Free Web NovelChapter 61: The Hammer and the Anvil [2]
[Note: Chapters got little messed up. This is Chapter 62. But it got uploaded first and became Chapter 61. And Chapter 61 became Chapter 62. I am sorry for this. Please go read the next Chapter first. And once again I am sorry]
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Brunhilda knelt on the wooden floorboards, completely stripped of her pride. Her bright green eyes were locked onto the sheer, terrifying thickness of the cock resting inches from her face. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she stared at the weapon that was about to ruin her.
"Open," Arthur commanded, his voice devoid of any mercy.
She didn’t hesitate. The dwarven blacksmith opened her mouth as wide as her jaw would physically allow. It was an impossible fit. The sheer girth of his Troll-blooded shaft stretched her lips to the absolute tearing point. She managed to force the massive head past her teeth, but the moment it hit the back of her throat, she completely bottlenecked.
Arthur grabbed the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her fiery red braid, and forced his hips forward.
SLURK.
Brunhilda violently gagged, her eyes rolling back into her skull. Arthur shoved his cock deep into her esophagus, the thick meat visibly bulging against the pale skin of her throat. He fucked her face with ruthless, rhythmic thrusts, using her mouth exactly like a piece of meat. Thick strings of saliva and tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, dripping heavily onto his balls.
CLANG.
Brokk’s heavy hammer struck the anvil outside, the deafening noise completely masking her muffled, choking whimpers.
Just as Arthur’s breathing began to hitch, the scalding heat of her throat pushing him toward the edge, he violently ripped his cock out of her mouth. Brunhilda collapsed forward, coughing and gasping desperately for air, a thick mess of drool and snot running down her chin.
"Get up," Arthur growled.
He grabbed her by her thick, fiery braid and hauled her straight to her feet. Arthur grabbed the heavy, iron-banded measuring block sitting in the corner of the fitting room and dragged it into the center of the cramped space.
"Over the iron," Arthur ordered, shoving her forward.
The shortstack didn’t argue. She bent entirely over the heavy iron block, resting her chest and massive, heavy breasts against the cold metal. Her incredibly wide hips and plush, massive ass were thrust high into the air, presenting her dark pink, dripping pussy perfectly to him.
Arthur stepped up behind her. He raised his large, calloused hand and brought it down with absolutely brutal force.
SMACK!
"SCREEEE!" Brunhilda shrieked, her back arching violently as a bright, fiery red handprint instantly bloomed across her pale ass cheek.
Arthur didn’t stop. He beat her ass completely raw, using his monstrous Strength stat to turn her entire, massive ass a brilliant, glowing crimson.
"YES! Oh gods, yes!" Brunhilda sobbed wildly into the iron block. The sheer, degrading pain sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her clit. She was shaking like a leaf, her pussy openly weeping. "Hit me harder! Punish me, Arthur!"
Arthur’s eyes darkened with absolute, predatory intent. She wanted to scream, but her husband was just twenty feet away.
Arthur casually reached down to the floorboards and picked up the ruined, completely soaked cotton panties he had ripped off her earlier. He grabbed Brunhilda by the jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoved the damp, musky fabric deep inside.
"Bite down on your own juices," Arthur ordered, tying the sides of the fabric tight behind her head to secure the makeshift gag. "You’re going to need it."
He stepped completely into her space, his heavy chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back. He reached down and gripped her incredibly wide, fleshy hips with both of his large hands.
With his [40] Strength, Arthur lifted her entirely off the floor.
"MMPH!" Brunhilda gagged into the soaked cotton as her feet left the ground.
She was completely suspended in the air. Because she was only four and a half feet tall, she looked like a thick, voluptuous ragdoll hanging from his grip. Her incredibly thick, muscular thighs and short legs dangled helplessly in the empty air, completely stripping her of any leverage or control.
Arthur aligned his thick, rock-hard cock with her dripping, swollen slit.
The size contrast was absurd. His Troll-blooded shaft was monstrously thick, heavy, and pulsing with heat, while her dwarven anatomy was compact, small, and terrifyingly tight.
Holding her entire body weight in mid-air, Arthur drove his hips forward, burying his massive length into her to the absolute hilt in one devastating, merciless thrust.
SCHLICK.
"MMMMMPHHHH!" Brunhilda’s eyes practically bulged out of her skull. A muffled, agonizing shriek tore into the dirty panties stuffed in her mouth.
She felt like she was being literally split in half. The sheer, overwhelming girth stretching her delicate dwarven folds pushed her completely past her physical limits, tearing her apart from the inside out.
For Arthur, the sensation was maddening. The resistance was immediate and intense. Arthur gritted his teeth as her scalding hot internal walls clamped down around him from all sides. It felt like pushing into a wet, crushing vice. The incredible pressure threatened to milk him instantly. freewebnoveℓ.com
He didn’t ease up. Holding her suspended in the air by her hips, Arthur began to piston into her.
