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The naked kender struggled beneath her, trying for all it was worth to disentangle itself from her grasp. There wasn't much chance of it getting away, as she had pinioned both of his shoulders to the mattress with her arms, had her knees locked about his pelvis, and, just for good measure, greatly restricted the movement of his legs by pressing them down with her own.
"Let me up," the kender said, wriggling violently against her bodily restraints, "this isn't funny anymore."
Looking down into the contorted face of the kender still struggling under her grasp, she thought this the most difficult prelude to sex she'd ever been through, nevertheless she had no thoughts of quitting. She knew the game they were playing, and she knew that despite his protests his own actions had gotten him into this awkward position on the bed as much as her own.
"I'm warning you", the kender said, "if you don't let me up at once, I'll tell Raistlin you stole one of his books from the tower. And you just wait and see what he'll. . . "
The kender cut off on in mid-sentence, as the woman on top of him, after changing her grip on his shoulders, had used her other hand to guide his erect cock into her. Slowly, she pressed her pelvis towards the little man's hips, taking him inch by inch -- all twelve of them -- into her, until ever so gently their torsos met. The kender still looked like it had half a mind to run, but his pupils had dilated slightly and he no longer struggled.
"Shh, Tas," she said, slowly raising herself up in preparation for the next stroke, while at the same time doing nothing to give the hero of the lance a chance to escape.
As Tas stared up at her, she could see the passion blooming behind the look of consternation he still had on his face, and then she lowered her self once again down the length of his shaft. She moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of the disproportionately sized member as it eased into her. She still couldn't believe that such a small being would have such a large manhood. It was a quarter of the length of the kender himself.
Reorx's beard, she'd thought when she'd first seen it exposed, thick and long, before her. The oddity of the sight had reminded her of the chaotic, unpredictable nature of that god which had created all of the dwarves, gnomes, and kender of Krynn, and also, apparently, placed the gigantic organ on the diminutive being underneath her.
As she continued her slow, steady fucking, pressing him tightly down the entire length of his shaft, she reflected momentarily on how unlikely it was for her, Chrysania, a cleric of Paladine, and Tasselhoff Burrfoot, the kender hero of the lance, to be where they were doing what they were.
She remembered, as she lowered herself onto him yet again, it had started when Tas had been left at her temple by Tanis and Caramon while they attended to other business Qualinost. At first, she and the other priests had thought that the diminutive thief would disappear to never return after a day or two, kender being given to wanderlust as they are. But Tas didn't, instead he'd stayed on, returning nightly after his wandering through Palanthas with pocketfuls of stolen, found, and otherwise ill-gotten trinkets from the city, much to the dismay of the priests who had to find ways to keep returning them to their rightful owners. After about a week of this, she'd taken to calling the kender up to her chambers before bedtime in order to divert him away from his larder, so that the other priests could reclaim it.
Neither of them had had any expectations when it started. They'd just sat down and begun talking that night of dragons and knights and all of the friends Tas had made -- he wasn't like other kender, his unpredictability covered a heart-felt camaraderie which he felt for his companions -- unlike other kender who were loyal only to their wanderlust. For her part, she'd told him about what it was like serving in the war as a cleric running a field hospital. From there their conversations had turned to other topics, and Tas's curiosity was boundless. As the evenings passed by, he'd questioned her and listened to her talk about all of her various duties around the temple and her past life as well.
For weeks they'd carried on like that. He returning with several pouches full of purloined goods from the city, which were in turn purloined from him, as the two carried out their nightly interview. She'd actually come to look forward to their nightly talks, as she confided in so few around the temple.
They'd done the same this evening, but after about a half an hour, she'd found that they were simply staring each other in the eyes, not saying anything at all. She hadn't been sure where things were going at that point, just having awakened to the fact that she'd developed feelings for the little man. Tas seemed to know exactly where things were going, though. He jumped up from the bed and promptly threw off all of his clothing. Turning, he stood naked before her revealing for the first time the monstrosity he kept hidden in his pants, who knew how, amid a glorious plume of pubic hair, which he promptly tied up with a thong in a manner not unlike his topknot.
She had no thoughts of putting him out. Actually, she was kind of surprised when she'd simply risen from the bed and let her robes fall to the floor. Standing naked before him, she could see the hungry look on his face as his gaze wandered down from her straight, raven black hair, over her prim facial features, down the milk white skin of her neck to the swell of her breasts with their firm pink nipples, to her petite hips, over her dark pubic curls, and down the length of her slender legs to the floor.
After this brief inspection, Tas suddenly ran at her and jumped. She thought he wanted her to catch him in her arms, but discovered that wasn't the case when he eluded her outstretched arms and grabbed her awkwardly about the shoulders. She couldn't brace in time, and the pair fell backwards onto the bed where, to her surprise, Tas didn't immediately fall into love-making. Instead, before she could grab him, he stood up, her body between his legs, and ran to the head of the bed, his flaccid penis dragging between her breasts and then over her mouth, nose and forehead, as he bounded forward awkwardly on the feather mattress.
