Dwarf Boyfriend Varrick (complete)

    You chuck the rock into the lake with all your might, feeling better the harder you throw. You sniffle, wiping your face and smearing dirt and mud on your cheek. You’ve been trying to get a hold of yourself, but when your heart is broken, it’s hard to do. It’s hard to feel anything without that lingering ache that’s always there. 

    You huff and reach down to pick up another rock. You lose your footing, toppling over onto the rocky beach, hitting your elbow and knee. You lay there on the rocks, staring up the graying sky. You blink a few times before you realize you’re hurting in some way other than the internal pain.

    You lay there, staring up at the sky, growing darker and darker as the clouds begin to crowd in. You hear someone singing, their voice deep and gravely, a low rasp to match the crunch of the stones under their feet.

    “Oh,” they gasp. They stop for a moment before approaching you. “Wasn’t expecting a mermaid today.”

    You look up, seeing a dark beard and wild hair. You huff and look aside.

    He chuckles, kneeling down beside you. “You look like you’ve seen better days.”

    You grimace.

    “Way better days!” He holds his hand out. “You best be getting up, a storm is coming.”

    You huff and ignore his hand. You stand up on your hand and look down at him. You realize he’s a dwarf. He has an ax on his back and some sort of open leather bucket on his hip. You sigh, looking out across the lake. Thunder threatens in the distance and the dwarf tugs on your hand.

    “Come along, little mermaid,” he growls at you. “It’s supposed to come down a gully washer.” He yanks at your hand.

    You wrench your hand away and glare down at him. “Listen here you I-” Rain comes down in such a way it’s like a bucket was poured over your head. You scream from the suddenness of it, and the dwarf grabs your hand tight. 

    You run along the rocky beach, following the Dwarf until you reach a small cabin attached to a dock. Inside, there is a fire and the smell of something cooking. 

    “Oh my god!” You whine.

    The dwarf huffs and he rings out his beard. “You’re welcome to stay here, little mermaid. But you may consider adjusting your attitude.”

    You glare at him. His eyes are frosty blue to match his dark black hair and bear. You then sigh and shake your head. You’re standing there, dripping into a puddle. You’ve got no choice. If he was welcoming enough to bring you into his home, the least you could do was accept the kind offer or go back out into the storm.

    “I’ll adjust it,” you grumble. “I’m just-” you huff and shake your head again.

    “No need to talk about it,” he hands out a cloth to you so you can mop yourself up. “If you need some dry clothes, I may have a tunic that will cover you.”

    You lay your arm across your chest, realizing your clothes are clinging in an obscene way to your body. Not only that, your nipples have decided to rise from the dead. “I would appreciate it,” you grumble.

    He goes over to a chest of drawers by the fireplace and then tosses a bundle at you. “You can go through that door there. Afraid I don’t have anywhere for you to change. I’ll turn my back, and you can go behind the bed there.”

    You frown, looking around the one-room cabin before looking back at the dwarf. “If I catch you peeking-” you start.

    “I know,” he chuckles, turning towards the fire and sitting there. “I’m dead.”

    You scoff, going to the other side of the bed and stripping off the wet clothes. You slip on the tunic, finding it fits quite well, even if it is a tad short. You’ll have to be careful, or your ass will be on full display.

    “Thanks,” you murmur as you hang your dress by the fire.

    He sighs as he lights his pipe. He’s sorting through the rocks that were in the leather bucket he was carrying. “That name’s Varrick,” he replies then pats the stool beside him.

    You take the seat, keeping your thighs pinched together. “Thanks again,” you murmur. 

    “So then,” Varrick glances at you, “how did a little mermaid-like you wash up on my beach?”

    “Your beach?” I grump. 

    He chuckles, tossing a rock into the fire after a close inspection. “There’s a mine under the lake that my family owns. Therefore, I own the beach.”

    You watch his hard, stubby fingers as they sort through the rocks in the bucket. You notice he has on rings with jewels in them, most of them sapphires. In his hair and bear, there are braids dotted with sapphire beads. You wonder why someone with sapphire would live in a one room shack.

    You huff and lean back in the seat, slouching down, so your ears are near your shoulders. “I was dumped,” you grumble.

    Varrick’s fingers still and he sighs. “Ah. I’m sorry about that.”

    “It was a while ago,” you murmur. “But it still feels fresh.”

    “Some wounds take longer to heal,” Varrick replies. He then chuckles. “I got hit in the shin by a spade once and let me tell you, that bitch of a wound almost never healed.” He pulls up his pant leg and just barely through the thick body hair you can see the dark scar.

    “Some wounds need special care and different medicine to make them heal,” Varrick murmurs and returns to sorting the stones.

    “I just want it to go away. I want to forget. I want to move on but-” you growl. “You don’t want to hear about what a sad sack I am.”

    Varrick raises his hand and motions about the cabin. “What else have I got to do? Listen to the storm?”

    Thunder rumbles overhead, and you sigh.

    “Still,” you murmur. “Most people tell me to get over it by now.”

