by Albion, Rex
“You make it sound like you’ve handled a lot,” Hilda giggled.
“Not as many as I’d like,” Roxy said, chewing her lip absent-mindedly. Vandal crossed one arm across his chest, and rested the elbow on it, stroking his stubble as an excuse to hide his mouth, lest it drop open.
“I’m glad you like them,” Hilda said.
“I’m so jealous. Did the piercings hurt?”
“Having a needle stabbed through my nipples? Yes, it hurt a lot, but they healed nicely with some care,” Hilda said.
“Do you like it, Vandal? Don’t they look sexy?”
Vandal tried to say, “Yes, they’re lovely.” It came out as if he was being strangled though and both women giggled.
“I think Vandal is a bit overwhelmed,” Hilda suggested.
“He does appear to be a little out of sorts,” Roxy giggled. “Do you think something like these would suit me, darling?” As she asked the question, Roxy stroked her thumbs across Hilda’s piercings and the dwarf shuddered.
Vandal nodded dumbly as his beautiful woman watched him, watching her fondle Hilda’s stunning breasts.
“I can introduce you to my friend who pierced them, if you’re interested. She does amazing work and she’s got the best healing to go with her piercing and tattoo work. These are just ornamental bars, but the jeweller I got from them does all sorts of inventive enchantments for them as well. She has a devious mind,” Hilda added.
“I’ve often thought about having it done, but I worry about how they’d feel and if they’d put lovers off. I do love my nipples being played with,” Roxy sighed.
“You can be quite rough with this, and it feels amazing. They make tender kisses and licks feel divine too,” Hilda claimed.
“It sounds wonderful. Too good to be true.”
“If you don't believe me, they’re right here. Do your worst, or your best. Try them,” Hilda offered. “I’m sure Vandal wouldn’t mind, would you, dear?”
“Me? No. If Roxy wants to learn about such things, I’d never deny her,” Vandal replied. He wanted to shout his encouragement, and see what Roxy would do but he was too enraptured to be sure he was thinking straight so he opted to say as little as possible.
Roxy looked up from an inch below Hilda’s left nipple, where she’d been studying the piercing as she teased it with her thumb. Hilda smiled down and nodded. Roxy bit her lip, and then gripped the nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and twisting, making Hilda gasp with pleasure, or was it sweet pain?
Vandal wasn’t sure. Roxy and Hilda seemed very happy though and it wasn’t long before Roxy’s pursed lips closed on the erect bud and Hilda whimpered.
The green skinned goblin woman suckled on the stiff nubbin of flesh, her cherry red lips moist as she kissed and licked it. Hilda sighed and threw her head back, her hand coming up to cup Roxy’s head, stroking it as she explored it.
“See, dear? It feels so good, having your tongue on me like that. I loved it when you twisted it too, the pain is just right for me. Imagine what it would be like if it were enchanted jewellery?” Hilda moaned.
After a couple of minutes, during which Roxy, in the name of enquiry, licked, sucked, teased and twisted both of Hilda’s nipples, the dwarf let out a series of short cries, and her body shuddered in time with them.
Vandal’s eyes would have gone wide, if they weren’t already stretched to the limits. Hilda Bracegirdle had come from his girlfriend playing with her nipples. He couldn’t move, but if he’d stood up, he knew they’d see his cock was straining at his purple pants.
Eventually, Hilda relaxed and let go of Roxy’s head and they both straightened up. “Thank you, Roxy, that was lovely, and thank you, Vandal for letting her play.”
“Happy to oblige,” croaked Vandal, doing his best to be cool about it, when all he wanted to do was join in the fun.
Hilda stood up, her proud breasts standing firm in a way that seemed off to Vandal’s eyes. “There, I hope that explains it. Dwarves have quite different muscles and bodies to most of the two armed, two legged peoples,” she explained, as if nothing unusual had happened. She didn't seem in a hurry to put clothes back on. “Which means I don’t need a corset for support.”
“Your waist really is that narrow as well,” Roxy said, marvelling at Hilda’s figure.
