Chapter Seven
Lucy
The stairwell to Dainley's home above his shop was narrow. Lucy's horns almost grazed the walls on either side of her, but she was careful to stay in the dead center of the stairs.
Lucy instinctively ducked into the doorway.
It was just narrow enough that she needed to turn to get her horns in safely, but once she was through and in his home, she realized the door was tall enough for her after all.
And sure enough, so were his ceilings. They were taller than her own place in Potato Town—but then, it had been built for halflings.
Dainley's home was furnished with practicality and comfort in mind more than cohesive colors.
The furniture was the heavy carved wood common for dwarves, but there were soft touches with clear elf influence—the drapes were a light, soft fabric and the upholstery of his sofa was a thick, green velvet.
"Can I get you a drink or something?" Dainley headed for his kitchen.
"Do you have anything sort of sweet?" Lucy walked into his sitting room.
Dainley poked his gray head back in, a mischievous smirk crinkling his eyes. "Give me a couple minutes."
He came back soon after with one beer stein full of hot chocolate and another empty stein. Steam curled around his head as he brought it to her. Lucy's eyes shot wide. "That's huge. There's no way I can drink all that!"
Dainley chuckled and started pouring from the full stein into the empty one. "Tell me how much you want."
"There," Lucy stopped him when he'd poured less than half into the extra mug, and took it in both hands when he offered it.
A comfortable silence stretched while they drank their hot chocolate.
The whole day they had been talking, laughing, singing, surrounded by a crowd.
It was nice to settle into the quiet comfort of Dainley's home.
Lucy found herself almost getting drowsy, she was so comfortable on his sofa.
She absently hoped in another two or three months, if her business kept picking up, she might replace the old furniture in her shop with something like this.
She glanced down at Dainley with a sleepy smile, "What else are we doing tonight? "
His slate gray eyes darkened over the rim of his cup. He drained the last of it and set it on the table before them. Dainley stood and moved in front of Lucy, leaning close and grazing her cheek with his knuckles, "Whatever we want."
Next thing Lucy knew, her lips were on his and she blindly reached to set her cup on the floor by her feet.
Dainley's hands found her waist and that steady warmth of his made her sigh into him.
They were almost frenzied in running their hands over each other; Lucy feeling his arms, and Dainley kneading her generous breasts.
Dainley broke their kiss only to trail down her neck, until he worked her blouse loose and his mouth found her nipples.
Lucy arched into him as he flicked one tight bud with his tongue and rolled the other with the pad of his thumb.
Lucy hadn't been with anyone in longer than she cared to admit, and Dainley's mouth on her sensitive nipples was like the first rain after a drought.
She dug her fingernails through his shirt, urging him for more.
Frustratingly, he pulled away, soft lips glossy and cheeks flushed. His eyes roamed over her, taking in her open blouse, heavy breasts rising with her breath. Lucy reached to pull him back, but he caught her hand and kissed her palm.
Dainley, with those surprisingly nimble fingers, untied her wrap-around skirt.
With frustrating slowness, he peeled away the light layers of fabric until her legs were bare.
She could feel her own wetness. She watched Dainley's face as he swept his gaze over her then locked to the spot between her thighs.
The hunger in his eyes made her even wetter.
"Mmm," his appreciative groan accompanied his hands sliding up her thighs, until he met the soft cloth covering her pussy. He swiped a thumb over her underwear once, before slipping under the edge and meeting her slickened folds.
Lucy's breath caught at the contact.
Their eyes met, and Dainley's had taken on a sultry intensity. "Do you want my mouth here?" Dainley's voice was a dusky growl as he swiped once through her folds.
"Gods above and below, yes." Lucy squirmed for more contact.
Dainley slipped his hands behind her and untied the string of her underwear around her tail, and pulled the rest away, down her long legs.
Spreading her thighs wide, he sank to his knees and practically dove into licking her clit.
He flicked with his tongue, just like he had with her nipples, and Lucy moaned into it.
She let her head fall back, pressing against the wall.
When his tongue thrust into her entrance, Lucy brought a hand to his head.