    “That’s rude,” Varrick chucks another pebble into the coals. “Is this at the pub or-”

    You shake your head. “I haven’t been to the pub since-” you clam up and look away, staring out the window at the opaque sheet of rain coming down outside.

    “Oh,” Varrick gasps. “I see.”

    You glance back at Varrick. “You do, do you?”

    Varrick smirks. “Heartbreak isn’t new. It feels like it though.”

    You sigh and stretch out your legs, forgetting that you’re naked under the tunic. “I thought dwarves were quick healers.”

    “Not really,” he replies. “We’re quick to rebound, but healing, it all depends.” He stops sorting and glances at you. His eyes linger on your legs, traveling up to your exposed thigh.

    “Rebound,” you murmur. “Maybe that’s what I need to do.”

    Varrick scoffs. “You could fly into a few beds for a few quick moments of fun, but will that really give you the closure you need, little mermaid?”

    You stare into the fire. “I don’t know. But maybe I’ll feel something else for a change.” You then chuckle. “Hell, maybe I’ll find someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing.”

    Varrick turns to you, cocking up a thick brow. “What do you mean?”

    You smirk. “My ex never really-” you feel your cheeks burn and your laugh. “I mean, it was good but he never really-” you snort and cover your face with your hand.

    “He never made you cum, did he?” Varrick smirks.

    You shake your head. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m admitting that to you.” You peek through your fingers at Varrick and his smile. “I would always have to finish myself off later,” you giggle. “He would just pass out.”

    “Gross,” Varrick snarls. “A real man would make his partner cum at least three times before he ever got his own satisfaction.”

    Your eyes widen, and you find yourself leaning closer to Varrick. “Three times?” You ask. “You would...I mean...three times?”

    Varrick bites his lip to keep his grin in check. “Once with the fingers,” he says, waggling his own towards the fire. “Just to get her wet and hot. Second with the mouth, because if a man wants his cock sucked, he ought to repay the favor. Then third with well, the cock itself.” His grin breaks loose. “Maybe a few more times after that if the fella is showing off.”

    You’re holding your breath and pinching your thighs together for a different reason than modesty. You look to Varrick, seeing his cheeks are red and glowing. 

    “I’ve never even made myself cum more than once at a time,” you confess. “I didn’t think such a thing was possible.”

    “Women’s bodies were made for pleasure,” Varrick growls. “Not men’s, but their own.” He turns, and your eyes lock. “They should enjoy it as much as possible.”

    He then glances back to the fire and shakes his head. “Do you mind me asking why a mermaid like yourself was hung out to dry?”

    You frown and huff. “There was another woman,” you murmur. 

    “Fucking pig,” Varrick snarls.

    You nod, furrowing your brow. “Yeah. Yeah, he is.” You then feel tears prickle in your eyes. “Then why do I-?” you throw your head into your hands and begin to sob.

    Varrick puts his arm around you, and you lean into him. He’s warm and solid, and he smells like a hearth. Ashy and smoky, a touch of cinnamon and firewood. You wrap your arms around him, holding him until you stop crying.

    Varrick strokes your back, running his fingers through your drying hair. “It is alright to cry,” he tells you. “Even if he doesn’t deserve it.”

    “He doesn’t!” You blurt. You then pull back and wipe your face. “He’s a piece of shit! And I should have been the one to do it!”

    Varrick chuckles and his thumb rubs away a tear. The pad of his thumb is rough, but his touch feels nice. “What would you do if you could go back in time?”

    You look into Varrick’s eyes, leaning in you place a soft kiss on his lips. “I would fuck a rugged dwarf to piss him off.”

    Varrick chuckles. “Now, now,” he growls. “What would you really do?”

    You press in, kissing Varrick again, then time much harder and more heated. You press against him, moaning as he grabs you and returns the deep kiss. It feels good, and Varrick is a decent kisser. Much better than your ex.

    Varrick pushes you back, and you moan softly. “Little mermaid,” he growls. “Don’t do this if you think you’ll regret it.”

    You palm between his thighs, feeling his cock is already getting hard. You kneel on the ground before him, fighting with his belt buckle and then tearing away his pants. His hair is thick everywhere, but his cock grows from the bush thick and heavy. You bite your lip. Your ex had a cock like a twig, thin and a curved. But Varrick’s cock is thick and stout, it looks like it would stretch you good.

    Varrick brushes your hair away from your face. You look up at him, looking for permission before you delved in. You lick him, letting your tongue glide along his shaft before you take him into your hand. You stroke him, watching as little droplets of precum start to ooze from the tip.

    Varrick growls and his breath hitches. “You don’t have to do this.”

    You smirk up at him. “I want my three,” you whisper before taking him into your mouth. 

    You swirl your tongue around his tip before taking as much of him as you can into your mouth. His thick and your jaw aches as you suck him. Varrick’s fingers tangle in your hair, and he throws his head back, moaning low.

    You gasp as you pull back, licking his shaft from tip to base. You stroke his cock until he’s hard as a rock. Varrick then stands, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his bed. You down, watching as he strips his clothes away. You bite back a smile, enjoying his hard, stout body. Even the pooch of his belly looks appealing. He shucks off his rings, laying them on the bedside table.

