The Tale of the Nemorvian Band

Chapter Three: A Gift Fit For A King

Jennenes Moonlight sat upon his throne looking disinterested at the woman wailing in despair as she was dragged from the throne room. "Shouldn't have broken your King's laws, you dumb slut," he mumbled.

"She knew the penalty," his majordomo replied. "She'll spend the rest of her life working in a brothel for her transgression."

"I find that is where most women belong," the young King replied, holding his hand up before his face and looking at his nails. After a moment he looked down at his majordomo, fire suddenly in his eyes. "Please tell me the next person requiring my attention will be less tedious."

"I think so, Your Majesty." He turned and waved for the next supplicant to be let into the throne room. "I present to Your Majesty, if it shall please him, Lady Teddem of clan Stoutgrip of the Shadow Mountains. The Dwarf noblewoman brings a message from her father, leader of clan Stoutgrip."

Jennenes sat up as the stout Dwarven woman came striding confidently into his throne room. Her head was held high with a perfectly poised look on her face.

Looking at her the King wondered how old she was. If she had been a Human he would have guessed she was in her early or mid-thirties. But like Elves the Dwarves lived long lives and that made her true age hard to tell.

Still, it was clear she was no inexperienced youth. She carried herself like a woman with the confidence that only came from vast life experience. That confident air she carried with her only increased her natural beauty, leaving the normally distracted King suddenly paying very close attention.

She was dressed in Dwarven finery worn by the nobles of her kind, a dress but with a

VERY

low-cut front, the crest of her clan sewn below the ample cleavage left on display. For a Dwarf the outfit was incredibly decadent, although it paled in comparison to the extravagant outfits noblewomen in his court wore.

What interested him more than her clothing was what lay under it. He was a lover of thick-bodied and large-breasted women, a description that fit almost every Dwarven maiden. Their race was short compared to a Human or Elve and this left their wide and thick figures making them look even

MORE

curvaceous. To many eyes Dwarven women seemed fat, but Jennenes knew well that their bulk was more muscle than soft excess flesh. Yet every Dwarven woman he had ever fucked had had ample fat breasts, some the size of a Smidgen's entire torso. And their asses tended to be huge and fat as well, leaving Dwarven women a plump treasure to behold from either side.

This Dwarve seemed not to be an exception and if anything her breasts seemed far larger than expected from one of her race. Sometimes men would laugh that Dwarven women had to be as muscular as their men to be able to carry the weight of their massive heavy breasts, a joking comment that seemed more likely to be true as the king beheld the Dwarven noblewoman standing before him.

"If it pleases His Majesty," the Dwarven woman said, smirking up at the king, "I could lower the top of my dress so that he could stare more easily at my breasts."

Jennenes blinked, realizing he had been openly ogling the noblewoman's overlarge breasts. For a moment he thought she was mocking him but when he looked at her face and saw the sly smile pulling at her pretty, plump Dwarven lips he knew that was not the case. If anything the proposal seemed to be a sincere offer.

"It would not be proper to do so here in the throne room, at least not now when it is so full of court attendants," he replied, sitting up straighter on his throne. He'd intentionally not told her "no", a subtlety he was certain the Dwarven woman had picked up on.

"As you wish, Your Majesty," she replied with a slight bow, giving him a quick glance into the hypnotic black void between her massive breasts. As she stood back up she reached up and undid the top clasp on the front of her dress, allowing the King to see a bit more of her over-abundant cleavage. "What

would

please His Majesty?"

"To know what business brings you here," Jennenes replied, the curiosity as to why her father had sent her to him clear in his voice while he continued to stare at her breasts. "Stoutgrip is not a man who sends envoys of his clan for no reason. Have my coin masters not been timely in paying your father for the ore and stone that he sends from your clan's home in the Shadow Mountains?"

"No, Your Majesty. In fact, the very opposite. The commerce between our Dwarven strongholds and your kingdom makes us rich while the exotic luxuries that your capital city's renowned brothels bring our people have only increased their contentment. Never have the Dwarves of the Shadow Mountains prospered so."

