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- 1-A Dwarf like her
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Scout Master Harding watched as the Inquisitor returned from another successful mission. The Inquisitor laughed at a joke Dorian had just told and slapped him on the shoulder. Cassandra punched the Inquisitor playfully on the arm. Harding could tell that Cassandra was only messing around due to the big grin on her face. Harding was sure that if Cassandra truly wanted to hurt someone one punch would knock them to the ground. While this was happening Sera just giggled maniacally. Harding sighed. She wished she could be included in these moments, moments where the small rag-tag bunch of heroes behaved less like mere comrades and instead like a family. Harding continued to watch as the inquisitor strode up the steps and into Skyhold.
Harding relaxed as soon as the Inquisitor was out of view and let her posture drop slightly. Harding had never expected herself to be attracted to another woman - especially not an elf mage and most certainly not the Herald of Andastre. Harding thought back to her childhood. Although she had always been a typical dwarf child, getting messy and into scrapes with other children, she had always dreamt of being feminine and being treated like a princess. She had dreamed of wearing silken gowns and smelling of the finest perfumes. In these childhood fantasies she had been romanced by a gallant prince, although this had changed some what in recent weeks, ever since the explosion that had opened the rifts in the sky and brought the Inquisitor into her life. It seemed rather apt that her parents had named her Lace, although she tried to keep this name hidden in order to avoid being mocked by the scouts under her command. Who would be willing to take orders from a rough and ready dwarf with a name like Lace? Harding's desire for the finer things in life had also been expressed through her pet Mabari hound which she had named Contessa.
There weren't many other surface dwarves in the village Harding had grown up in. This had been fine at first but once she and her friends reached puberty this began to change. As her friends began to grow taller, Harding remained the same size. What had started as playful teasing at first took on a slightly darker tone as the girls and boys she had considered her friends gradually began to pair up and become couples, while she was left all alone.
She remembered one particular incident during a village dance. She had saved for weeks to by a dress for the dance. Being the sole dwarf family in a town of humans, there weren't any dwarven tailors and so she had had to settle for a human sized dress. Harding's mother was a seamstress and had done the best she could to pin the dress up, as she had know how important the dance was to her, but the dress was still obviously too long for her. As she had entered the hall where the dance was taking place she tripped over the hem and fell flat on her face. Her so called friends had found this hilarious. "Silly little dwarf" they chanted. "She thinks she's a regal woman". The laughter was to much for her to bear as she got to her feet, tears streaming down her face. The laughter did stop. "Dwarves belong in the mines" someone said. "Yeah, not in dresses" someone else replied. Harding had run back to her parents home and locked herself in her room unwilling to eat for days. She had become a shepard in order to spend as much time outside the village as she could away from the laughter and the snide remarks. Things had got better since she had saved that soldier and joined the Inquisition as a scout. Harding pushed the bad memory from her mind and entered the Herald's Rest tavern.
She walked over to the far side of the tavern to check the notice board. She almost had to do a double take. Someone had replied to her offer of dance lessons. Dancing was a natural extension of Harding's love of the finer things in life as a way to express her femininity. She had spent hours dancing in the hills while she was herding her sheep, imagining that she was attending a fine ball with the Fereldan upper class. Harding unpinned the reply from the notice board and red it. "Meet me at 10pm above the blacksmith." Harding quickly glanced around the room, searching for whoever had posted the reply. Her gaze caught Iron Bull's and he smirked smugly. Clearly he knew exactly what was going on.
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Harding's mind had been reeling all evening, as she waited for the late night rendezvous, trying to guess who she would be meeting. "Cassandra?" she thought. She was aware that Cassandra was secretly into romance and that type of thing. "Or maybe Sera, doing it as some kind of prank." she thought as she imagined the worst case scenario.