    You reach out, taking Varrick into your arms as he joins you in the bed. He kisses you, touching your face as his other hands travels between your thighs. His thick fingers rub your mound and slip down, kneading your folds.

    He pushes up the tunic, exposing your breasts. He kisses them and nuzzles between them. His fingers slip between your folds, finding your clit and the core of your heat. You whimper, arching your back slightly as his warm mouth suctions around one of your breasts. 

“Ah-” you gasp, grabbing the back of his head and pressing it closer.

His fingers are teasing your clit, swirling around it and tapping it. He then eases two fingers inside you, rocking them slowly. You shiver and sigh, feeling the ache turn into heat and need. You squeeze around his fingers, feeling your wetness seep out.

Varrick snarls, lifting his head from your breasts. “I’ve not felt a cunt this good in a while,” he chuckles. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste it.”

You whimper and mewl, cupping your hands over your mouth. His fingers coax from you a wave of pleasure that goes to the top of your head and down through your toes. You toes curls and you claw down his back. You gasp and shiver, and your thighs trap his wrist in a vice.

Varrick laughs, kissing you as you start to cool. “That’s one,” he purrs. He kisses down your chest and belly. He nuzzles to your thighs as they start to open again.

“Hello new friend,” he growls. His lips kiss your mound and folds. His fingers open you and his thick, hot tongue laps as your juices. You whimper, throwing your arm over your eyes as he licks and kisses.

His tongue swirls inside you for a moment, and then he kisses your clit. You shiver, and your nipples ache. Suddenly, he’s sucking. You gasp loudly, and you arms thrust down on the bed. Your fingers dig into the sheets, and your knees arch off the bed. You cry out, shudder and jerking as Varrick sucks your clit like a piece of candy. His fingers slip back inside you and befoe you know it, you’re writhing in another wave of pleasure. This one crashes down on you, beating you, and nearly drowning you.

You lay on the bed dazed and dizzy for a few moments. Varrick’s soft laughter brings you back to reality. 

“You taste good,” he purrs into your ear.

You gasp softly as he slips between your legs. His thick body nestles in, and you can feel his cock rubbing against you.

“I can’t,” you gasp. “Oh god, one more and I’ll die!” You shiver as he rubs himself to you. 

Varrick chuckles. “Trust me, you’ll survive.” His tip presses inside and your mouth hangs open as you feel the rest of him push in.

You close your eyes, groaning as he fills you.

Varrick’s shocked gasp and low moan make you shudder. You watch him, seeing his dark and pleasured expression. He meets your eyes, and you reach for him, grabbing him and pulling him into a long kiss.

He starts to move, thrusting hard inside you. He grinds deep within then pulls back, thrusting hard again.

“Oh fuck,” you mewl.

“That’s it, mermaid,” he pants. “That’s it.”

You wrap your legs around him, urging him deeper and harder. He fills you to the brim and rocks the bed with his powerful thrusts.

He gasps and grunts, sitting up so he can fuck you harder. You shiver and sigh, feeling the waves starting at your toes. Your feet ache, and your legs twitch. Your back starts to arch off the bed and soon, you’ve drowned. You got your three.

Varrick keeps going, grinding inside you and making the third last and last. You gaze up at him, seeing his brow glistening with his efforts. You reach up, petting his chest.

“Cum,” you moan to him. “Cum for me.”

Varrick snarls, and you feel him spasm inside you. You close your eyes and gasp. “Varrick, hurry,” you mewl.

He makes an animal sound, low and dangerous, and then you feel him inside. The heat and twitching of his cock. You gasp and sigh even as he starts to drip from you.

Varrick collapses, resting himself on your chest, his cheek nuzzled to your breast. “That was-” he pants. “Holy shit.”

You giggle, wrapping him up in your arms and kissing the top of his head. “I won’t be able to walk,” you purr. “Do I even have legs anymore?”

Varrick chuckles, sitting up and kissing you softly. “I can give you three more if you want to make sure.”

You swoon and greedily take more kisses. You fall asleep in his bed, waking up later with your head on his chest. He’s sitting up on the pillows, smiling softly down at you.

“Sleep well?” He asks.

You rub your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I didn’t mean to pass out like that.”

“I don’t blame you,” he chuckles. “You earned that rest.”

You sit up, looking at Varrick. “Thank you,” you murmur and tuck your hair behind your ear. “I uhm-” your cheeks burn. “I really, really needed that.”

Varrick touches your cheek, his fingers slipping down your neck to your chest. “Glad I could help. It isn’t often a beautiful mermaid lets you sample her treasure.”

You kiss him softly, pressing him back into the pillows. “I want to make you dinner,” you tell him. “I don’t want this to be just once.”

Varrick smiles. “Are you sure?”

You nod and lay your head on his chest again. “I like you, Varrick. I want to know you better and maybe-” your heart flutters. 

Varrick kisses the top of your head. “I’d be a fool to say no,” he whispers. “Friends to something more. I’d love to share that with you.”