy paused, waiting for Finn’s comeback. When it didn’t come, she huffed. “Okay, yes, dear. Of course, I’ll keep a watchful scan on your mum and love interest’s shop.”

“Love interest?”

“Oh, come on! If you haven’t noticed the come-ravage-me looks Neeve’s been giving you, I certainly have. Are you on a promise?”

“Maybe, though I think Neeve will be a one-time-only deal, strictly no love,” Finn thought back sheepishly.

“Once is enough for now! Well done, stud! She’s pretty. I approve. When? Tonight?”

“Yes,”

“Wayhey! You have to use the captain’s suite tonight,” Gypsy cooed. “In fact, you should move in there permanently. You are the highest-ranking officer, after all.”

“Really? But—”

“But nothing. You can’t keep resting on your austere little cot in the engineering bay. That was the old Finn,” Gypsy chided him. “New Finn has smoking hot dwarf ladies throwing themselves at him. You wouldn’t both fit in that cot of yours. Move on up, dearest.”

“Uhm! Are you okay, Finn?” Darcy said. Her head cocked to one side, giving him a concerned look.

“What? Oh! Sorry, Darcy. Gypsy and I talk telepathically,” Finn said with an embarrassed sigh. “You wanted to know if you could live here as part of your job, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Darcy replied crisply.

Finn didn’t want to become as stern as Aggy was with her staff, but he wanted her to see he would gladly enforce his own rules. “I could be persuaded to include accommodation on board Gypsy, but you would be expected to take on extra responsibilities in exchange for the room, access to certain facilities and meals.”

“What responsibilities would they be, sir?”

Finn wanted to scream for Darcy to call him by his name instead of sir, but Aggy probably expected her son to maintain her standards of discipline. “You’d be expected to keep your room and its facilities clean and tidy. You’d have to do your own laundry and cook your own meals as it would just be you and I here most of the time. You would keep any area you use tidy and in the condition you found it. Most importantly, you would have to keep the ship’s kitchen and clan kitchen well stocked with the produce harvested from our cultivation areas at all times.”

Darcy looked thrilled with what Finn had said. “Sir, would you allow me to care for you, too?” Darcy turned a fierce shade of red. “Uhm! What I mean is cook and tend house for you. I imagine you are busy, and it would be my pleasure.”

Aggy scowled at her niece. Then, understanding crossed her features, and she smiled warmly. “Yes, dear, my son would benefit greatly from your care and attention. But you are not permitted to entertain other men here. Abbot himself has insisted that information about Gypsy is kept as secret as possible. Gypsy is well aware of who you are, where you are and what you do. You and only you will be permitted on board. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, of course, ma’am. I’m off men, anyway. They’re dumb, unreliable creatures.” Darcy didn’t look upset by that last rule but suddenly blushed. “Uhm, oh gosh! With one special exception, of course. I meant no offence, Master Finn,” she hastily added.

Finn laughed. “None taken.” As far as he could see, their offer was a lot better than Darcy might have hoped for. All he wanted was a competent head gardener. “Any other questions?”

“If this really is a magic boat, then I am sure there will be many more, sir, but for now, I know everything I need to,” Darcy said happily. “When can I start?”

He gazed thoughtfully at Darcy. “Are you working at the moment?”

“Nothing I can’t leave within a few days,” the young dwarf answered. “Would this coming Lewday be okay to start? That’s only three days away.”

“Uh, Lewday?” Finn asked, not having the slightest clue what a Lewday was.

“Darcy, dear. My son’s mentor hasn’t attended her duties, and so my son isn’t aware of the names for our weekdays.”

“Oh! May I tell them to you, sir?” Darcy said.

Finn nodded while wondering what had happened to Ember. She’d seemed keen to get started with his mentoring when he’d last seen her. He hoped she was okay.

“The first day of the week is lissday, then comes Lunata, then Sonis, Starday, Alnis and Frinday is day six of our week,” Darcy explained, “then there’s Trinder, Lewday, Dinrick, and finally there’s Ragday which is traditionally our wash day and day of rest. There is a rhyme we were taught as children, but I’m not sure that’ll help you. You’re supposed to skip while reciting it.”