He manhandled her effortlessly, using her dangling body exactly like a weightless fleshlight. He swung her thick frame back and forth with every brutal thrust.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Every time Arthur drove forward, their hips collided with staggering force. Her massive, bright red ass cheeks smashed violently against his pelvis. Her dangling legs jerked and kicked wildly in the air with every impact, her heavy breasts bouncing and swinging helplessly below her.
CLANG.
Brokk’s hammer struck the anvil outside.
Arthur synchronized his rhythm flawlessly. Every time the heavy steel rang out in the forge, Arthur drove his cock into her cervix with bone-jarring force.
"You’re taking every inch while dangling like a helpless little toy," Arthur growled directly into her ear, biting down viciously on her shoulder. "Who owns your tight little pussy now, Hilda?"
"MMPH! NGGGH!" Brunhilda sobbed brokenly around the gag, her mind completely melting into a puddle of absolute, fanatical submission.
Her dwarven pride was entirely eradicated. Her eyes were rolled back into her skull, showing only the whites, a thick string of drool slipping past the dirty cotton panties stuffed in her mouth. The sheer, degrading sensory overload of dangling helplessly, being stretched to the breaking point, and getting her brains fucked out while her husband worked right through the wall was pushing her over the edge.
Her internal walls began to spasm violently. She was milking his thick shaft from all sides with terrifying, crushing force.
CLANG. freewēbnoveℓ.com
"MMMMMM!" Brunhilda let out a deafening, muffled wail into the gag, her entire thick, voluptuous body locking up completely rigid in his hands.
She shattered into a massive, violent orgasm. Her dangling legs kicked and trembled uncontrollably in the air as endless, tearing waves of blinding pleasure ripped through her pelvis. Her compact pussy crushed down on his massive cock like a vice grip, the internal walls milking him ruthlessly.
The insane pressure pushed Arthur right over the edge.
He let out a deep, guttural roar. He gripped her wide hips tight enough to leave bruises, drove his cock as deep into her compact womb as physically possible, and blew his load.
Hot, thick ropes of cum blasted directly against her cervix. He unloaded his entire, massive reserve deep inside her tight depths, filling her up completely. Brunhilda whimpered around her panties, her body twitching and spasming with every heavy pulse of his release, completely surrendering to the overwhelming feeling of being bred like a ragdoll.
Arthur held her suspended in the air for a few seconds longer, his chest heaving heavily against her back, before his grip finally loosened.
He dropped her.
Brunhilda hit the wooden floorboards in a pathetic, twitching heap. Her short, thick legs completely gave out beneath her. She collapsed onto her side, her bright red, raw ass exposed to the sweltering air. She was completely wrecked, panting raggedly through her nose. A thick, messy mix of his cum and her own slick juices leaked heavily from her swollen, gaping pussy, dripping down her inner thigh and pooling onto the floor.
Arthur stepped back, his breathing perfectly steady. He reached down, pulled the soaked, dirty panty-gag out of her mouth, and tossed it onto her stomach. Brunhilda gasped desperately for oxygen, a stupid, blissed-out, utterly broken smile plastered across her flushed, tear-stained face.
Arthur calmly picked up his trousers, tucked his softening, cum-slicked cock away, and buckled his heavy leather belt. He picked up his repaired Shadow-Weave armor from the corner and began strapping the dark leather over his broad shoulders.
He looked down at the dwarven master-smith’s wife. She was nothing more than a puddle of absolute submission.
"You know, Brunhilda," Arthur said smoothly, adjusting his iron bracers as if he hadn’t just completely destroyed her. "My squad is going to be diving a lot of high-tier dungeons soon. We are going to need a constant supply of custom gear, rapid repairs, and rare appraisals."
Brunhilda slowly pushed herself up onto her trembling elbows. Her green eyes were hazy, looking up at him with absolute, fanatical devotion. The psychological leash was permanently secured. She belonged to him now.
"A-Anything you need, Arthur," Brunhilda whispered, her voice completely hoarse and raspy from the throat-fucking and the gag. "Absolute priority on all forge requests. And... a special discount on all materials. Just..."
She swallowed hard, her eyes darting hungrily to his crotch. "...just promise you’ll keep testing the mobility straps in the back room."
Arthur’s lips curled into a cold, victorious smirk.
"It’s a deal," Arthur said.
He threw the heavy iron bolt back, pulled the thick velvet curtain aside, and walked out of the cramped fitting room. He stepped back into the sweltering, deafening chaos of the main forge, entirely leaving the ruined, desperate shortstack to clean up her own mess in the dark.
