Free Web NovelChapter 49: Fall of a wife
CLANG.
Brokk’s heavy hammer slammed against the anvil in the back room. The sound violently shook the wooden floorboards.
Behind the velvet curtain, the silence was suffocating.
Brunhilda didn’t pull away. She was completely frozen, her nose brushing directly against the heavy, throbbing heat of Arthur’s cock. The thick, musky scent of his arousal completely hijacked her brain, entirely overriding her loyalty, her business, and her common sense.
She slowly parted her lips.
Her small, pink tongue darted out. She gave the glistening, dark pink slit at the very tip a single, hesitant lick.
A sharp jolt of pure electricity shot straight down Arthur’s spine. The physical sensation was insane. The air in the fitting room was cold and cramped, but the wet, scalding heat of her dwarven tongue dragging across his most sensitive nerve endings was completely paralyzing.
Arthur’s breathing hitched. His hands instinctively twitched at his sides.
That single, salty taste entirely shattered whatever restraint Brunhilda had left.
Her small, thick dwarven fingers reached up. She wrapped both her hands around the base of his shaft. Her fingers couldn’t even touch on the other side. Her hands were completely dwarfed by the sheer girth of it. It was literally bigger than her entire face.
She started licking.
It wasn’t hesitant anymore. It was frantic. She dragged her tongue up and down the thick, pulsing veins, slurping at the heavy head with absolute, messy desperation. She licked at it like a starved kid attacking a melting popsicle, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps against his skin.
CLANG.
Arthur looked down at her. The sight of the proud, grumpy dwarven blacksmith eagerly worshiping his cock while her husband worked twenty feet away fed a massive, primal surge of dominance into his system.
"Take it," Arthur ordered, his voice a low, raspy growl.
Brunhilda didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth as wide as her jaw would physically allow. She leaned forward and guided the massive, swollen head past her lips.
It immediately stretched her mouth to the absolute breaking point. She pushed her head forward, desperately trying to take the whole thing, but she completely bottlenecked. She managed to get exactly one-third of the massive shaft inside before the sheer thickness hit the back of her throat.
She let out a frustrated, muffled whine around his dick, trying to press herself deeper, her small hands pulling uselessly at his waist.
Arthur felt the incredible, tight suction of her mouth. The hot, wet pressure wrapping around the top third of his cock was pure agony. It wasn’t enough.
"Open wider, shortstack," Arthur commanded.
He didn’t wait for her to figure it out. Arthur reached down, his large hands grabbing the sides of her head, tangling his fingers deep into her thick hair. He completely locked her in place.
He practically manhandled her, pulling her face forward while simultaneously thrusting his hips violently upward.
Brunhilda let out a muffled, desperate squeal.
Arthur’s massive cock forcefully pushed past her gag reflex, entirely invading her throat. The size difference was completely terrifying. He filled her mouth completely, stretching her cheeks taut. As Arthur pushed deep, burying himself to the hilt, the distinct, thick outline of his shaft visibly bulged outward against the pale skin of her throat.
CLANG.
Brunhilda violently gagged. She couldn’t breathe. Her small hands frantically gripped Arthur’s muscular thighs, her fingernails digging into his skin as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming intrusion.
Arthur held her there, entirely dominating the shortstack.
Her dwarven eyes rolled back into her head, exposing the whites. Hot tears streamed down her flushed cheeks from the sheer lack of oxygen. Thick, messy strands of drool leaked from the corners of her overstretched lips, running down her chin and dripping heavily onto his balls.
It was a flawless, completely broken ahegao face.
Arthur slowly pulled his hips back, dragging the thick length out of her throat with a loud, wet pop, before violently thrusting right back in.
SLURK.
He set the pace. It wasn’t gentle. He used her mouth exactly like a piece of meat, fucking her face with heavy, rhythmic thrusts. Her head bobbed back and forth with every brutal push, completely at his mercy.
CLANG.
The deafening noise of the anvil perfectly masked the wet, heavy, gagging sounds echoing inside the velvet curtain. Brokk was completely oblivious.