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Finn was fascinated and went through the names again in his head so that both he and Gypsy could memorise them. “Uhhuh, I think I can remember those. Thank you very much for that, Darcy. Maybe you should have been my mentor. You’ve already taught me more of your world than she’s managed so far,” Finn said a little bitterly. He was confused by Ember’s behaviour. “Anyway, Lewday morning will be acceptable. Come to the clan kitchen at dawn. From there, we’ll get you set up. How does that sound?”

Darcy beamed a radiant smile at him. “I’ll be there, sir.”

“Good,” Finn said, then he looked around for Hamish. “Ma, where did Hamish go?”

Aggy sighed. “I think I’m lucky I married that machine-obsessed dwarf when I did. Otherwise, he’d be trying to court Gypsy. He’s gone for a walk around this cultivation thingamajig. What he expects to find is anyone’s guess, dear.”

“We have insects, amphibians and a few lizards living in here, nothing that could hurt anyone. He’s safe, Ma.”

Aggy smiled indulgently at Finn. “No, dear. I’m not worried about him. It’s Gypsy I fear for. Don’t ever let him bring his tools on board. He’ll have her neatly laid out in pieces within the week.”

“Oh! I see. Thanks for the warning,” Finn replied. He closed his eyes and shared Gypsy’s tracking data. “Well bloody hells! How did he get up there by himself?”

“What? Where?” Aggy said, her voice worried now.

Finn pointed to a bald dwarf with a bushy ginger beard waving merrily from the mezzanine twenty feet above them. “There.”

Aggy sighed. “I didn’t mention that he’s pretty agile when he wants to be, did I, dear. Can you do your flashy thing and get us up there with him?”

“My flashy thing,” Finn snorted. Then he concentrated, and everyone except Hamish appeared on the transport octagon just outside the mezzanine’s entrance. Everyone went to walk through the archway, but Neeve grabbed his waist and held him back.

Aggy glanced back and saw them. She grinned and gave them a very unsubtle wink.

Neeve didn’t seem annoyed by her sister, which Finn hoped was a good sign. Instead, she gave him a hungry smile and turned him to face her. “Aggy has agreed to our liaison tonight, lover,” Neeve said, her face revealing her need. “You have to agree, though, and you can’t tell her it’s just for one night, either. She still hopes you’ll make me want to settle down and marry you. I swear to you now, that will not happen. I‘d be a terrible wife. I’d be deviant and repeatedly unfaithful. You deserve better.”

“If this is just a transaction to you, let me get your proposal straight,” Finn said, trying to sound business-like. “You will make me a bespoke set of the finest dragonhide armour, plus matching boots, a belt and strapping before the day of the ascendency trials in payment for my virginity. Did I understand that right?” Finn stated. He may be naïve, but he never forgot anything, and since he’d been to the shop, there’d been time to get his thoughts straight.

Neeve looked shocked and pouted. “Well, it doesn’t sound nearly as much fun when you put it like that, but yes, that was the deal. Do you agree to it?”

Finn stared into her beautiful amber eyes. “Goddess, you’re beautiful,” he said without even thinking.

Neeve blushed hard and looked down. “I’m not, but thank you.”

Finn hung his head. He’d probably regret his decision later, but his libido screamed for him to accept. “I agree,” he said with a shy smile.

He received Neeve’s finest smile in return. “Oh, baby! I’m going to rock your world tonight.”

Then, Darcy returned with Aggy guiding a reluctant Hamish away from the mezzanine by the arm.

Hamish smiled widely when he saw Finn. “Oh, me fine an marvellous, boy. Me an Dougal could make the best ales and wines ya could ever imagine wi’ some o’ the stuff you have growing in there. He’s got bees in there, Aggy. It’s incredible.”

