I.
"Hey Cethie, I have great news!"
The dwarf blacksmith walked into the study wearing a soot-covered apron. Her tanned face seemed darker than it actually was, as it was covered in the residue of the forge, but she still radiated energy, even in an unclean state.
"What is it, honey?"
Her husband turned to greet her. He was more than a head taller than her, with a much slimmer frame and short, reddish-brown, spiky hair.
"The local theater is putting on a production of one of the plays that I translated."
"Oh, that's great, Aatos! Which one is it?" Cethaz had her hands on her wide hips.
"It's The Prince and the Thief Queen."
"Oh, that's one of my favorites! I saw it when I was a little girl. I can't wait to see it again! I love how so many elves have been interested in my people's culture."
"Yeah, especially since so many people didn't approve of our relationship when we first moved here. It's great how they've warmed up to us." A smile broke out on his boyish face.
"I'm so happy! Do you want to celebrate? I have a few ideas..." Cethaz grinned like a demon at her husband as her green eyes lit up with excitement.
"And what might they be?" Aatos asked. He had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.
"Well, I need to wash off after a hard day of work... I would love to spend some time in the sauna together..." She smiled at Aatos.
"Sounds good to me, Ceth."
"Hold on, I want to relax a little bit first." Aatos said.
"Oh, that's fine. But don't take too long."
Aatos and Cethaz were wrapped up in white towels. They sat down on the bench in the sauna, waiting for the air to heat up. As Cethaz undid the braids in her dark hair, she looked at Aatos' towel that was wrapped around his waist.
By the time she had finished undoing her hair, the chamber had warmed up quite a bit. She leaned her head against her husband's shoulder. She was so anxious; even though they had been together for years, just being around him like this was enough to arouse her. She felt a warm stirring within her thighs. "Aatos... are you ready yet? I'm so horny right now..."
Aatos was leaning back on the wall with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and said, "Okay, Cethie, I'm ready to go."
Cethaz leapt onto her husband, smothering him with kisses on his mouth. Their tongues met each other as they clasped each other in their arms. This went on for several minutes- Cethaz knew that Aatos liked to take things at a slow pace. But he knew what else he liked, and she gradually moved her tongue down his face, past his clavicle, and down to his nipple. He sighed in pleasure as she put her mouth on it. Cethaz looked up at her lover's face and asked, "Are you happy, sweetie?"
"Of course I am, Peachie. But I'd really like to start working you over..."
"Okay, love. Just be as gentle as ever."
Aatos motioned to her to sit down on his lap, and he took her ample breasts in his hands, caressing them over the towel that covered her body. Her breathing quickened as he poked his hands under her towel, dusting her hard, sweaty nipples with his fingertips, causing her to gasp with excitement. Then he took his hands out of her towel and started caressing her blue-black hair. Cethaz had undone her braids before getting into the sauna, and her dark hair went down far past her shoulders, almost all the way down to the small of her back.
"Ahhhh... that's it."
Aatos moved one of his hands down to her stomach while his other hand kept playing with her hair. Her midriff was firm and muscular; she was wide like most dwarves but she wasn't fat. He moved his hand so it circled her belly button through the towel. Cethaz moved her face back so she could kiss him, and he slowly licked her cheek. "Oh sweetie, it feels so good- but could you go a little lower..."
"Sure thing, honey."
Aatos' fingers moved their way down her towel until he reached her mons pubis. He focused himself and stroked it as she writhed against him.
"Hold on, honey, I want to see you face to face." Cethaz said.
She moved around so she was facing him, and adjusted her hair so that it was in front of her and took him in her arms. "You love having my hair pressed between us as we make love, don't you, Willow?"
Aatos sighed. "You know that's a girl's name in Elvish, right?"
Cethaz smirked as she started massaging Aatos' flat stomach. "But it describes you so well. You're so tall and slim and supple... at least you were when I first met you. You've gotten a lot more muscular since we started doing exercises together- you used to be like a stick! Now you're way hotter."
Aatos always felt a little strange whenever Cethaz talked about his body that way, but he couldn't deny that he did feel more than a little flattered. It was one of those things that dwarven women did that elven women just wouldn't.
"Aatos, you're blushing!"
Aatos tried to deflate the situation by bringing his mouth to hers once more. He undid her towel and tossed it away so she was completely nude. Her body was wide but she was thick in all of the right places. His hardness had been poking out under his towel for quite a while now, and Cethaz started grinding her hips against it.
Cethaz felt Aatos' hands move onto her hot, sweaty buttocks as her hips continued to gyrate. She felt waves of passion emanate through her as she groaned in ecstacy and grabbed him harder, and his grip on her strengthened in return. He whispered in her ear:
"I think I'm getting a little... hungry."
Her head perked up in excitement.
"Oh, Aatos, you know how much I love that..."
Cethaz lay back onto the bench and put her legs high in the air. He got down in front of her.
"I'm ready for you..."
She moved her legs apart as he moved his face towards her, as he kissed her stomach. Then he moved his mouth downward, through her thick pubic hair. Aatos moved his mouth off her and started to caress her genitals with his fingers, moving them along the sides of her labia, then sliding them inside her before he withdrew them and started rubbing her clitoris.
"Ah... Ahhhhh... Use your mouth on me, Willow..."