Arthur’s breathing grew ragged. The suffocating heat of her throat milking him on every single thrust was pushing him rapidly toward the edge. He looked down at the tears streaming down her face, the visible bulge in her neck. Her cheeks were swollen, her face flushed an alarming mix of red and purple. She clawed weakly at his arm, eyes rolled back and bulging as she desperately fought for air.
Realizing what was wrong, Arthur pulled his hips back, completely dragging the massive, saliva-slicked length out of her throat with a loud, wet pop.
He didn’t do it out of mercy. He needed her conscious.
Brunhilda instantly collapsed forward against his waist, her hands gripping his thighs just to stay upright. She desperately gasped for air. Violent gasps tore from her throat as her chest heaved. Slowly, the color returned to her face, replacing the frightening purple hue. Thick strings of drool and a messy trail of snot ran down her chin, completely ruining the proud blacksmith’s dignity. She was coughing, her eyes bloodshot, staring blindly at the massive, throbbing meat resting right in front of her face.
CLANG.
Before Brunhilda could even process the oxygen entering her lungs, the ground completely vanished from beneath her boots.
She felt suddenly, terrifyingly light. Arthur didn’t just pick her up. He grabbed her firmly by her thick, fleshy waist, hoisted her straight into the air, and effortlessly flipped her entirely upside down.
"W-Wait—!" Brunhilda squeaked, her voice completely panicked as the blood violently rushed to her head.
"Get to work, you midget," Arthur ordered coldly.
Because of her extreme shortstack proportions, holding her upside down perfectly aligned them. Her flushed, messy face was trapped exactly at the height of his waist, her nose practically bumping against his hard shaft again.
And Arthur’s face was completely buried between her massive, thick thighs.
Brunhilda was totally disoriented. Being suspended upside down left her completely blind to what Arthur was doing to her lower half. She could only feel his powerful hands gripping her hips, keeping her locked in mid-air.
Arthur didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the thick hem of her heavy leather apron and the linen dress underneath, shoving the fabric all the way down past her waist to expose her completely.
The scent hit him immediately. A heavy, musky aroma of sweat and intense female arousal.
Her thick thighs squeezed involuntarily. She was wearing a simple, sturdy pair of cotton panties, but they were entirely ruined. The fabric was completely drenched, soaked through with her own juices, clinging tightly to the swollen lips of her crotch.
Arthur pinched the wet fabric and violently yanked it aside.
Schluck.
The soaked cotton tore away from her wet skin with a loud, incredibly obscene sound.
Arthur looked at his prize. She had a sparse, crimson-brown bush that barely covered her swollen, dark pink outer lips. The entire area was slick and glistening, heavily dripping with the absolute mess he had reduced her to just by making her suck his cock.
"V-Vance... what are you—"
"I said work," Arthur commanded, thrusting his hips forward slightly, tapping his massive head against her lips.
Brunhilda whimpered. Blind and completely at his mercy, she opened her mouth and took the thick head back past her lips, desperately resuming her frantic, messy sucking.
As soon as her hot mouth closed over him, Arthur lowered his face directly into her soaking crotch.
He didn’t tease her. He opened his mouth and clamped his lips completely over her wet, swollen folds.
Brunhilda let out a muffled, violent shriek around his cock. Her thick thighs violently clamped down around Arthur’s ears.
His tongue was merciless. It dragged roughly across the sparse crimson-brown hairs, parting the slippery outer folds with aggressive force. He found her hard, aching clit and aggressively sucked it directly into his mouth, rolling the sensitive little nub between his teeth.
The feeling of being eaten out while suspended upside down completely short-circuited Brunhilda’s brain.
Her hands flew wildly, grabbing onto Arthur’s muscular calves just to anchor herself. Her mouth worked frantically on his cock, her tongue swirling around the thick veins, driven by the absolute, mind-melting pleasure exploding between her legs.