“Da, all you have to do is give Darcy a list of what you need, and she’ll get it for you,” Finn said as Darcy nodded enthusiastically. “Just say, and it’s yours. I just ask that Darcy and I get to sample the ale and wine when it’s done, deal?”

Hamish laughed heartily, then grabbed Finn by the wrist in a warrior’s handshake. “Done, lad! I think the goddess sent ye ta make this ol’ man very happy. I’ll have a wee word wi’ Dougal. Oh, and dinnae think I missed those spearheads ye made today, neither. We’ll talk about them when Neeve kicks ye out o’ the bed in the morning,” he said with a loud snort of laughter.

Aggy smacked his arm gently. She looked apologetically at Neeve, then gave Finn a knowing smile. “Come for breakfast before going to the forge tomorrow, dear. You too, Neeve. No hurry, though.”

Finn smiled and nodded. “Night, Ma. Night, Da. Sleep well.” With that, Finn concentrated, and Aggy and Hamish vanished. He watched Gypsy’s scan and saw them arrive in their kitchen safely.

Then his thoughts turned to Darcy. “Are you going to be okay, getting home?”

Darcy looked confused to be asked. “Yes, I’m staying with my sister. She lives just past Barter, so it’s not far.”

“Okay, Gypsy will watch you to ensure you don’t run into trouble. We’ll say goodbye until Lewday morning.”

“Good night, sir, ma’am.”

Finn teleported her just beyond the forge complex’s gateway, which he’d been told was always locked this time of night.

“Alone at last,” Neeve growled. “Are you ready for your deflowering then, my dear, sweet, innocent boy?” She asked excitedly with a raised eyebrow.

Finn whimpered, then blushed deeply. “Uh! Y-Yes, I think so,” he managed.

Neeve looked down at the straining tent in his trousers. She brushed it with her fingers and chuckled as he winced. “Mmm! You really are precious. Don’t be scared, baby. Just take me to a bedroom, then do as you’re told. We’ve got business to attend to.”

Finn did as she said without hesitation.

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An intense, highly graphic sex scene follows.

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They appeared on the large bed in the captain’s suite. She looked around at the well-appointed furniture, wood panelling and thick green carpet. Then she focused on the oversized bed, covered in white silken sheets with soft pillows stacked high against the carved wooden headboard. “Mmm! So decadent. I approve,” Neeve purred. “At least you know how to treat a lady.”

Finn collected his courage, wrapped her in his arms, and held her close, savouring her warmth and softness. He inhaled her jasmine scent, enjoying the shivers her closeness sent down his spine.

Neeve nestled into him. “Mmm! This is nice,” she sighed. “Just hold me like this for a while, lover. Let the outside world go hang. This night is just for us.”

After a few minutes of wonderfully relaxed closeness, Neeve looked up, and they kissed. Their tongues entwined, their hearts quickened, and their skin flushed as anticipation began to build.

Neeve climbed off the bed and stood before him. “Up you get, handsome. I can’t take you with your clothes on.”

Finn stood for her, not saying anything. He was breathless, caught in the moment. Content to just gaze at the dwarfess he wanted so badly.

“Now, take your shirt off for me.”

Finn started to comply, then paused as he watched Neeve sink to her knees. His whole body shuddered as she ran her hands up the inside of his legs and then converged on his fly buttons. “Concentrate on what you should be doing. I want that shirt off you,” Neeve said sternly with a hungry look.

Finn hurriedly fumbled with a few buttons, then cheated and pulled the whole garment over his head. The shirt fell to the floor, forgotten. By the time his top half was naked, Neeve had his trousers and underwear down around his ankles, exposing him from the feet upwards, his rigid manhood betraying his arousal.

Neeve stared at his groin with a look of joy mixed with apprehension. “Woah! Baby, you’re huge. Certainly, no dwarf. That’s for sure,” she said, obviously impressed. “Goddess, would you look at that beast!”

