by Logan Jacobs
“I need you,” Cimarra groaned as she leaned back and held my stiff cock in her hands. Then she gestured toward the few crates left in the hallway, stood up, and moved toward them.
I shuffled over and watched as she leaned forward on the stack of crates with her elbows and presented her ass to me like an unwrapped gift.
“Mmm,” she hummed as I pulled her pants down to her ankles, pushed her top up, kissed her taut ass, and rubbed her slick pussy with my fingers.
I stood straight again, gripped onto the side of her ass, and slipped my length inside of her tight tunnel. Then I plunged my cock deeper, and with each thrust, the muscles in her beautiful ass rippled.
“You’re so big,” Cimarra moaned as she steadied herself on the rocking crates, glanced behind her shoulder, and then ran her hand through her long dark hair.
As I moved inside of her, I felt every inch of her warm pussy slide up and down my length, but then she began to rock her hips, move her ass from side to side, and steer my cock in all different directions. The movements created a deeper sense of pleasure as I scraped against her velvety walls, and I could feel myself on the edge of release.
I suspected she could too, and she increased the speed of rocking her hips against me. Her legs quivered against my thighs, and her toned lower back muscles clenched as she twirled along my cock.
“Mmm, yes, yes,” Cimarra squeaked as her entire body tightened around me in orgasm. “Ohhh, Wade. Ohhh, yesssss, pleaseeeeee.”
“I’m about to--” I groaned as I ran my fingers along her hips and squeezed.
“I want it all,” she moaned, rested her head on the crate, and then began to spasm in the throes of a climax. “I’m coming. Ohhh, fill me up!”
“Yesss,” I growled as she squeezed my length like a vice. Then with one last thrust, I released my seed inside of her as we both gasped in unison. Or climaxes lasted a few dozen seconds while I filled her accepting body, and then I dropped my head against her back and brushed my lips against her perfect skin.
“We need to do this more often,” I chuckled as I pulled myself out of her, and then tugged my trousers up.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Cimarra giggled. “And that’s a good thing.”
“I hope so,” I said as I watched some of my seed drip from her entrance. “I can get you a towel if--”
“It’s fine.” Cimarra smirked as she twisted around to face me, sat on the wooden crate, and pulled her pants up, too. “At this rate, I think we will have sex in every room here.”
“I’m not complaining,” I said with a shrug.
“Same.” Cimarra grinned as she adjusted her hair on her shoulders.
“Ready to show me our pulley problem?” I asked as I helped her off the crate and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Do you think it’s pretty serious?”
“I don’t think so,” Cimarra said as she adjusted her tights and shirt. “I think you’ll be able to figure it out easily enough.”
“I hope so,” I said. “I really don’t want to call in the builders again.”
“I know,” Cimarra replied as she picked up the small coin pouch Dar had given her and tied it around her waist again. “Remind me to add this to our safe as well.”
“How’re we looking financially?” I asked as I observed the small dwarven pouch.
“We’re good,” Cimarra said. “We’re still sitting on around five-hundred gold.”
“Even after all the repairs and additions to the theatre?” I questioned.
“Yeah.” Cimarra nodded. “I don’t know the exact numbers, so forgive me, but we are sitting on a healthy bottom-line.”
“That just made my day so much better,” I said as I started to walk down the hall. “Do you want to drop off the coin, first?”
“Sure,” Cimarra replied. “Are you going to escort me?”
“Of course,” I said as I reached for her hand and then started to walk toward the stairs at the end of the hall.
“Just so you know, we haven’t touched up the second story, yet,” Cimarra said as she pointed in front of her. “We mainly focused on repairing the areas our customers will actually see.”
“Understandable,” I replied. “I think we should touch up the second story whenever we can, though. I want you and the girls as comfortable as possible.”
“Aren’t you charming?” Cimarra chuckled as she let go of my hand and strutted up the stairs in front of me.
I had to think of dwarf mud pies just to get my cock and heart to settle down as I watched her ass. By the ancients, I just made love to this woman not even a minute ago, and I was ready to go again. She was like magic.
“You know me,” I quipped.
“Okay, we should be quieter now.” Cimarra put her finger up to her lips and hushed me.
Then we moved through the darkened second floor and dim hallways illuminated by weak lanterns on the walls. We rounded the corner, passed the dorms where the other girls slept, and then stopped outside of her room.
Cimarra searched for her key, opened the door, and felt for the lantern near the wall. Once she found it, she twisted the small knob to bring the flame to life, and a multitude of shadows danced around the floral wallpaper and surrounded the dancer as she moved across the plush purple rug.
“Take a seat,” Cimarra said as she knelt down on the other side of her bed and tinkered with the safe we moved from the count’s office. “Hopefully, it opens up easier for me this time.”
“It didn’t open easily for you before?” I asked as I tilted my head to try to see the safe.
“I think it’s just so old, and the count never really used it,” Cimarra sighed. “He thought his desk was safe enough to store important documents and finances.”
“That’s why we are handling the business now,” I chuckled. “I take that back, why you’re handling the business.”