Arthur pushed further. He slipped his thick tongue past the sensitive barrier, completely penetrating her inner walls. He thrusted his tongue deep inside her dripping core, mimicking the exact brutal, rhythmic pace he wanted her to use on his cock.
CLANG.
Brokk hammered the steel in the other room.
Inside the fitting room, it was pure, filthy chaos. The loud, wet slurping sounds echoed from both ends. Arthur completely manhandled the dwarven shortstack, drinking her hot juices down his throat while her tears and drool dripped heavily onto his waist.
She was drowning. Blind, upside down, her throat stuffed with an impossibly large cock, and her core violently invaded by his tongue. She couldn’t form a single coherent thought. The proud, stubborn blacksmith was completely gone, broken down into nothing but a desperately twitching, whimpering mess in the hands of the Phantom Sniper.
*****
The tension in the tiny fitting room reached its absolute breaking point.
Brunhilda’s mind went entirely blank. Suspended upside down, deprived of oxygen, and ruthlessly tag-teamed on both ends, her body completely gave out.
Arthur’s tongue was relentless. He aggressively battered her swollen clit, his suction pulling the sensitive nub directly into his mouth while his tongue repeatedly penetrated her dripping inner walls. The sheer, overwhelming dominance of his mouth devouring her juices pushed the dwarven blacksmith right over the edge.
Her climax hit her like a runaway magi-train.
Brunhilda let out a violent, muffled shriek directly against Arthur’s groin. Her thick, muscular thighs locked around his head with bone-crushing force. Her core violently convulsed, gushing a heavy, scalding wave of her fluids straight into Arthur’s mouth.
He didn’t pull away. He swallowed the hot mess, his tongue swirling mercilessly against her twitching folds, forcing the orgasm to last longer than she could handle.
Down below, Brunhilda’s violent climax triggered an absolute, involuntary clench in her throat. The tight, wet muscles of her esophagus clamped down with terrifying pressure, aggressively milking the thickest part of Arthur’s buried shaft.
That was all it took.
Arthur let out a deep, guttural grunt. His large hands tightened like steel vises around her thick waist. He grabbed her hips, practically lifted her higher, and violently thrusted his pelvis upward, burying his massive cock as deep into her throat as physically possible.
He erupted.
Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum shot straight against the back of her throat. The sheer force and volume of his release were completely overwhelming. Brunhilda’s eyes rolled completely back into her head. She violently gagged, her throat spasming as she was forcefully force-fed his massive load. Arthur kept pumping his hips, unloading his entire reserve directly down her esophagus, leaving absolutely no room for her to breathe.
CLANG.
Brokk hammered the steel, completely oblivious to his wife swallowing another man’s load twenty feet away.
Arthur finally stopped pumping. He slowly pulled his hips back. A thick, messy string of cum and saliva connected the swollen head of his cock to her trembling lips before it finally snapped, dripping heavily onto her chin.
He didn’t lower her gently. He let his grip loosen, dropping her back onto her feet.
Brunhilda’s thick legs instantly gave out. She collapsed into a pathetic, twitching heap on the wooden floorboards. Her heavy leather apron was bunched up under her armpits, exposing her completely drenched, ruined crotch. She was violently coughing, clutching her throat, thick tears streaming down her flushed face as she desperately gasped for air. She swallowed hard, audibly gulping down the heavy remnants of his load. freēwēbnovel.com
Arthur stood over her. He didn’t look tired at all. His breathing was perfectly steady.
He reached down, grabbed his clothes from the corner, and casually began to dress himself. He pulled his dark pants back up, buckling his belt right in front of her face.
"The knife," Arthur said coldly, looking down at the broken, heaving shortstack. "And the leather repairs. I want them perfect. You have until Friday."
Brunhilda couldn’t speak. Her throat was completely raw. She could only give a weak, submissive nod from the floor, her chest heaving as a fresh drop of his cum leaked from the corner of her swollen lips.
"Good girl," Arthur smirked.
He picked up his ruined shirt, pushed past the heavy velvet curtain, and walked out the front door, leaving the dwarven blacksmith lying in a pool of her own making.