She leaned in and hesitantly kissed the tip, making it jerk in apprehension. Neeve giggled, “My, my! Enthusiastic, isn’t he.” With a look of determination, she encircled the base of his member with her right hand and began to stroke him gently. Her other hand snaked up his leg and squeezed his buttock, holding him firmly in place. Then she softly licked and kissed the tip of his member, occasionally flicking the underside of the swollen head with her tongue.

Finn groaned in ecstatic anticipation. Her caresses were exquisite, but they left him wanting so much more. Mercifully, the next moment, he felt his cock sink into her wonderfully warm and wet mouth. Slowly, she took him deeper, then began bobbing her head, clamping her lips tight and massaging the underside with her tongue. She took her time on her task, torturing her latest toy with her skills.

“Ohh! Mercy’s alive!” He groaned. Her mouth gave him divine sensations he’d never experienced before, coaxing him quickly to his very first peak. After such a short time, Finn could already feel his excitement building rapidly under this dwarven goddess’ ministrations. He clenched his ass, trying to slow things down, but his efforts failed.

“Neeve! Oh wow! I’m already close. You’re incredib—oh hells!” Finn cried out as an intense feeling swept through him, firing every nerve in his body as it went. His muscles spasmed hard, forcing his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth as he came hard down her throat.

Neeve looked shocked and pulled back a little, allowing him to fill her mouth. She struggled to swallow everything, but there was just too much. When her lover had calmed, she released his still-twitching manhood. She slowly licked the sides of her mouth, ensuring she had Finn’s full attention, and then she swallowed loudly.

“Mmm! You taste so good, my love. Quality and quantity, too. I’m lucky to have caught such a virile young fae,” she teased with a wink. She got to her feet, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and pressed against him. “You must have badly needed that release,” she cooed.

Finn looked down sheepishly. “That felt fantastic. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I couldn’t hold myself back, though. I’m sorry.”

Neeve looked at him kindly. “Don’t be silly. I was proud to get you there so soon. Never be sorry, darling. Be the well-hung, handsome fae I see when I look at you.” Feeling naughty, she kissed him hard, plunging her tongue deep into his welcoming mouth, giving him a taste of his own seed.

Finn readily accepted her salty kiss and discovered he didn’t dislike it. “Teach me how to make you cum that hard. I want to know how to make you cry out my name as you reach your peak.”

Neeve looked at him with deep affection. “You’d do that for me?”

“I’ll certainly try,” Finn replied enthusiastically.

Neeve smiled happily. Then she turned her back to him and pointed to the straining clasps that held her bustier closed. “You’ll need to release them before you can have any fun with these puppies.”

Finn fumbled with the clasps, but after a few failures, he worked out the technique and quickly flicked each one open, enjoying how her large breasts forced the material apart as the pressure was released. When the last clasp gave up its struggle, Neeve discarded it onto the floor and started wriggling out of her tight cotton trousers. The moment Neeve was free, Finn spun her around to admire her as she stood before him.

He looked at her hungrily. She was all curves and wonder. He stepped up to her and took her in his arms. “My goddess. Lie back and let me worship you.”

They shared another long and lingering kiss. “You’re supposed to be doing as I tell you,” Neeve said with a wicked smile. She touched the side of her neck with a grin. “Kiss me here until I tell you to stop.”

Finn grinned and trailed small pecks down her neck, lavishing her soft skin with gentle butterfly kisses. Finn noticed every twitch and soft moan as he did his best to please this gorgeous dwarfess. This lesson was valuable, and he would be the best student.

Neeve shuddered, then smiled at him again as she touched the other side of her neck. “Now here.”

Obediently, Finn started kissing her there.

The game continued, accompanied by Neeve’s soft moans and exclamations. Then he finally got to her magnificent breasts, the place he’d been anxious to reach. Finn gazed at them in awe. He’d never experienced the glory of a naked lady, but he was sure that these beauties would spoil him for other women. They were truly magnificent. Two works of art that just begged to be caressed.

“How am I doing so far?” he asked her quietly.

“Shh! Don’t talk. Worship them,” Neeve panted.