"So why is it that you are here?" he asked, suddenly suspicious. He knew her father. He was a hard, ambitious man who never did a thing unless there was something to be gained for him and his clan.

"My father sends you a gift to thank you for making him rich and helping our clan cement power in our mountain home. Already the other clans diminish, becoming 'lesser' as we become greater. In fact there are even whispers that my father should be named King and given true dominion over ALL the Dwarves that reside in the Shadow Mountains."

"Whispers your father no doubt began," Jennenes replied with a knowing smile. Yes, her father was ambitious. It was clear to Jennenes that the man had always desired to be more than just head of the most prominent clan in his homeland. The man had always wanted a crown and it seemed that the desire was finally within arm's reach.

"You speak of a gift," the king asked. "What is it your father sends to try and bribe me into backing him when he eventually claims a crown?"

Lady Teddem's smile grew. "It brings me great pleasure that you and my father have such a strong understanding of each other. He speaks often of you and your ambition, but it's the things that others speak of about you that have piqued my interest. You have a reputation, Your Majesty, for decadent carnal indulgence."

Jennenes listened in silence, admiring the bravery of this Dwarven woman to come before his throne and speak so openly about his sexual habits.

"To be used by such a mighty King as you," she continued, "it must bring nothing but honor, or so it is said among Dwarves."

Jennenes laughed. "I highly doubt that. You Dwarves are too willful and stubborn to view submitting to a king's sexual whims as something that would honor you. If anything, I'd think doing so would bring great shame to your clan."

She shrugged. "Perhaps it is this way with

OTHER

Dwarven clans, those that are less ambitious than my own. They all seem content to work the mines and quarries while going through the ages with nothing changing. But we Stoutgrips strive for a better world for ourselves and know to respect and revere power in all its forms, for one becomes powerful by having powerful friends and allies."

"You speak in circles, although I am enjoying the flattery," Jennenes replied. "But no more evasions, what is this gift your father sends?"

The Dwarven woman bowed slightly, stretching her arms out. "Me, Your Majesty." As she stood back up there was a mischievous fire in her dark eyes. "And although the gift comes in my father's name and with his blessing it is I that suggested the giving of this gift."

She paused, looking around at the attendants and guards that filled the throne room. "I've instructions to give his majesty his gift during this meeting, for once it is given I shall be quickly leaving your city to return to my home. I was happy to be sent to you, but I do not care to be away from my home for long. The open sky of these lands... it unsettles me. So, would it please His Majesty to open his gift while his people watch, or shall he send them away so that I can give part of myself to you in privacy?"

He made note of the careful words she chose to use. "Part of herself." Their meaning was clear to Jennenes, he would not be able to do as he wished with her. Somehow that excited him more than if she had been spread upon his bed to be his willing and obedient plaything. His mind raced, wondering what the noble Dwarve would be willing to give him, how he'd be allowed to take his pleasure with her.

"I suppose, then, that I think it is time we are left alone," Jennenes replied, standing up from his throne and looking about at the men surrounding them.

The captain of his guard took a quick step forward giving the Dwarven noblewoman a weary glance. "But Your Majesty," he objected, waving at her. It was clear he did not trust the Dwarve and worried that this was some ploy to do his king harm.

Jennenes, however, had no such worries. "I said be gone," he boomed. "

ALL

of you." There was an implied threat in the firmness of his voice, one that all of his men understood. They quickly started to exit the throne room, soon leaving the King and the Dwarven noblewoman alone.

Slowly he stepped down from the dais his throne sat atop, staring hungrily at the Dwarven noblewoman while smoothly undressing as he approached her. She stood firm, continuing to look at him with the same confident smile she'd worn since entering his presence.

As he neared her she opened the front of her dress, revealing that she wore no clothing under it. She let the garment fall to the floor leaving her standing completely naked.

Jennenes licked his lips as he stared hungrily at her body. He stood over six and a half feet tall while the wide, plump woman couldn't be an inch over five feet. Yet her presence felt so much larger thanks to her exaggerated curves. Her ass was fat, her hips wide. But what truly drew his attention were her breasts. Huge, wide, and heavy in a way that was uniquely Dwarven, the sight of their impressive fleshy mass already making his manhood swell.