Harding climbed the stairs to see a silhouette standing in the window, framed by the moonlight. The figure turned round revealing the cream silken outfit which was decorated with gold trim. The moonlight cascading through the window behind her made the figure look almost angelic. Harding's heart instantly leapt into her mouth. "Inquisitor" Harding spluttered. "I wasn't expecting you to be here." The Inquisitor took a few more steps closer to Harding. "I'm here for the dance lessons." she said timidly. "But you've always been so graceful and poised. Why would you need dance lessons?" Harding questioned. "Well" the Inquisitor responded quietly. "We will soon be attending a ball at the Winter Palace to prevent Empress Celene's assassination. I thought it would be best to learn some basic steps to avoid looking foolish." "I'm sure" Harding responded. "That someone as beautiful as you would never end up looking foolish." Harding quickly turned away, hoping she had done so in time to hide the obvious redness that had spread over her cheeks at her accidental confession. Truth be told, Harding was more than a little jealous. Harding had heard stories of the Winter Place since she was a child. Of it's rooms decorated with gold and silver leaf, of the luxurious Grand Apartments guests of the Empress stayed in, to its gardens full of rare and fragrant flowers. And its balls where young noble debutantes wore fabulous silken gowns made by the finest tailors and imported all the way from Antivia and danced with gallant young chevaliers. It always sounded too serene and resplendent to be true and Harding had always dreamed of being able to attend such a ball, although she had always known that this would always be just a dream as no Dwarf like her would ever be invited to such a noble event.
Harding turned back and strode over to the Inquisitor. "Well then" she said confidently with her hands on her hips. "It is my duty to ensure that you are fully prepared for every eventuality." The Inquisitor smiled and nodded. "First" Harding said, enjoying being able to instruct someone as powerful as the Inquisitor. "The partners greet each other." She bowed to the Inquisitor who curtsied in reply. "Now I take your hand like this". Harding took the Inquisitor's left hand and placed it on her shoulder. She then took the Inquisitors right hand in hers while her left hand went behind the Inquisitor's back. Due to the difference in their heights, Harding's hand on the Inquisitor's back came to a natural rest on the Inquisitor's ass. Harding quickly adjusted her position, moving her hand up until to was resting on the small of the Inquisitor's back. She glanced up at the Inquisitor, who appeared not to have noticed Harding's accidental grope, which caused Harding to let out a small sigh of relief. The last thing that she wanted was for the object of her affections to think that she was some sort of pervert who had taken advantage of her after she had come to Harding for help.
"I will lead" Harding said. "At least until you get the hang of it." The Inquisitor nodded, signally that she was ready to begin. "Try not to look at your feet." Harding advised. "And 1, 2, 3." Harding began taking to steps to the side then one step back, slowly rotating round the room. Harding quickly noticed that the confidence of the Inquisitor's steps betrayed the fact that she had danced before. "This is not your first time?" Harding questioned with a coy smile on her face. "Of course not" the Inquisitor smiled knowingly "you think just because we Dalish live in the wilderness we don't have dancing?" "Then why did you ask me to teach you?" Harding inquired. "Well, we only ever really speak to each other in the field and I just wanted to spend more time with you."
As the Inquisitor finished speaking the dancing pair separated, while continuing to hold hands while the other hand reached out in the other direction. Harding paused momentarily at this revelation. Had the Inquisitor really just said that she had wanted to spend time with her? Harding's heart skipped a beat as the Inquisitor took the lead and spun Harding back into the closed position, although Harding was sure that they the Inquisitor was holding her closer than they had previously continued. This dance continued in silence for several more minutes as Harding allowed the Inquisitor to lead her around the room. Harding's mind was a blur with possibilities that she had never imagined possible, each more sordid than the last. Harding dispelled these fantasies to the back of her mind and tried to just enjoy being this close to here crush.
As the dance finished, Harding and the Inquisitor separated. Harding bowed and the Inquisitor curtsied in response. "Thanks for the lesson" the Inquisitor said as she leaned down and gently gave Harding a peck on the cheek. The Inquisitor began to rise from her bent position but before she was completely upright she leaned back in and gave Harding another kiss, this time on the lips. The Inquisitor pulled her face away from Harding and smiled, waiting for the Dwarf's response. Harding had a bemused look on her face as she came to terms with what had just occurred. Harding recovered to see the Inquisitor looking at her expectantly.
Harding threw her arms around the Inquisitor and pulled her down into another kiss. Harding's tongue came out of her mouth and pressed against the Inquisitor's lips, which opened to allow Harding access to the Inquisitor's mouth. Harding could feel the Inquisitor's tongue massaging he own as she probed every corner of the Inquisitor's mouth. Harding closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations she was feeling and moaned into the Inquisitor's mouth. After 30 seconds of this, Harding's eyes shot open. She broke off this kiss and pushed the Inquisitor away. Harding's face was a mix of shock and embarrassment at how uncharacteristically forceful she had just been.