“Yes, so my corsets just hug my figure. We’re really strong for our size, and there’s only just enough fat on the average dwarf to give us any curves at all. We’re practically built for mining and fighting in enclosed spaces. That’s why the corsets I make for humans and elves are so different to those for myself or my fellow dwarves, you see?”
“You make corsets for elves? I’d expect them to be all willowy and slender,” Roxy said.
“Most are, but a few make Leona look flat chested,” Hilda said.
“Those are the ones like the support then?” Vandal guessed, in an attempt to stop thinking about what Hilda and Roxy had just been doing.
“Most of my clients do it for the visuals that go so well with their other tastes,” Hilda smirked.
“They like the leather?”
“That would be putting it mildly to say the least. Leather and everything that pairs well with it. I’m sure you’ll be finding out all about that as soon as they hear two clerics of Amoria are in Tinshire,” Hilda said, with a wicked grin. “Does that explanation help? I like to do what I can to educate my new clients. The best customers are repeat customers.”
Roxy nodded. “It was an eye-opening lesson, Hilda. I’m so happy you taught it to me, and I think Vandal appreciated it too.”
“I’m happy if you’re happy, Roxy.”
“It’s your turn now, Roxy,” Hilda said, then laughed. “To let me measure you and try on some samples I have to see what will work for you. I’m not suggesting any further lessons.”
Roxy blushed. “No, of course not,” she said, shrugging off her dress.” Unlike Hilda, she ended up quite nude because she had nothing on under the Amorian armour. Hilda nodded approvingly.
“Very good. Very good indeed. I can work with this. Something refined, but gorgeous, yes?” Hilda asked.
“Yes, please. I’d love to buy half the shop,” Roxy said. Vandal couldn’t help letting a strange little noise slip out. “Don’t worry, Vandal, I’m not going to. I just mean I’ll definitely be a repeat customer. How could I not be, for such a wonderful artisan? But for now, I just want something good to start with.”
“Of course. Something for the weekend? I can supply the entire outfit, suitable for a dinner at the Red Lion, but provocative enough that Vandal won’t be able to keep his hands off you when you retire for the evening.”
“No problem on that score, I’ve automatically lost that battle,” Vandal said. “It wasn’t even a contest really, Roxy is amazing.”
“She is certainly gifted with her tongue, I can only imagine how that entices a healthy young man,” Hilda agreed. She set about measuring Roxy accompanied by the occasional chuckle that couldn’t have been filthier if she’d tried.
Roxy winked at Vandal, as the dwarf took to her knees to measure around the goblin’s thighs, together and one at a time. Hilda held up her hand and twirled her finger, silently commanding Roxy to turn on the spot.
“Can you do something with this?” Roxy asked, innocently, though the way she was looking at Vandal told him her thoughts were anything but. The goblin bent a little at the waist, which pushed her wonderfully curvy bottom up and toward Hilda’s face, then gave her hips a little wiggle.
Hilda tutted loudly. “I’m sure I can think of something,” she said, and Vandal watched as the dwarf’s hands ran up Roxy’s thighs and over her bottom. Roxy shivered. “These curves are definitely something I can work with, I’m having all sorts of ideas that would do them justice,” Hilda sighed.
“What do you recommend?” Roxy asked.
“How do you feel about leather? Burgundy leather might go very well with your complexion,” Hilda said, squeezing Roxy
’s buttocks in her strong hands. Roxy gasped.
“Yes, please, whatever you think would work,” Roxy murmured. “Would it go down well in The Red Lion?”
“Not in the common rooms, but I have something quite different in mind for that. This would be something to think about for a repeat customer, shall I fetch some to try against this wonderful emerald skin?” Hilda asked, her hands never leaving Roxy’s buttocks while Vandal watched. “I haven’t had a goblin client for a while, but I think Roxy would be a perfect match for what’s in my head.”
“Uh-huh. We’re not in a hurry,” Roxy said, “are we?”
“No, by all means. I just want you to be satisfied,” Vandal said, drinking in the display like a man in the desert thirsts for water. “Everything else we wanted to do this afternoon can easily be done tomorrow morning.”
Hilda got to her feet and disappeared behind the counter for a couple of minutes. “Stay just like that, Roxy, there’s a good girl,” she called out as she rummaged around.