"So what part of you is it that I am being given as a gift?" he asked, starting to walk slowly around the naked woman as he inspected her fleshy curves more closely from every angle.

She continued to stand perfectly still, staring ahead of herself with the same confident expression on her face. "Well, Your Majesty, it is clear to me what part of my body you desire most. I hope it will bring you great joy to hear that it is my breasts that my father offers you, the largest breasts of all the clans of my people and the marvel of the Shadow Mountains."

"That," he replied slowly, "I believe is not vanity or exaggeration." As he finished speaking he came back around to the front of her body and looked down admiringly at her huge breasts.

For a moment she looked up into his eyes then glanced down from his gaze, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his fully erect cock. "Oh my, so big, Your Majesty! I think the whispers that one of the gods you pray to is Azel must be true. Surely the god of cock has blessed you with such an overlarge member?"

He nodded. "I'd think you attempting flattery if it was not true and I am not ashamed to admit as much. What about you? Do you prey to Ynara, goddess of fat tits? Are 'the marvel of the Shadow Mountains' enhanced by the blessing of a goddess?"

"No, Your Majesty," she replied, grabbing her huge breasts and hefting them up proudly. "These are all natural and come solely from good breeding. A sign, my father says, that his blood is meant to be king. And the men in my family, their cocks are even more impressive in size than my breasts."

A sly smile pulled at Jennenes' lips. "Do you know this from firsthand experience? Is your clan, your family, that close?" He was mocking her, testing her reaction to see how subservient she was willing to be.

She simply continued to smile the same confident smile at him. "No, we are not

THAT

kind of family. But we are not shamed by nudity and those we bed are encouraged to spread the tales of our carnal skills."

Lady Teddem, still holding her breasts, began to bounce them slightly. Her ample tit-flesh jiggled prettily, drawing Jennenes in closer. "But enough talk," she said, seeing she had his full and undivided attention. "It is time for you to receive your gift, Your Majesty." She dropped onto her knees, holding her breasts tight so the landing didn't cause them to bounce too wildly. She looked up at the king and spread her breasts open. "Come, Your Majesty, place your cock between them and then do as you will to them."

"Oh, I will," Jennenes said, "but first something is needed for my cock to make the most of its time between the 'the marvel of the Shadow Mountains'." He held his right hand up, the faintly glowing tattoos on his arm suddenly glowing more intensely. Magical energy gathered in his hand which he then lowered to his erect cock. It transferred from his hand to his shaft, coalescing up its length and solidifying then becoming glistening lubrication.

"I do think His Majesty is showing off," Lady Teddem said, smirking up at him.

"Perhaps," the king replied, grabbing his large cock and slapping it down onto her chest with a wet "thwack". "But this

WILL

make things more pleasurable for the both of us."

"I'm sure," she responded, wrapping her huge breasts around his cock.

Even though his manhood was impressively sized, both long and thick, her breasts were so overlarge that they completely enveloped his cock, totally hiding it from sight. Jennenes reached down, grabbing her tits and pressing them in tighter around himself. Her breasts were so massive that both were able to grab their fleshy bulk without their fingers touching. When he started moving his hips and began humping the Dwarven noblewoman's breasts they proved so big that his cock wasn't even able to pop out the top of her cleavage.

"May the gods be praised," Jennenes huffed in pleasured delight. "These tits of yours are a wonder!" It wasn't just their size that was so pleasing to him, but how dense and thick they felt both in his hands and wrapped around his cock. The breasts of no other race were the same, none as heavy and substantial as those of a Dwarven woman.

Lady Teddem kept a firm hold of her tits as she knelt before the King, happily looking up at him. "You know, Your Majesty, you are the first member of another race that has been allowed to be with me sexually. Not even a Dwarve has been allowed to use my treasured breasts in this way. You are being given a great honor by a future princess, for my father

WILL

be a king. It is only a matter of time and of tying up loose ends."

Jennenes huffed and grunted happily as he fucked her huge breasts, sweat running down his face from the exertion. He kept his breathing as slow and steady as he could, doing all in his power to make this last as long as possible before he reached climax, for he was certain that once he did his time with her and her breasts would be over.