“It’s something I never thought I’d be doing, that’s for sure,” Cimarra remarked.
“Well, I’m glad you are,” I encouraged as I moved to sit on the bed across from Cimarra’s. “Still no news on your roommate?”
“I consider Penny to be my roommate now,” the dancer chuckled to herself as she opened the squeaking safe. “But, no, no news from my previous one.”
“Have any other girls left lately?” I asked.
“No,” Cimarra turned toward me on her knees, unwrapped the coin pouch from around her waist, and then smirked. “They have faith it’ll turn around.”
“I think that’s because they have faith in you.” I returned her smile with my own.
“Maybe so,” Cimarra said with a slight shrug. “Sometimes, I just …”
“What?” I asked after she paused for a few moments.
“I just want all the girls to thrive here,” Cimarra said as she turned toward the safe and dropped the coin pouch inside. “I want this theatre to be a respected place throughout the realm, you know?”
“I think it will be,” I replied. “Have the girls expressed concerns to you or something?”
“No, like I said, they have faith it’ll turn around for the better quickly,” Cimarra said as she pushed the squeaking safe door closed. “Maybe that’s why I’m feeling this way.”
“What way?” I questioned.
“It’s how I feel just before a performance but a little more intense, which is strange, because I won’t even be performing from now on.” Cimarra stood and brushed a few strands of her hair to the side. “I think it’s the pressure of others that I feel now. Before, I’d just have to worry about how I danced, but now, it’s everyone’s performance.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I said. “That’s the count’s job.”
“Technically, it is,” Cimarra chuckled. “But, I care too much about the art of the dance and the technique that the girls are using. He only cares about it being provocative, you know?”
“I understand,” I answered. “I think there can be a healthy balance for you both to be happy.”
“I
know,” Cimarra said as she moved over and stood in front of me. “Thanks for listening to me.”
“I’m always here for you, Cim,” I said as I took her hand and brought it to my lips. “Let’s go check on the pulleys really quick.”
We both walked out of the bedroom, through the darkened hall and back down the set of stairs until we were in the rear hall again. Then we turned left, exited the backstage door, and were in the upgraded lobby.
The once cracked pillars were now fully restored, the walls were repainted and lined with golden lanterns, and the floors were polished for the first time since the original opening.
“I can’t wait to see this in the day time,” I remarked as I smelled the fresh paint. “This looks like a place I’d want to be every night.”
“Good,” the dancer replied. “That was the goal. We wanted the lobby to look inviting and open, but keep the iconic pillars at the same time.”
“I like it a lot,” I said as I took one last glimpse and then turned toward the front doors where we had placed the pulley alert system.
“Before you check that, want to look inside the auditorium really quick?” Cimarra wondered.
“Absolutely.” I smirked and then followed the dancer.
“We still need to do some more work in here, but for now, this will have to do,” Cimarra said as she opened the doors, walked through the wooden archway, and into the main seating area.
“This is still so much better than how it was.” I observed the stone seats were now covered in long plush pillows, the once uneven staircase was now smoothed and repaired, the colorful garlands were back to life around the pillars, and the colorful animal banners were repainted. “Did we touch the stage at all?”
“No, not yet,” Cimarra began. “We did get the magical lanterns fixed up in the lighting room, but what I wanted to do with the stage was too expensive for now.”
“Okay, good.” I nodded and then looked up toward the bell. “The pulley’s ropes seem to be connected.”
I stared at the rope from the arched entrance, all the way up to the top of the ceiling. Then I moved over to the nearest row and investigated the troughs that blended within each row.
“How do they look?” Cimarra asked.
“They look fine,” I replied as I lifted the wooden lid off one of the troughs, checked inside, and then shut it again. “This will really work.”
“I know it will,” Cimarra added. “Let’s see about that bell, though. Because without that, then it wouldn’t work.”
“I agree,” I said as I turned back toward the wooden arches. “Stay here, and I’ll see if I can find the issue. Then, I’ll try it out and just let me know if it’s working.”
“Got it,” Cimarra said as she took a seat in one of the rows.
“Perfect,” I muttered as I walked out of the auditorium and then into the lobby. The pulley alert system was on the far end, out of the line of sight of any elves on a mission to ruin a good time.
So, I walked across the polished floors about twenty yards and then came upon a closed wooden box bolted to the wall. I opened the little door, saw the rope dangling in front of me, gave it a little tug, and then listened for the bell.
Nothing.
I did notice the rope seemed extra tight as I tried to pull it down. So, I peeked my head inside and saw a metallic clip that held the cable in place so it didn't swing on its own and cause the bell to sound. That wasn’t part of the original design, but it was smart and needed.
“Maybe that’s the issue,” I breathed as I pressed the metallic clip back, gave the rope another tug, and this time the bell rang out inside the auditorium.
To an approaching elf, that sound is just part of the show. But to everyone else, that’s the first signal to put their whiskey away.
“It’s working!” Cimarra shouted from inside the auditorium.
That probably woke the girls and the count up, but if anything, it should make the count happy the bell was working.
“Good!” I shouted back, unsure if she heard me or not. Then I secured the rope back on the metallic latch, shut the small door, and walked back inside the seating area.