“Yes, Hilda,” Roxy said. Vandal could see her eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly, controlling herself while she waited.
When Hilda returned, she had the burgundy leather she’d mentioned. Vandal had imagined a skirt, or other type of clothing. But what Hilda was showing off to him, with a quizzical look on her face, wasn’t that at all.
It was a broad, flat length of thick leather about a foot long including the handle, and four inches wide for the main section. It was thick enough to be fairly stiff, but Hilda was showing it off, apparently for his approval, and she flexed it a little, demonstrating that it wasn’t actually rigid.
The dwarf waved the paddle back and forth patiently and finally, Vandal licked his lips and nodded. Hilda nodded and smiled slyly. Slowly, she reached out and stroked Roxy’s bottom with her hand, then touched the leather to it, gently. “Does that feel good against your skin? Some people love the feel of leather but it’s not to everyone’s taste.”
“It feels good, but not very flexible,” Roxy said.
“I assure you, this is the finest leather I use, it’s the perfect mix of flexibility and body,” Hilda said, winking at Vandal who found himself covering the lower half of his face again, unable to tear his eyes away.
“Of course, Hilda,” Roxy said.
“Now, Roxy, I believe you asked if I could do something with this plump bottom of yours, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Hilda,” Roxy admitted.
“Did you mean could I find a skirt that would flatter your little green tushy?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, really? Does she always tell such big fibs, Vandal?”
“I suspect she’s been known to lie now and then,” he agreed.
“I thought as much,” Hilda said, with a soft sigh. “I’m disappointed, Roxy. That you weren’t honest with me. That’s no way for a client to treat an artisan, is it, Roxy? We must have trust. I’m not selling just off the peg belts and cloaks here. I work closely with my customers. Intimately, even. Do you understand?”
Roxy swallowed. “Yes, Miss Hilda.”
“Yes, I think you do, don’t you? This isn’t the first time you’ve been in trouble, is it, young lady?” Hilda said, as she caught Vandal’s eyes. He could tell she was enjoying teasing them both, from the sly smile and the twinkle in her eyes.
“No, Miss Hilda.”
“What did you really mean, Roxy? What were you hoping I’d recommend? Hmm?”
“I don’t know, Miss.”
“I see,” Hilda said, stroking the leather across Roxy’s bottom. “I wonder, do you know what I made with my beautifully stitched burgundy leather??”
“Is it a paddle, Miss Hilda?” Roxy sighed. She opened her eyes and turned her head toward Vandal and chewed her lip.
“Why yes, Roxy, it is. Now how on earth would you know that?”
“Lucky guess, Miss?”
“I think that might be another fib, Roxy. Fibbing to me is wrong, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss Hilda,” Roxy murmured.
“Yes, it is. For our relationship to work, we need complete trust, dear,” Hilda said, her hand gently patting Roxy’s bottom, as the paddle stroked down her thigh. “I think only a very naughty young lady would be able to tell that this is a paddle, from the feel alone, don’t you?”
Roxy looked at the floor again, unable to keep Vandal’s gaze, she screwed her eyes up tight, “Yes, Miss.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve needed to bend over to have your bottom paddled, is it, Roxy?”
Roxy shook her head, “No, Miss Hilda.”
“I think I’ll have to find Vandal a spare paddle, perhaps one my apprentice made, so he can discipline you as well, when you get home. Free of charge because he’s having to deal with such a naughty priestess of Amoria, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss. That’s very kind of you.”
“Good, we’re making progress then,” Hilda said. “Is this the proper position for a paddling?”
“Um. No, Miss? I’m not sure,” Roxy claimed.
“Let’s see how far you can bend over, really stretch this bottom nice and tight, shall we? Can you take hold of your knees? Touch your toes, show us, Roxy,” Hilda urged.
Obediently, Roxy did as she was told, and managed to get just below her knees, but no further.
“Dear me, I thought goblins were more flexible than this. You need to do some stretching, dear. Vandal, promise me you’ll make sure to stretch Roxy out thoroughly when you go home, won’t you? It’ll do her good,” Hilda smirked.