When he moved to her clit again, she pulled him into her and ground her hips against his tongue.
It wasn't long before Dainley ripped an orgasm from her.
It came crashing over Lucy with no warning, her hooves scrabbling on the hardwood floor as she bucked under Dainley's mouth.
He didn't let up until she was almost howling from the oversensitive pleasure.
He let her catch her breath for a few seconds before he took her by the hand. "We're just getting started, come on."
He led her to his bed, which had much more obvious elf influence than anything else in his house.
Four posts were elegantly carved like twining vines, and he pulled back the cover to reveal charcoal gray silk sheets.
He pulled her to bed and their mouths crashed together again.
Lucy worked to relieve him of his clothes, undoing the buttons of his vest, then shirt, until he was as naked as she was.
He kicked off his pants and Lucy didn't miss a beat to wrap her hand around his cock.
As she pumped his rock hard length, Dainley's fingers once again found her pussy. He rasped just above a whisper, "Have you ever been with a dwarf?"
Lucy shook her head. She returned his question breathlessly, "Have you been with a minotaur?"
"I…have experience with tall folks." He licked his lips.
He glanced to where she was gliding her hand over his shaft.
"I know this won't reach as deep as you need, but I got you.
" Dainley stretched his shoulders and pulled each finger back on his hands to thoroughly stretch his hands and forearms. "They don't call me Dainley Deep for nothing. " He winked.
Lucy shouldn't have been surprised that he was strong enough to heft her hips and drag her closer to the edge of the bed, but a little yelp escaped her.
He slipped in one finger, and though his fingers were thick, it wasn't enough sensation for her.
He slowly pumped his wrist and added a second finger, then a third gave her the stretch she craved.
Her breath came out with a whine, and she worked her hips in time with Dainley's thrusting hand.
He added a fourth finger and she gasped.
This, this was what she needed. He pressed until the full width of his palm was inside her.
Lucy cried out, the delicious pressure of his hand nearly overwhelming her.
With the finger pads of his other hand, he rubbed her clit in circles.
He slid his thumb in with the rest of his thrusting hand and she almost screamed.
The stretch was so intense, and it was just so hot to have his whole hand inside her.
She could feel him within her bands of muscle, and he tapped mercilessly on the spot that had her almost levitating off the bed.
Panting and heaving, Lucy bunched the sheets in her fists, pleasure rushing through her veins.
Tension coiled around Dainley's hand inside her, even as she relished each pull and push.
She came hard, screaming his name. Her thighs shook and tears sprang to her eyes.
Only when her moaning grew hoarse did he slow down, and gently free his hand from her soaking wet pussy.
Lucy pulled Dainley over her, kissing him and scraping her fingers through is hair.
She'd done it so quickly he caught his weight with his wet hand on her shoulder.
His hand burned from being inside her, the touch exhilarating.
Lucy closed her hand around his cock again, slowing her kiss to match the even strokes she gave him.
Dainley laughed low in his throat. He broke the kiss and brushed her ginger waves away from her eyes. "Good?" His voice was heavy, but his eyes soft.
Lucy was a little hazy after that powerful second orgasm. With one hand still busy on his hard length, she idly brushed her fingertips over his mussed beard. "Oh, hells yes," she gasped, "I've never had that before."
With a quirk of his brows, Dainley hummed. "I'm gonna show you something," his voice had sunk lustfully low, "And I want you to tell me if you want smaller or bigger. All right?" When Lucy nodded, he eased off her, leaving his bed to open a drawer in a dresser by the foot of his bed.
What he revealed was clear like it was made of glass, and hollow, and phallic shaped. Dainley squeezed it, showing it had give, and it had a little loop at the hollow end. Lucy stared just a beat too long, because he had to remind her, "Bigger or smaller?"
She glanced from the toy in his hand, to his own actual cock, then back to the toy. "I'd say it looks about right." She hadn't had a partner use these before. It was definitely as thick as she'd like.
Dainley eyed her another second, before presenting a second one. This one was green, ridged, and about twice the size of the other one. In length and girth. He jiggled each, "More like this, or more like this?" Lucy's jaw had dropped open and Dainley chuckled. "This drawer is full of sleeves."