"I'm so sorry." Harding said as she turned away from the Inquisitor. "I think I should leave." she continued as she began moving towards the stairs. "Yes, I think we should retire my to my chambers." Harding's hear fluttered at those words and felt the Inquisitor take her hand as she led her down the stairs and out into the courtyard. It was quite late so there was no one around to see the Inquisitor leading the young Dwarf into the keep. All the sentries on the wall were to busy looking for approaching armies to observe what was going on in the inner courtyard.
As they reached the Inquisitor's bedroom, she let go of Harding's hand a strode to the centre of the room. She turned round and unclasped the buckles holding her jacket closed. The jacket opened exposing the Inquisitor's perky B cup breasts to the air. As the Inquisitor had not expected to stay clothed for long, she had made the decision to go without underwear this evening. She lowered her arms allowing the jacket to slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Harding stood in the doorway desperately trying to record every inch of the Inquisitors milky skin to memory in case this all turned out to be a dream and she woke up before it was over. The Inquisitor moved on to removing her silken leggings but suffered from a momentary lapse in her usual confident demeanor as she tripped trying to set out of the legs as she had neglected to remove her boots first, much to Harding's amusement. It helped relaxed her to know that even the Inquisitor was human. The Inquisitor recovered by turning the stumble into a sexy dance, gyrating her hips as she finally kicked off her boots. The Inquisitor was now completely nude and Harding noted that the Inquisitor had trimmed her pubic hair into a neat triangle with the tip pointing suggestively at the entrance to her pussy. "Your turn." the Inquisitor said as she sat on the edge of the bed ready to enjoy the show, one of her hands drifting towards her groin while the other proceeded to pinch her nipple.
As Harding had been ready to teach dancing she was devoid of her usual armor and clad in a simple hide top and breaches. She pulled the top over her head in one motion and untied her plain bra, discarding both items of clothing on the floor. As she removed her bra there was her sizable rack sagged slightly She had truly been blessed in the bust department and had she not been a Dwarf she would have been very popular with the young gentlemen in her village. The speed at which she was undressing made it tricky for her to try to stay upright but she finally managed to kick her breaches and plan underwear into the corner of the room. As Harding stood there in her naked glory it was the Inquisitor's turn to be surprised at Harding's complete lack of pubic hair. "Very nice" the Inquisitor said as she gazed at Harding's shaven snatch which glistened in the candle light with the clear traces of Harding's arousal. Harding blushed again. The Inquisitor loved how cute and innocent Harding looked when she was embarrassed and so had been going out of her way to put Harding in awkward positions all night. "Er thanks..." Harding stammered. "We don't always get time to groom and wash in the field... and so this was the easiest way to avoid dirt and parasites" she said as she attempted to justify he choice of pubic grooming, although she realized that this was probably the least sexy reason for having such a lewd style.
"Wait here for a second." the Inquisitor instructed. She strode over to the chest in the corner of the room and, after some momentary searching retrieved a small phallic shaped object. Harding could see that it was about five inches long and made of smooth wood. It also had several leather straps attached to it. The Inquisitor stepped into the Dwarf Cock strapon and pulled it up to her waist. She had arranged for it to be custom made in Denerim by a very discreet craftsman who specialized in this kind of "niche" toy. It had cost her a reasonable sum but soon it would be worth it as she had been planning for this little encounter for a while.
As the Inquisitor stood there proudly with the wooden object protruding from her crotch the realization hit Harding. "It's.... it's a cock..." she stammered before realizing the crass language she had just used. The Inquisitor smiled and approached the nightstand where she proceeded to cover her hands with lotion from a small bowl. She then proceeded to massage her wooden dick until it glistened with the milky smile. The Inquisitor approached Harding, bent down took Harding's face in her hands. She ran her fingers along the scar on Harding's left cheek. Harding has always been somewhat self conscious about it as she felt that it made her appear more masculine but to the Inquisitor it only served to emphasize her more feminine characteristic's. The Inquisitor brushed the strands of her away from Harding's forehead and pulled her in for a kiss. Now that they were in private where they would not be discovered, any of the previous reservations that Harding had had soon evaporated.
