When a dwarf’s lust meets a madam’s cunning, gold isn’t the only thing changing hands in the brothel tonight.

Part 7: Dwarf’s Debt, Madam’s Due, By Mia Sumner

“Norud Smeltrock, open this door immediately!”

Norud ignored the knocking and the voice, thrusting his cock back into the willing cunt beneath him. The woman gave a soft groan, worn out by his relentless fucking. He paid no attention as the door to the room opened and someone stepped inside.

“Get off the girl Norud, can’t you see you’ve worn her out?” The woman’s voice was sharp, reprimanding him. Norad rolled over to look at the intruder and the girl moaned incoherently.

“Ye promise satisfaction.” He snarled. “Does it look like I’m satisfied?” He gestured to his still hard prick.

The woman, an older lady though well maintained, glanced down at the thick hard shaft of his cock apparently unphased by what she saw. Clearly little surprised her in her role as the madam of the establishment.

“Truly the endurance of dwarves is unparalleled.” She said dryly. “But it’s been six hours and the girl is spent. You may keep the room for the night, let the girl go.” She gestured with her head to the girl who crawled off the bed and clambered to her feet, with a dazed expression on her face.

“Perhaps ye’d liked to hop on and finish the job,” Norud asked the madam who raised an eyebrow.

“I’d drain your balls dry, dwarf.” She gave him a thin smile. “Alas for you, you have a visitor. I will give you some time to put away your toy.” She gestured at his cock dismissively. “And then send them up. Afterward, we can talk about your debt.”

Norud blanched at that. He had already been in his cups when he’d stumbled into the brothel, just how much had he spent in the last six hours? The madam turned and left, leading the naked and unsteady whore with her.

Norud did not recognize his visitor, but the clan colors were unmistakable as was the look of disapproval in the older dwarves’ face.

“Ye didnae submit your report after you arrived. And I find ye here consorting with human women!” The dwarf barked out his displeasure, not even bothering with a greeting.

Norud shrugged but shrunk into himself, glad the madam had given him time to dress. “I was on the road for a long time.” He said in his defense. The other dwarf just grunted derisively.

“We need you to go to Wealdstone.” He said, not pursuing the subject further.

“Wealdstone! Ye cannae be serious.” Norud spat in disgust. “A village of farmers and animal skin wearing savages.”

“The human realm has expanded in the last hundred years.” The dwarf dismissed Norud’s protest with a sharp shake of the head.  “Wealdstone is more than you remember.” Norud spat again but the dwarf ignored him.

“Our caravans have gone missing in the land around Wealdstone. We, your chief,” The dwarf’s voice deepened in emphasis. “Need you to take our caravan and find out what happened to them.”

“Well, if the chief says I’m the only dwarf for the job.” Norud puffed up a little at that but the other dwarf laughed dismissively.

“You’re the only dwarf nearby who’s expendable.” He snorted. “Here, hire a few guards. You may need them.” He tossed a pouch onto the bed next to Norud then turned and marched out the door.

Norud reached over and heft the pouch, pleased by its weight in his hand. The trip would be miserable, but perhaps worth his time after all.

“I see you are ready to settle those debts.” The madam’s voice cut through his reverie. “One girl for six hours, plus the room for the night and a considerable quantity of ale. The tally is significant.”

Norud glared at her then stomped over to the table and dumped the pouch out. He blinked in surprise at the shower of gold coins that poured out, far more money than he had expected. The madam fell silent too, and he could see her calculating in her head.

“Perhaps your club needs further attention.” Her voice was smoother and softer now. “Girls!” She clapped summoning the other whores to her. Within minutes the room had filled with a half dozen skimpily clothed whores.

Norud eyed the sea of human flesh on display before him. His elders might disapprove, but they weren’t here and his cock stiffened with need. These girls were all young, pretty, and eager to please, but which one to pick. He scanned them again then his eyes stopped on the madam. She stiffened, as though sensing the direction his thoughts were going in.

“Drain my balls dry, can ye?” He asked and she blanched.

“Take your pick from any of the girls.” She coaxed. “Or, more than one if you wish.”

Norud smiled and pulled his pants down, exposing his thick cock to the room. The madam glanced at the large pile of gold on the table, licked her lips, and then nodded.

“You may go girls.” She said.

“They can stay.” Norud grinned. “They might learn something.”

The madam looked like she might argue, but she glanced at the gold again and said nothing, walking forward and then sinking to her knees with an effortless elegance that spoke of years of training.

Norud grunted as the madam’s soft hand gripped his shaft, barely able to surround it, and began to gently stroke him. She was skilled, as he had suspected, likely from years of doing this when she was younger. Her hand twisted and massaged his cock as she lowered her head to it.

None of the whores he noticed, though his mind was distracted, had left. They wall watched. The expressions on their faces varied from obviously amused that their madam had been put in this position to watching her technique with genuine curiosity.

The madam’s lips slid down his shaft, her tongue swirling around his cock head. One of her hands twisted and stroked his cock while the other gently fondled his balls. Norud grunted again as she expertly teased him closer towards orgasm. His rock hard cock throbbed with need, maybe this time he would finally get there.

The madam’s hand drifted from his balls to between his legs and then to… Norud’s eyes widened as her finger deftly pressed into his asshole and his cock twitched and throbbed in response. Several of the whore’s giggled, they knew this trick it seemed.

The madam’s finger withdrew and Norud moaned. She raised her head from his rigid cock a string of saliva connecting her wet lips to his cockhead.

“Do you wish me to drain your balls dwarf?” She asked in a breathy voice, eyes heavy-lidded. As she said this she teased his ass with her finger again, making his cock twitch. Norud nodded, eager for release.

“No matter the cost?” Her tongue ran up his shaft and licked the pre-cum from his cockhead as her finger again probed his asshole making his cock throb.

“Whatever it costs.” he gasped. She had him so close now he had to cum.

“You see girls?” The madam glanced back at the watching whores. “In the end, all men, no matter their will, are slaves to their orgasm.”

With that, she bobbed her head back onto his shaft and her finger probed his ass with irresistible skill. His cock twitched and throbbed as she manipulated him and then, sensing the exact moment she pulled her head away, and curled her finger, pressing on him.

With a moan, he came hard, cum shooting from his cock to land on him and on the madam. She casually licked her lips, tasting him, smiling in triumph as he panted.

“You have the room until morning.” She said “but I’ll take your payment now” and with that she swept the pile of coins off the table and left the room, the whores falling in line behind her.

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