My blowjob to a dwarf

We were late. The orc warband that entered the Ashenvale forests two days ago had engaged in battle. The traces on the ground spoke clearly of chaotic movements—trampled grass mixed with torn-up turf, broken branches of bushes. One thing remained unclear: who had these creatures encountered? It clearly wasn't the elven patrols, whose primary weapon is arrows. Near some huge, intertwined roots, a body stirred. Kestrel, the elven huntress, swiftly drew her bow and loosed arrows. Each one found its mark. But this only enraged the vile creature. Huge and maimed, it rose, leaning its back against a tree. Its single remaining eye looked mockingly from its ugly,

split face.

"Lok'tar ogar," a rasp burst from its maw, its yellow fangs stained with pink bubbles filling its throat. It coughed.

"Falcon, what did it say?"

"Victory or death. If we want to find out where the others are, we have a few minutes. Its lungs are pierced."

"We don't need to go far. They're right here."

Climbing over barricades of stones and trees, a terrible scene unfolded before us. The entire warband of fifteen orcs, which we had been tracking from the Steppes themselves, had fallen in battle. Severed arms still gripping weapons, spilled entrails, and blood thickly soaking the earth. Wondering what force had met them here and whether it would return, I examined the bodies.

"Hey, druid, over here!"

"Coming. What is it?"

"Dwarves."

"What? Why didn't we know about them?"

"They must have come from Auberdine and, unfortunately, met the orcs before we did."

"There are two more here! Did the three of them take down the entire warband? We need to take them to the Sanctuary."

"This one is gravely wounded; I don't think he'll last long."

"He's the only survivor. We will return them to their people... at least their bodies."

Shifting into a bear and carefully lifting the heavy, stocky body of the dwarf, I slung him over my back. The trackers loaded the others onto the sabertooths. The Sanctuary in the Night Woods was our last outpost before Felwood, beyond which began the cursed lands—places defiled and twisted by demons. I carried the dwarf to one of the cells high in the canopy, where there was plenty of light and fresh air. Laying him on the bed and removing his armor, I carefully examined his body. He was not tall by our, elven, standards, but among his own people, he was probably considered quite large. His broad chest was covered with thick hair that trailed down his stomach and further, right there... I sharply averted my gaze. I needed to focus on his treatment. The massive wound seemed like it should have ended his life, but the dwarf was still breathing. Heavily, his chest rising with difficulty, but his lungs stubbornly pumped air, and his heart circulated life-giving oxygen. After carefully cleaning the wound, I applied a poultice of healing herbs, generously supplementing it with healing spells. At that moment, the wounded man groaned. Now his life depended only on him and on how favorably Elune, our merciful goddess, would look upon him. All that remained for me was to stay by his side, to keep him warm at night and monitor his condition. Shedding all my travel clothes, which I had been wearing until now, I carefully lay down beside him.

Oh, Elune! To think such things about a member of another race, and a mortally wounded one at that! But no one will see... And if he dies soon? I will never know what it's like... Listening to the sounds outside and the dwarf's ragged breathing and hearing nothing dangerous, I carefully slid to the edge of the bed. His member lay peacefully on his stomach, large, smooth, and hard. I took it in my hand, gently stroking from his hairy balls to the pink head, where a drop of pre-cum had appeared. Listening once more, I carefully touched the head with my tongue, then took it into my mouth. It was large and completely filled my little mouth, but oh, how pleasant it was. What a delight it was to suck on it, lick it, take it out of my mouth and stroke the hard shaft with my wet tongue. My fingers dug into the hair on his balls, carefully stroking with my nails as I self-forgetfully sucked his cock. Taking it deep into my throat until the head hit the back, tightly wrapping my lips around it and caressing it with my tongue. I became so engrossed that the man's moan took me by surprise. I slid off his member sharply, and at that moment, hot cum shot out in a stream, filling my entire mouth. I had to swallow the viscous, pungent fluid again and again; it pulsed out of his cock until it went soft and shrank. After licking it clean so not a drop remained, I returned to the bed, satisfied. The dwarf no longer moaned; his breathing became even and calm, and I fell asleep, holding him.