“I’d be happy to, I want to make sure I look after her,” Vandal said, when he’d swallowed, and his throat wasn’t completely dry. Watching them was a sort of agony. He didn’t think he’d ever been so thoroughly teased before in his life. Two amazing women were putting on a show, which felt like it was partly for his benefit, and even if it wasn’t, he was certainly getting to watch an amazing thing.
“Twelve strokes, I think, don’t you, Vandal?”
“Twelve sounds,” Vandal paused for a moment. “Appropriate?” He cursed himself silently, for making it sound like a question. He was completely out of his depth, but it seemed that playing along was the best option. What did they say about improvisation, to say, ‘yes, and?’ or something like that?
Vandal watched as Hilda delivered the first strike with a resounding slap of leather on flesh. Roxy didn’t scream, she didn’t whimper either. Not exactly. It was hard for him to put into words, but it seemed like a mix of sounds to him. A gasp of surprise. A whimper from the sting of brief pain. A throaty, lusty sound. All rolled into one to generate a sound effect like a foley department would for a film. It made his cock twitch.
“Roxy, you will count out each stroke of my paddle, and if you miss any, I will start all over again,” Hilda warned. Then she did just that. Roxy stole a sneaky glance at Vandal just before the second time she had to start again, having missed the fifth stroke. Her hungry look got his attention, and she held his gaze while she counted. “Ow. Four, Miss Hilda.” The fifth stroke landed, and Roxy smiled at him, pursing her lips until Hilda announced she was starting again. Roxy smiled triumphantly and Vandal shook his head, concealing a grin. It was so hot, watching this and knowing just how much Roxy and Hilda were into the whole thing. He wished he’d explored this facet of life while he was still alive, but Vandal had no complaints now.
“One, Miss Hilda,” Roxy gasped, panting for breath and Hilda grinned at Vandal, her eyes flicking to his crotch as she paddled Roxy over and over until finally the goblin counted all twelve, though she’d taken easily twice that by then.
Vandal could see Roxy’s cheeks were both a curious shade of pinkish red. It was the same shade the tips of her ears usually bore and her elbows as well. Her normally green skin could turn quite red in places, when flushed with blood from embarrassment or arousal or, apparently, some firm discipline.
Hilda beckoned Vandal over and he joined the half-nak
ed dwarf, standing beside Roxy. The wicked woman took his left hand in hers, and gently guided it between Roxy’s legs, where he found her soaking wet lips. He blinked in surprise, to realise just how turned on she was, and the goblin moaned lustily, trying to push back against him. Hilda slapped her bottom again with the paddle, “Naughty girl. That was for Vandal’s education, not your pleasure.” She pulled Vandal’s hand away.
“Roxy, get on your knees, please, hands behind your back, and contemplate your misbehaviour while I have a nice chat with Vandal,” Hilda ordered. Vandal shook his head in disbelief as the normally rambunctious Roxy complied with Hilda’s instructions without a word, and more than that, looked happy to do so.
Hilda put her corset back on, unlocked the back door, and took Vandal through to the kitchen, leaving the paddle behind. Her apprentice had already gone, thankfully. That might have been an awkward encounter if she’d heard, Vandal thought.
Roxy waited patiently on her knees.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hilda made something brown and strong smelling, which turned out to taste similar to a strong coffee, which was a massive relief for Vandal. Tea wasn’t as bad as he’d been led to believe, but whatever this was, it seemed he wasn’t going to have to worry about developing a taste for it too much. They sat and he tried not to fidget too much as he drank the steaming cup of hot brown stuff and waited for the dwarf to spit out whatever was on her mind.
“Do you love her?”
That almost made him splutter hot water all over the kitchen. “Excuse me?”
“If not love, yet care deeply for her at least?” Hilda hedge. “I’m not asking for a commitment to her, Vandal, just to know roughly where you’re thinking is heading.”
Vandal cleared this throat, “Well. Roxy is amazing. Obviously. I don’t know if we’re at love yet, but I’m not going to let her get away from me, if I have anything to do with it. I don’t want to lose her. Not just because of, you know, stuff like what happened just now.”