She rolled over to see where he'd gone, and that's when the taunting began.
"What the heck are you trying to do, Chrysania," Tas said from behind one the drapes, adding with a hint of sarcasm, "I just wanted to talk."
"Tas, I think you know perfectly well what I'm trying to do, " she replied, " and I think you want me to do it."
Rising from the bed she made her way as stealthily as possible to where Tas was hiding.
"Really, I need to be getting to bed now," the kender continued.
"So soon," she responded, and then grabbed at the curtain behind which Tas hid, momentarily catching hold of the kender, but losing her grasp just as quickly when he wriggled free and made for the door. Chrysania quickly recovered and out-strode the kender to block his escape. Undeterred, Tas changed direction and headed for her reading room. She followed, making sure to cut off his escape route.
Standing in the doorway to her reading room, she could see the outline of his figure standing by one of the bookcases through the dim light.
"You can't keep me against my will, Chrysania. What would Paladine think?"
"Tas, you know you're free to leave anytime," she said from the doorway smiling.
After momentarily casting an eye over the bookshelf as if looking for some other way to escape but finding none, Tas turned and ran full speed at Chrysania who still stood in the door.
"Heeeaaahhhh." he yelled, as he slammed into her with all the force he could muster. Tas's attempted tackle didn't work, and instead of tumbling to the stone floor, the pair awkwardly pirouetted around the bedroom in some sort of strange parody of a dance, Tas's arms locked tightly about Chrysania's waist. Chrysania struggled to keep her balance despite the little man, who's only bent seemed to be a rough landing on the floor.
"You're not going to make this easy, are you," she asked.
In response, Tas grunted a few times into the skin of her abdomen, his arms gripping her with a fierce intensity.
Finally, after moments of ungainly rotating on the bedroom floor, she'd managed to maneuver near enough to the bed to collapse both of them onto it, managing to land on top of the kender as she did this. The struggle did not end there. Though he was pinioned beneath her, the dextrous kender fought to escape from beneath her weight, but at this point she'd had enough of the antics, so she wasn't about to let him up. She practically suffocated him with her body, as she found a secure grip on his shoulders with her hands and straddled him with her hips. Not surprisingly they'd both become aroused by the struggle, which brought her back to the present.
She continued her fucking, as she remembered what had brought the two of them together. And the kender's seemingly endless resistance had finally been exhausted in that time interval. He arched his head back, grabbed her forearms with his tiny hands, and exhaled audibly, she felt him come deep within her. For minutes she continued to rock down on him as his orgasm continued.
After all the struggles leading up to the event, Chrysania thought that might be all the passion she would be able to extract from her diminutive lover. After extracting the final few shocks of his pleasure, she lay down beside him, thinking that the night would be finished. She ran a finger over the small patch of hair on his chest, pondering the awkwardness and intensity of love, and, in the back of her mind beginning to plan her duties for the next day.
As usual, Tas had other plans. With the intense focus that the usually so distracted kender can sometimes bring to bear, Tas stood up and began to poke and prod her at various places.
"Stop it, Tas, I've got a long day tomorrow," she said, not wanting to play any more of the kender's silly games.
Tas, however, incorrigible kender that he is, wouldn't stop. He kept marching around her on the mattress, his footsteps unsettling any attempt at sleep she might've had. Tas's odd game culminated with him trying to coax her onto all fours by inserting his hands beneath her back and pulling upwards with all the strength he could muster. The annoyance was incessant, though somewhat pleasurable, his small hands kneading her flesh in a not unpleasant manner.
Finally, she gave up all hopes of getting sleep and rose into the position on all fours Tas wanted her to assume. The little man kept walking around her for a minute, as if conducting some sort of inspection. She felt him kneel behind her on the mattress. Looking between her hanging breasts, she saw him casting an intent gaze at her cunt, examining it with a practiced eye. He brought his hand up and inserted a finger briefly, as if testing the prevalent meteorological conditions.
Satisfied apparently that everything was in readiness, Tas stood and placed his small body firmly on her ass. She could feel his semi-erect cock running warmly along her abdomen.
"Who's your daddy," Tas asked firmly, giving her a light slap on the bottom in accompaniment.
She was rapidly tiring of these games, but she did play along once more, responding weakly, "You are, Tas."
Her response did not satisfy the kender. He slapped her again, a little a harder than the last time, repeating, "Who's your daddy?"
She responded a bit more loudly, but also with more frustration, "You are, Tas."