Harding's lips parted almost instantly, allowing the Inquisitor's tongue to dart inside her mouth. Harding could fell the Inquisitor making sweeping, swirling motion's with her tongue. Harding attempted to do the same and it felt like their tongues were dancing with each other. The Inquisitor retracted her tongue back inside her own mouth, as if she was inviting Harding's tongue to follow it. Harding's tongue tentative ventured through the Inquisitor's parted lips. She could feel the Inquisitor massage her tongue with her own, their lips smacking against each other. Their lips finally parted but their tongues continued to lap at each other. The Inquisitor lowered her head slightly, seductively nibbling at Harding's bottom lip which caused her to throw her head back slightly and moan.
Harding could feel the hand that had previously been on her neck was now slowly running itself down Harding's body, stopping on the way to tweak her nipple before continuing to her pussy. The Inquisitor's mouth had now moved from Hardin's lip to her neck and latched on. Harding could feel her skin being sucked between the Inquisitor's teeth and the faint pressure which followed. Harding knew she was going to have some awkward marks in the morning but frankly she didn't care.
She felt the Inquisitor's had cup her mound, rubbing her palm against her lips while one finger traced along Harding's taint. She could feel the Inquisitor's palm become slick with he precum which only served to provide more lubrication for the Inquisitor's rubbing. The Inquisitor raised her palm up, allowing her finger to run along the lips a crease of Harding's pussy. Harding could feel a slight pressure as the tip of one of the Inquisitor's fingers slipped inside her with great ease only to be removed again, leaving Harding more than a little frustrated as the Inquisitor seemed to have got her all worked up with no pay off. The Inquisitor removed her hand, satisfied the Harding was now lubed up enough for what was to come.
The Inquisitor shifted slightly to allow her cock to slip between Harding's legs, giving Harding's some warning of what was to come. She sensually began to hump Harding as if she was wanking off her dick between Harding's fim thighs.Harding could feel the cold wetness of the lubed cock as it mixed with her own wetness on her upper thighs. The Inquisitor allowed her fake cock to slip from between Harding's thighs and placed the tip at the entrance to Harding's soft folds. "Be gentle" Harding said. "I've never done..." Her voice trailed off as she began to stare at the floor. The Inquisitor was somewhat take aback. She had known that Harding was innocent but she had never realized just how innocent. She was somewhat ashamed of how forceful she had been and how she had effectively been taking advantage of the young Dwarf, no matter how much she knew Harding wanted the same thing as her.
"You tell me the moment you feel uncomfortable and want to stop" the Inquisitor explained. "Don't feel you have to do anything you don't want to just because you think it will make me happy." The Inquisitor's obvious concern for her wellbeing cause Harding's eyes to moisten. The Inquisitor truly did care about her. She hugged the Inquisitor tightly her tears running down her face and onto the Inquisitor's stomach. She could feel the slight curve of the Inquisitor's breasts resting on top of her head. The Inquisitor brushed Harding's hair in a reassuring manner. They stood like this until Harding had recovered at which point she looked up at the Inquisitor, brushing the last tears from her face. "I'm ready" she said. The Inquisitor smiled caringly and wiped one final tear from Harding's adorable face and led her over to the bed. She had made the decision to make Harding's first time as pleasurable as possible. There would be plenty of timing for mindless rutting later.
She led Harding to the bed, allowing her to fall back on to it.The Inquisitor lay beside her. She wanted Harding's first time to be as equals, not with her taking the dominant position on top of her. The Inquisitor kissed Harding again. It was no longer the long sensual kiss that they had shared earlier but more of a peck on the lips, but still one which lingered. The Inquisitor brought her head back and met Harding's gaze. It was clear that she was trying to put Harding at ease. Harding responded with a nod.