“That was fast,” Cimarra said as soon as she saw me.
“It wasn’t broken, so that’s good,” I said as I took a seat next to the dancer.
“What was it then?” Cimarra asked as she leaned her head down on my shoulder.
“It was a little metallic latch that the builders installed to make sure the rope stays in place,” I said as I leaned my head on hers. “So, whoever is in charge of that tomorrow will have to make sure and unlatch it before the show.”
Okay, let’s put Dar in charge of that,” Cimarra suggested. “I’d rather have you and Skam on security just in case.”
“We can do that,” I said as I kissed the top of her head. “I know I keep saying it, but this is going to work.”
“I know it will,” Cimarra added. “By the way, what did you even tell the builders the bell was for?”
“That it was just part of the show,” I chuckled. “They didn’t ask any questions.”
“Of course,” Cimarra said as she moved her head off mine and took a deep breath.
“Feels good to be done fixing this place up, huh?” I asked as I put my arm around her and looked over the theatre in front of us.
It was ours.
“You look like a proud father watching his children,” Cimarra giggled.
“Is it weird that I feel that way when I look at everything we’ve done so far?” I asked.
“I don’t think it’s that weird,” Cimarra said as she leaned against my arm around her. “Pretty soon, this place will be packed with people.”
“People with pocket’s full of silver,” I grinned.
“Looks like the sun is coming up,” Cimarra said as a few faint beams of light shined through an opening in the dome ceiling. Then I felt her turn her head along my shoulder, yawn, and look up at me. “What’re we going to do with all that coin?”
“We’re gonna change the realm for the better, Cim.”
Chapter 6
Cimarra and I both watched the sun’s rays dance on the sand stage in front of us. As we did, my eyelids drooped, and Cimarra started to snore lightly on my shoulder. This was proof that the theatre seats were much more comfortable. Before, I couldn’t sit on the stone slabs without my ass hurting, but now, I was going to sleep like a baby on them.
But, as soon as my eyes closed, I suddenly felt an intense sensation drag me deeper into the darkness. Whatever pulled at me felt familiar, and I knew it must’ve been the keys up to something.
When my eyes opened, I saw nothing, but as my eyes adjusted, I could tell I was in a small stone room sitting on a dirt floor. I could also see two cells or cages on each side of me.
The stench caused me to gag, but when I did, no sound came from my mouth. I tried to call out within this place to see if anyone could hear me, and again, I was kept silent as if I had no vocal cords.
My heart began to race, and my hands became clammy as the darkness seemed to close in around me.
Where the fuck was I?
I searched for any kind of exit and I could see a faint blue light across the room, so I decided I was going to go for it. I reached the cage on my left and used one bar at a time, shuffled my feet forward, and kept my eye on the glowing bead to guide me across the room. As I moved, I started to hear a voice mumble within the darkness, and it seemed to come from the light itself.
“Hello?” I tried to call out again, but my voice was still silenced.
Then the mumbling grew louder, and whoever it was, was speaking dwarvish. So, I kept moving toward the noise and light until I saw it begin to sway from side to side like a ticking clocks hand.
“Grodmick shut yur fookin mouth over thur!” A gruff voice bellowed from the cage on the other side of the room.
Grodmick, I knew that name.
It was the name written in the chest along with the nightshade
flower. Apparently, it was the name of the most famous dwarven architect responsible for designing the entire Dwarf District.
Was this the same guy in front of me now?
“Do ya wanna get outta here or not?” Grodmick responded, and his voice came from the glowing blue light just a few feet in front of me.
That’s when I knew where I was.
A dungeon.
“Aye!” the gruff voice whined. “But how? Yur fookin necklace you keep mumblin’ about?”
“This necklace is the only hope we have, lad,” Grodmick mumbled.
“Yur loosin’ it …” the gruff voice replied.
Grodmick started to chant the same few dwarven words over and over. As he did, the blue orb began to glow brighter and reveal the dwarf's face.
Grodmick’s eyes began to take on the same color as the blue glow. His beard was red and wild-looking, and his face resembled an old leather-bound book. Whatever was glowing, he wore around his neck, and he held the orb between his large hands.
“What’re ya doin’?” the gruff voice asked.
“Savin’ us,” Grodmick whispered and then took a deep breath in, and then his glowing eyes locked onto mine.
Does he actually see me?
He does.
The keys melodic voice answered.
But before I could respond, the dwarf blew onto the glowing orb, and an explosion of white light pushed me across the room.
Then my eyes opened.
“Wade … Wade?” the count’s voice asked. “You awake?”
My vision was blurry, but my mind still pictured Grodmick’s face.
“Now I am,” I groaned, squinted in the new light of the day, and saw the count’s chubby face an inch away from mine.
He was the last person I wanted to see.
Fuck, who was that dwarf?
“What time is it?” Cimarra yawned from my shoulder as she woke up with me. “I dreamt the count was …”
“Was what?” the count spoke up and startled the sleepy dancer. “I don’t care what you two were doing out here, but some of us have work to do.”