Neeve’s breasts were deliciously pear-shaped and had a satisfying heft and drop, seemingly created for his enjoyment. Thick brown nipples sat proud of large areolas much darker than the dwarfess’ pale skin. Finn cupped and massaged her soft tits adoringly before sighing happily as he sucked a fat nipple between his lips and caressed it with his tongue. An occasional flick of the tip made Neeve shudder slightly.

“Mmm! That’s a good boy. Now bite them. My puppies like it rough.”

Finn was surprised when her hands surrounded his head and pushed him further into her breast. He latched on firmly and suckled wantonly at her nipple, occasionally nipping the sensitive flesh, making Neeve shudder and groan lewdly. Her moans gradually grew louder until Finn bit down hard on her teat. She jerked and cried out, pushing his head down hard.

Neeve arched her back and screamed as she came. She groaned as her whole body shuddered. Feeling guilty, Finn gently licked her nipple as she slowly calmed.

Without a word, she guided his head to her other breast, and Finn latched onto it with gusto. He listened to her moans as Neeve quickly rose to her second peak. His nipping grew harder as he nibbled at her mercilessly.

She clutched him hard to her bosom as she hit her next orgasm hard. Neeve shook and groaned as she suffocated him against her mighty chest.

Neeve gulped for air as she came down from her second climax. “Oh Finn! Just— My darling fae, no one— not ever. Wow!” Neeve panted. “Now, let’s get you acquainted with my hungry puss,” she cooed as she urged his head lower, then buried his face in the soft, well-trimmed hair of her mons.

Finn kissed her and inhaled her rich musk, which did powerful things to his senses. Neeve parted her legs, and Finn watched as her beautiful dewy petals blossomed to reveal her glistening pussy. Oh, Goddess. I’m home, he thought.

Settling between her shapely legs, Finn kissed her inner thighs, his ministrations moving slowly towards her treasure. As he worshipped her, Finn listened for her moans; anything that elicited a sensual sound from her got repeated. It made him happy that he could give her so much pleasure.

He started to circle her quim with kisses, slowly spiralling inwards until his tongue was close enough to trace her swollen, glistening labia.

“Oh! Liss’ milk. You’re killing me, lover. Goddess!”

Finn’s tongue worshipped her pussy as he savoured the musky cream of her orgasms. Neeve’s sex was already drenched, and Finn delighted in lapping up every drop of her intoxicating dew. His tongue brushed across the swollen nub of her clit, making Neeve groan loudly at his touch. That told him what he needed to know, and Finn gently drew her button between his lips, teasing it lovingly with his tongue.

Finn swirled his tongue around her clit, pausing occasionally to collect more of her excitement from her swollen lips. As he continued, he began exploring her broad rump with his hands. Neeve trembled when his roaming fingers brushed against her tight little pucker. She gave a lewd moan and wriggled her ass, so Finn started to circle her rosebud.

“Goddess! I’m close. Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Neeve said as she pushed his face into her dripping sex. Finn clamped his lips around her nub and started rolling his tongue around it as he sucked hard.

“Oh fuck!’, Neeve screamed as her hips bucked repeatedly. As she pushed back, his finger pushed mercilessly into her rosebud, and Finn was rewarded by a filthy groan as she came again.

“YYESSS! Oh Goddess, Yes! Fuuuuuck!” She shouted as she washed Finn’s face with her juices. He held on as she shook and twitched, gently massaging her button as she slowly descended from her climax. He revelled in the sound of her moans.

“Gods! If you keep on doing that to me, I’ll fucking explode. I want that huge fae cock deep inside me right now!” Neeve growled. Lifting Finn’s head, she scooted from under him and turned onto her front. She raised herself onto her knees, then arched her back downward, putting her pucker and swollen sex on glorious display.

Neeve reached a hand behind her and pointed to her juicy pussy lips. “Fuck me right there, you fae stud. Give me your fucking cherry, and bloody claim me, already. Pull my hair and make me shout your name.”