Harding felt the head of the Inquisitor's dildo shift position from where it had been lightly jabbing her in the stomach during their embrace as the Inquisitor guided it into position between Harding's legs. Harding could feel the cock slip inside her before stopping as it began to experience increasing resistance. Harding buried her face in the Inquisitor's shoulder. The pain she felt caused her to bite down on the Inquisitor's pale skin, not with enough force to break the skin but enough that it was sure to leave a mark for the next couple of days. The Inquisitor didn't mind. In fact she found it somewhat arousing and it only served to encourage her to continue.
As the Inquisitor pushed further, Harding let out a squeal as she released her grip on the Inquisitor's shoulder. The Inquisitor had now pushed as far as she could go and Harding could feel her downy hair pressing into her shaven pussy. The Inquisitor instantly stopped with a look of concern on her face, mistaking it as a scream of pain. "It's Ok" Harding reassured her. The Inquisitor stayed still allowing Harding to get used to the feeling of fullness in her vagina.
"Keep going." Harding begged, feeling incredibly relaxed, mostly from the release of tension she had been feeling during the moments leading up to this. This feeling was quickly replaced by incredible pleasure as the Inquisitor began to pump into her. She could hear the rustle of the sheets caused by the movement of the Inquisitor's thigh as she gently thrust into her. It felt incredible to Harding. The friction of the Inquisitor's fake dick sliding into her seemed to be hitting all the sensitive spots she used when pleasuring herself, including a few that she had never been aware existed.
Harding began to see bright lights dance in front of her eyes as her brain was overloaded. The Inquisitor seemed to glow with a bright light, as if Harding was making love to the spirit of Andastre herself. This was by no means Harding's first orgasm but it was by far her most fulfilling. She had spent many nights exploring with her fingers while out in the hills and had experienced a great deal of pleasure from Contessa's rough tongue. This was different though. There was a feeling of relief that Harding had never felt before. It was as if she had suddenly discovered that years of unattained sexual pleasure had been building up inside of her until the Inquisitor had come along and caused the dam to buckle, flooding Harding's brain with warm honey. Harding heard a slurping noise as the Inquisitor slowly removed the dildo from inside of her, spilling her cum on to the bedsheets.
"Your turn." The Inquisitor said, as she reached over to the nightstand to retrieve another wooden dildo, this one being more human sized, and passed it to Harding. Harding moved off the bed and stepped into the harness as she had seen the Inquisitor do earlier. After she had pulled it up and tightened it around her waist she turned so that she could see her profile in the mirror. The large member protruded from Harding's crotch, the size of it looked obscene on Harding's small frame, it was at least twice as big as the fake cock that had recently been used to take Harding's virginity. Harding put both her hands around the shaft and playfully jerked it, imagining that this was in fact a real cock. Harding's lewd act made the Inquisitor laugh which caused Harding to turn back to the bed, slightly embarrassed that she had been caught doing something so unlady like. Harding reached towards the lotion beside the bed but the Inquisitor stopped her. "No, let me do it" the Inquisitor whispered huskily as she pushed Harding back on to the bed.
Harding watched as the Inquisitor crawled up the bed on all fours. She had a wild ferocity and need in her eyes that Harding had never seen before. She was acting like some kind of wild animal. When the Inquisitor reached the wooden phallus she began stroking it against her cheek, cooing gently. When she reached the base of the cock she turned her head slightly, taking the cock into her mount. She worked he way up and down several times, leaving lipstick and saliva all over the wood. The entire time this was going on the Inquisitor maintained eye contact with Harding. As she reached the top of the penis she removed her mouth and smiled while her toungue swirled round the head of the cock. Without warning the Inquisitors head bobbed down, engulfing the entire length of the cock with her mouth. Harding could feel the Inquisitor's nose pressing into her stomach, the Inquisitor had the dildo that deep inside her. Harding moaned gently. She finally understood why guys enjoyed this so much. Even though her cock wasn't actually attached to her, the mere sight of the Inquisitor performing such a lewd and submissive act was enough to arouse Harding. In fact, if Harding's cock had been real she was pretty sure that she would have shot her load there and then.
