The Morning After (D&D)

A surprised dwarf and his satyr lover & short story

Dobbs Runemason, the dwarven cleric rarely drank. He didn't like how it made him feel, or how his head would ache the next day. For a dwarf, his tolerance was surprisingly low. Not only that but he felt with a clearer head he could better follow the teachings of his divine god, Torm. Still, after he and his party had returned from a particularly grueling encounter no worse for wear and a sack of gold richer for it, he had indeed celebrated with his fellows at the tavern that night. Perhaps a bit too much, he concluded as he groaned and slowly opened his eyes the following morning.

"Morning there, sunshine."

Dobbs suddenly sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes. Lying in the bed next to him, naked as the day he was born was Naveus, the satyr warlock, and one of his traveling companions.

"W-what're ye doing in my bed, lad?!" The startled dwarf sputtered.

The satyr raised an eyebrow. "Well last night I thought we agreed this would be our bed?"

"How's that now?"

"When we were finishing up our revelry last night you pulled me aside and told me, 'I've been thinking about yer stories lad, about some of the men ye've bedded... And I wondered if ye've ever thought about me in that way?'" The younger man explained in his best dwarvish accent.

Dobbs swallowed, which he found difficult with such a dry throat. "I can't remember sayin' that."

"Well, you at least remember all the fun we had, yes? I know I haven't enjoyed myself like that in, gosh, I can't really recall."

"I d-don't, we didn't really, er..." The dwarf felt his face go quite pink as the warlock lifted the covers and moved on top of him. He felt the heat of the satyr's impressive maleness as it pressed against his thigh.

"Must be all that religious repression, hm?" The satyr teased. "You wanted me on my back, on my knees, and then you really surprised me when you got on all fours and begged for it!"

"No, that doesn't, I would never..." The dwarf protested, albeit weakly.

"And the places you put your mouth, I think you even made me blush a couple times!" Naveus said and grinned. He tugged lightly on the dwarf's full white beard and brought their faces closer together.

"W-we did all that last night?!"

"Oh yes, and then some! You were insatiable my stocky friend! We need to get you in your cups more often!"

"Torm deliver me..." Dobbs whispered.

Naveus casually looked down the dwarf's furry front as he moved in closer. "Speaking of insatiable, look who's getting ready for round four!"

The old cleric blushed even more deeply as his own manhood betrayed him by thickening right up. The head of it actually coming into contact with Naveus'. 

"Alright, that's enough! I don't remember any of that happening, and I'm half sure ye made the whole blasted story up! Probably the lot of ye, playin' a joke on an old man!" Said Dobbs angrily as he pushed the satyr to the far side of the bed and pulled the blanket back up to his chest.

The warlock laughed and smiled. "Guess you'll never know. But the next time you invite me to your room, I'll make sure to get it in writing."