"Is my backing of your father in his claim for a crown one of those loose ends?" he asked between heavy thrusts up into her massive Dwarven breasts.

"No, Your Majesty," Lady Teddem replied happily. "You are a blade to cut those loose ends away. But we shall speak more once you have finished, I can tell you are growing close. I had expected no man would be able to last long using my breasts in this manner and by the look on your face my expectations are correct."

The king pounded her tits harder and faster, no longer fighting his body as it crested towards orgasm. With one final slam up into her mountainous tit-flesh he groaned in delight, his body tensing as his cock unloaded a huge load of semen into her pressed breast-flesh. They booth looked down and saw his seed bubble and ooze up from between her breasts, creating a pool of cum in the top of her cleavage.

"There is so much of it!" she proclaimed, sounding both surprised and impressed. "I knew not that Elves cum in such quantities."

Pulling back away from her, his cock already sagging and growing limp as it dripped cum on the throne room floor, Jennenes breathed heavily. "They do not. But I am an exceptional man who is blessed by Azel the cock god in many ways."

For a moment Lady Teddem kept her breasts pressed tightly together, looking down and admiring the pool of semen held between them. Then, as she stood, she let go of her huge breasts. The massive load of semen began to flow messily down her front, oozing between her overlarge breasts and trickling down her pudgy belly.

"I shall wear your royal seed as a badge of honor," she declared, standing tall and proud. "And I shall not wipe or wash it away till I have returned to my home in the mountains," she added, bending over to pick her clothing up and putting it back on so that the cum running down her front was hidden from sight.

Jennenes had also dressed and returned to his throne, sitting down to rest as he basked in the sleepy post-orgasmic haze of contentment. He looked down at the Dwarven noblewoman standing in the center of the throne room still wearing the same confident smile that had been on her face since she first entered the room. Except for a slight blush on her cheeks she showed no sign of what had just transpired and the thick fabric of her fine clothing ensured there was no visible sign of the dripping seed running down her body underneath. She stood serenely smiling up at him, seeming to simply be waiting patiently for permission to speak.

"You've played me well," Jennenes declared, still catching his breath after the sexual excitement. "You got me alone, pleasured me so my body is calmed and my mind dulled. So tell me, now that you have me in such a position and that we are alone with no ears to overhear us, why have you

REALLY

come? What does your father

really

want from me? How am I to be a blade that cuts the loose ends away?"

Her expression remained the same but her dark eyes glittered with devious joy. It was clear this was the moment she had been waiting for. "You will back my father's claim for a crown?"

"Yes, yes," Jennenes said, waving the question away. "He and I want the same thing: power. Yet there is no reason we need to be enemies. Together our ambition can tie us together as allies, our backs together as we subjugate the rest of the world around us. But what else does he want? There must be more."

Lady Teddem waited for a moment, letting the silence fill the throne room till it felt oppressive. Then, finally, she began. "There are still clans that will fight to keep things as they are, influential clans who the lesser ones will follow. My father cannot make the claim for the crown till he knows they will bow before him and fall in line before his whims and desires. Should they fear my father then they would do so, the lesser clans following along after them."

"And how," the king asked, "shall I help spread this fear?"

"We shall take captives from these clans," she declared. "The daughters or wives of men who have spoken out against my clan's, or more specifically my father's, ambitions. It would not be honorable to kill these women nor to keep them as hostages, at least that is what the majority of our people think. But wrongs committed by these women could be found letting us declare them oath breakers or framing them for crimes that would require punishment. But what should their punishment be? To be sent to you to become whores in your city's brothels! They will not be able to object and the shame this will bring their clans will make them afraid. It will show them my father has powerful allies

AND

show everyone else what happens to our enemies' women, a fate most will think is worse than death."

Jennenes grinned. "How delicious. I agree."

She bowed. "Then I take my leave, Your Majesty. I must return home with haste. Although I have enjoyed my visit with you I do not care to be away from the comfort of my mountain halls. I desire to be out from under the open sky and the roofs of Elven and Human built buildings feel little more than tissue paper to me."