Lust in Fantasyland: Horny Halfling: Serving the Dragonslayer
Miranda lifts her drink to toast the young soldier who killed a dragon. A champion, an alpha male, a living legend. A man who happens to be as charming and cute as he is heroic. Miranda has already decided she's going to sleep with him, she just needs to make her move. And she can't wait to find out if he's as heroic in the sack as he is in battle. More
Miranda lifts her drink to toast the young soldier who killed a dragon. A champion, an alpha male, a living legend. A man who happens to be as charming and cute as he is heroic. Miranda has already decided she's going to sleep with him, she just needs to make her move. And she can't wait to find out if he's as heroic in the sack as he is in battle.
Miranda finds the strength and muscles of her dragonslaying hero irresistible. The thought of getting to play with the 'sword' he keeps in his trousers has been running in her mind for hours. Will she find him satisfactory? Will he be too much for her to handle?
Contains juicy oral sex, enthusiastic lovemaking, large cocks, and a hard-muscled young hero sexually servicing an adventurous halfling lady. Approx. 7450 words, intended for adults only.
Grayson whispered in his warm, gravelly voice as he carried Miranda to his tent through the cool night air. His strong hand clutched her hair and held her head to his chest as he walked with her. Miranda bit her lower lip and felt a warm, melting sensation in her belly and a tightness between her thighs.
“You know I like redheads, and cute little things like you.”
“Then hurry up, Dragonslayer.”
“Don’t worry, we can take our time…”
Grayson lifted Miranda with one arm and pressed his lips to her neck. His faint stubble scratched her skin and his hot breath danced across her flesh. Soft, wet lips kissed and sucked at her neck, and Miranda curled her toes in her boots and let out a delighted sigh.
Grayson’s other hand ran along her spine, under her shirt. His palm and fingers were warm and had scratchy calluses from long hours of training and fighting. He may have looked like a cute, shy boy on the outside but being held against his body, Miranda knew he was hard, rough, and powerful. And he wanted her.
His tent was small, but who could care? He was a soldier, and he killed a dragon. And he was a human, twice her size and with big, hard bulges of lean, cut muscle that she could feel even under his clothes. And he smelled like a beast that could fuck her senseless. Who cared about a small tent?
Grayson dropped Miranda on his bed and peeled off his shirt to reveal a rippling abdomen and large, rounded chest muscles. He had a few scars and bruises, but after what he went through it was amazing he was still in one piece. Miranda felt her heart race and the heat in her face and thighs grow. The tightness between her thighs grew, too.
“C’mon, halfling. Undo my trousers for me.”
Miranda bit her lower lip and smiled. He had a pair of tight leather trousers on and she could already see a thick, generous bulge in the crotch. Her hands trembled with excitement and desire as she worked his belt buckle open. She had to give it a firm tug to slide and unfasten it, and the buttons on his fly were hard to unfasten. Her small fingers had to work to force them through their holes.