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."