"Can I see?" Her curiosity got the better of her.
Dainley waved her over with the big green cock sleeve.
His collection was impressive. The smallest looked like it didn't even add any size, just texture.
The largest…well Lucy was sure it would touch the floor if he actually wore it.
One caught her eye, a little longer and girthier than his first offer, but had a large spherical shape by the base.
Her curiosity became greedy as she thought about trying almost all of them.
Dainley caught her looking and hummed his amusement. "You're looking at the knot? I don't usually pull that one out on a first date, but if it's what you want…"
Lucy reached and picked it up, testing the feel. It was heavier than she expected. The knot at the base was pretty big for her, but then, she'd never been with anyone who had a knot. Truth be told, she was still thinking about his hand and already missed the fullness. "Can we try it?"
He nodded. "If you change your mind, you know I've got options."
"You bought out a shop," Lucy giggled.
Dainley smirked as he traced the length of Lucy's thigh. He licked his lips. "A dwarf always comes to a job with the right tools."
It occurred to Lucy that Dainley was thorough in everything he did. From details in leather shoes to building a stage to wrecking her pelvic floor, Dainley certainly didn't do things by half measures.
Back on the bed, Lucy lay face down, her knees angling her hips upward.
Dainley kneeled behind her. She turned, careful to avoid knocking her horns on a bed post, and watched with parted lips as Dainley swiped his fingers through her sex.
She rolled her hips to put her clit in contact with his hand, but Dainley only teased, just working her enough to spread her slick over the head of his cock.
The sleeve lay on the bed beside his knee.
Notching himself to her entrance, Dainley leaned into her with a single, slow stroke where she felt every inch stretch her.
He groaned a rumbling pitch as he sped his rhythm.
He was deliciously thick, but didn't reach as deep inside her as his hand.
Lucy let her head fall to the bed and pushed back into him.
Her moans were partly pleasure, partly desperate frustration.
They went like that for a few minutes, before Dainley pulled out and Lucy whimpered at the loss.
She looked back at Dainley and watched him again.
Slick with her wetness, he fitted the sleeve over his cock, and pulled the loop by the base over his balls to keep it secure.
He entered her again, this time easing an inch at a time into her heat.
When the knot touched her, Lucy's tail involuntarily twitched.
It didn't go in, but she rutted against him as if she could force it.
His grip on her hips and thighs was iron as he picked up his pace, never quite letting the knot in. That heated tension pooled in her again, and Lucy's panting grew more frantic. "Dainley, please," she whined, "please, faster!"
He pounded into her, her bells clanging on each thrust. His deep grunts had broken down into something like whimpering, and that's when Lucy knew he was close.
"Yes—yes!" She urged him. He loosened one hand from her hip to rub her clit again and her thighs threatened to stop holding her up.
On each stroke, that knot pressed into her, tantalizing without actually entering.
Dainley was going so fast, and Lucy was going so hard, that when it did, it was with a pop that jolted her body in surprise.
She cried out, and Dainley's hand on her hip bit deeper as he shortened his thrusts.
That push and pull of the knot was almost as good as his hand, and with a little more pressure on her clit, Lucy came fully undone.
She screamed into the sheets, even as she still rolled her hips against Dainely's.
Dainley came with a force that shook her bones. His body shuddered even as he tried to thrust any little bit deeper. Through the sleeve between them, Lucy could still feel his cock twitching, but she knew his climax faded when the steel grip of his fingers finally loosened.
They echoed each other's sighs of exertion, of relief. The knot had them stuck together, and after a few minutes, Lucy's muscles had relaxed enough to let Dainley's cock slip free. She raised herself to flip onto her back, looking up at Dainley with a spent smile.
Dainley's broad chest heaved as he caught his breath. When he got the sleeve loose from his softening cock, he gave Lucy a sweet look. He caressed the length of her thigh and gave her an appreciative pat. "Heh, there's a juicy Lucy."
Laughter bubbled out of them and didn't stop until after they were cleaned up enough to pass out for the night.