Finn grinned. “As you command,” he replied obediently, trying to disguise his nerves. This was all so new to him. Here he was, entirely out of his depth, kneeling behind the hungry ass of a dwarven goddess commanding him to take her hard. His hands shook a little as the magnitude of the moment hit him. Knowing Neeve was about to greedily claim his virginity, he lined his manhood up to her pussy and eased it between her swollen lips. The feeling as she parted for him was intense.”

“Oh, gods! So big!” Neeve groaned as Finn inched in further, stretching her wide as he slowly penetrated her. She started rocking backwards and forward, easing the passage of Finn’s cock into her. She took a little more of his length with each back stroke, shivering as his generous girth forced its way into her softest depths.

Finn realised he also needed to move, so he tried to match Neeve’s rhythm, pushing himself further into her drenched pussy with each thrust. Her sex squeezed his cock tightly as he plundered her deepest depths. Each time he withdrew for his next stroke, her quim pulled desperately at his length. His nerves tingled as the divine sensations threatened to push him over the edge.

Finn moaned loudly. “Goddess, you feel fantastic!”

“Just—Fuuuck! Ohh fuck!” Neeve moaned.

As Finn’s excitement built. He felt his cock bottom out in her depths just before his hips met her sumptuous ass. He pulled back as far as he dared, then rocked forward again, enlisting another guttural moan from Neeve. He remembered her command, grabbed her long hair, and pulled until her head bent back. He was rewarded by lewd groans and even more swearing.

“Oh Goddess, yes, pull it harder, you massive bastard,” Neeve grunted through her gasps. “Break me, dammit! Ruin me with that fat cock.”

Encouraged by her words, Finn increased his pace and, with powerful thrusts, forced himself deeply into her until her rump smacked against his thighs. He ground his hips into her with each lunge, making Neeve twitch every time.

“Ohhhhh, Finn, Fuuuck! I’m coming!” Neeve arched her back and growled like a wounded animal as her pussy gripped his length, squeezing him even harder. Her walls rippled around him as she shuddered and spasmed.

“Fill me, for Liss’ sake. Gimmee your fucking seed,” she growled, her pussy still clutching his manhood in a vice grip.

She didn’t need to tell him. Finn’s orgasm was already pounding his nerves as it built towards its crescendo. “Aaargh! Neeve, I’m coming!” He shouted as his muscles started to tense, his climax rushing in. His cock twitched hard as he thrust himself deeply into her quivering core. On an impulse, he grabbed her rump and flooded his mana into her as he buried himself deep inside her and came hard.

Neeve’s climax doubled in intensity as Finn’s mana hit her like an effervescent mallet, pushing her to new heights of euphoria. As he flooded her with his cum, she screamed out in ecstasy. In between her cries, she cursed loudly. “Not again! Ohhh fuck!”

Finn felt the walls of her pussy twitch and shiver as one orgasm chained into another. She gripped the sheets and growled. Her pussy squeezed his cock mercilessly as she milked every last drop of his seed.

Finn slowed his strokes, enjoying the sensation of her fluttering quim. They were both panting hard, struggling for air. Gradually, the ecstasy faded as they both came down from their intense coupling. Neeve’s cunt randomly convulsed as he slowly withdrew from her. Seed oozed from her pouting pussy, when his cock forlornly left its wondrous sheath.

Finn paused to watch the lewd and utterly erotic sight as a rivulet of cum trickled down her inner thigh. He marvelled at her gorgeous ass in its ravaged state. Neeve truly was a wonderfully sensual creature. The fact she swore like a docker just excited him even more.

“Goddess, that was good,” Neeve said, looking back over her shoulder at him. She blew a tousled hair from her face and sighed hard. “I feel like a horse got at me, you huge bastard. If that was truly your first time, you were worth a lot more than a suit of dragonhide.”

Her gaze lowered to see Finn’s cum-soaked member still pointing proudly at her. “Oh hells! I’m getting my money’s worth tonight.”

Neeve gave him a predatorial smile. “Now, get on your back, stud. I’m going to ride you till I’m sore."