The Inquisitor slowly began to raise her head, gagging slightly as she removed the wooden cock from her throat. As she finally pulled her face away, tendrils of saliva ran down her chin to the head of the wooden cock. The Inquisitor wiped the excess spit away with the back of her hand and rose up, kneeling astride Harding with her legs either side of Harding's broad thighs. The Inquisitor's pussy hovered above the head of Harding's fake dick. The Inquisitor rubbed her pussy along the head of the dildo a few time until she was satisfied that it was sufficiently lubed up. The Inquisitor reached down and used two fingers to spread her pussy lips before lowering herself on to Harding's cock. Everything was happening in slow motion for Harding as she watched the Inquisitor lower herself on to the dildo. The Inquisitor moaned as she sank lower and lower until Harding could feel a light tickle from the Inquisitor's neatly trimmed pubic hair against her stomach. The Inquisitor slouched forward slightly and put her arms out to steady herself while she got used to her sudden fullness. Her hands found Harding's sizable breasts and she couldn't help but give them a firm squeeze which illicited a sharp intake of breath from Harding and a light giggle from the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor released her grip on Harding's tits and reached for Harding's hands. She moved Harding's hands round until they were resting on the top of her butt cheeks. Harding took this opportunity at a chance of revenge and gave the soft skin a squeeze. The Inquisitor smiled, happy the Harding was beginning to come out of her shell. The Inquisitor returned her hands to Harding's chest and used this leverage to begin bouncing up and down on the wooden phallus, slowly gaining momentum. Before long she was completely removing the cock from her pussy before slamming herself back down. The Inquisitor's weight and motion cause the small nub on the inside of the dildo to press and rub against Harding's cliterus. Harding's moaning and breathing became more and more ragged. Just as Harding was finally about to orgasm the Inquisitor lowered herself down one last time and stopped. The frustration on Harding's face was clearly evident. The Inquisitor removed her hand from Harding's chest and slid them up her body, caressing every inch, before coming to rest on her own tits. She cupped and squeezed them, pinching her nipples and moaning lewdly the entire time. Harding had never seen anything so erotic as this woman who was so supremely confident and comfortable in her own sexuality. The Inquisitor began to rotate her hips on top of Harding, causing the nub inside the strapon to trace small circles on Harding's clit. This was enough to keep Harding on the very edge of orgasm, exactly as the Inquisitor intended. Harding had never felt such pleasure. She felt like she was on a raft looking over a waterfall just waiting to finally go over the edge.
"Tell me what you want." the Inquisitor panted. "Let me cum" Harding whispered in between her moans. Her request was barely audible but it was clear what she had said. "What was that?" the Inquisitor asked, hoping to bring more confidence out of the young dwarf. "Inquisitor" Harding said more firmly as she gazed up into the Inquisitor's eyes. "Let me cum, please." The final please contained more than a hint of desperation as Harding felt she was about to go insane if she did not finally get some release. Satisfied that she had tortured Harding enough and without saying another word, the Inquisitor began to speed up her ministrations. Harding's moaning and shallow panting once again increased in frequency and she was clearly not the only one to be experiencing such pleasure as the Inquisitor's moaning was just as loud. "OH INQUISITOR" Harding squealed as her entire body went rigid as she finally experienced the release she desired. She felt like she had finally gone over the waterfall's edge and fallen down into a pool of warm honey. The Inquisitor was not far behind Harding as she screamed and then collapsed forward on top of Harding, her sweat drenched hair lightly tickling the nipple and aureole of Harding's left breast, bringing it to attention. In her daze, the Inquisitor's mouth clasped on to the inviting nipple and began sucking like a baby would on her mothers teat. This had a calming effect on Harding as she cooed and reached up to stroke the Inquisitor's hair. This meant on for several minutes until both of them had regained some of their strength.
The Inquisitor lifted herself off the dildo and crawled up the bed until she was beside Harding, gently cradling her in her arms. "Please tell me that this won't be a one time thing?" Harding asked, fully ready to burst into tears if the Inquisitor gave the wrong response. "Of course not" the Inquisitor responded, pulling Harding ever further into her tender embrace. "It occurs to me that I don't know you name" Harding said, slightly embarrassed to be asking such a question to a woman to whom she had just given her most intimate gift. "I can't very well keep screaming Inquisitor when we make love." Harding continued, laughing off her slight embarrassment. "I don't know. I kind of liked it" the Inquisitor responded. The Inquisitor smiled as she pulled Harding in for another kiss. As she broke the kiss she moved to Harding's ear.
"It's Ellana" she whispered.
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