The kender still wasn't satisfied, but instead of just repeating the question, she felt him reach around her waist, his small fingers quickly penetrating her outer lips and maneuvering swiftly towards her clitoris. They settled around her female organ and began to work and massage her, starting in gentle circles and then moving on to more intense rubbing. The pleasure she felt was immediate and intense, as the kender knew how to put his nimble, thieves fingers to good use. In trembling waves her nerves signaled their relief, as Tas gently flicked and fondled her. So expert was his handling that she felt herself rapidly heading toward a climax.
That was when, she felt him slap her once again, with modest authority this time, and repeat, "Who's your daddy?"
"Tas my daddy," she moaned, as the supple fingers finished their task and sent her off into the realm of pleasure. Nor did the little man relent in his ministrations; he kept massaging for minutes on end, forcing her to come over and over again, his tiny fingers finding new ways to press and please her as the minutes passed by.
Finally, after causing her to experience several intense orgasms, her little master of pleasure relented -- momentarily. That is he relented until she felt it marching into her once again, the improbably large organ of the kender. Every turgid inch of it plunged into her eager depths, the kender having to take a small step forward in the process to manage his length. Tas paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of closeness and union before continuing.
After that brief pause -- the calm before the storm, he did not relent in his pleasuring for a moment. He began humping at incredible rate, his kender dexterity once again displaying itself. The strokes were short and penetrating, but the little man knew his craft. Having barely recovered from his previous attentions, she clamped down almost immediately on the mighty kender cock, being rocked once again in the throes of pleasure. She moaned uncontrollably as it worked against the pull of her vaginal muscles.
Their sex continued, growing more frenzied and uncontrollable as Chrysania experienced orgasm after orgasm and Tas kept fucking at a rabbit-like pace. Chrysania bucked and moaned, all was pleasure for her. The sensations had penetrated her entire conscious, leaving no private regions separate from waves of ecstasy rocking her body. She could no more think of tomorrow as she could yesterday, her name, her life, all forgotten as the little man pleasured her relentlessly. She felt it in the deep recesses of her heart, in the lobes of her mind, and in her quivering back and thigh muscles, the only physical sensation she felt was overwhelming pleasure. She bucked and chortled and drooled and screamed in the usually quiet confines of her bedchambers, but the sensation was unrelenting. The kender kept pressing into her time after time.
If she'd been able to assert anything like self-control, she would've asked the kender to stop, not being one to easily part with self-control, not this much, at least, but things had gone too far, she would've done anything to make it continue endlessly. She would've begged on her knees, traded in her clerical robes, sold all of her worldly possessions. And it didn't end soon, the kender instead of slowing down only kept speeding up. She never could've imagined any living being moving at such a quick pace. What an athlete her Tas could make, she thought, as the little man had began uttering small grunts from his position behind her, experiencing an indescribable pleasure of his own.
She'd lost all track of everything when it ended. Her back ached, she was on the verge of collapse, spent, weary, and still experiencing orgasms. Tas suddenly changed his pace, slowing down to next to nothing and lengthening out his strokes. Then she felt him spurting warmly within her, only thickening the already plentiful lubricant.
Soon thereafter, the two collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted and sweaty. She found herself laying her head on his tiny chest, as their hearts slowed to a normal pace, and cuddled herself into a ball beside his prone, tired body.
When her breathing had returned to normal and the memory of the throes of pleasure had receded, she opened her eyes a sliver to see the steady rise of the kender's abdomen as he breathed, his trim figure a testament to his vigorous lifestyle. Lying only a few inches away, she saw his member slightly curled and drying in the cool air of her bedchambers.
She couldn't resist the temptation it offered. She lowered the position of her head on his chest slightly and then flicked out a her tongue, lapping off what remained of the mixture of their fluids. Slowly, she worked the head into her mouth, sucking it and licking in all its crevices and wrinkles. She could feel the weariness in the small body beneath her, as she increased the intensity of her actions. Tas moaned slightly and brought his hands up to her neck and head, and then he began to braid her hair unselfconsciously. For her part, one of her hands found the shaft of his still limp cock and began stroking it, while the other found his scrotum and started gently massaging his balls.
Under the sway of her delicate but pleasurable attention, Tas's cock soon extended to its full size. After what they'd just been through, Chrysania had no thoughts of overexerting herself. She kept a slow, steady pace, sucking, nibbling, and caressing with her tongue, her hands using delicate pressure in their fondling designed to titillate as much as please. Tas didn't know how long it would take for him to come after what he'd been through; he wasn't concerned. The feelings reminded him of a safe place that he never wanted to leave, but that didn't stop him from absent-mindedly weaving a number of bangles into the hair of the woman who was bringing him such pleasure.
It ended not so much with a climax as a mere bump increase in the pleasure the kender felt, as he emitted his fluids into her mouth, which dutifully swallowed them.
Thinking the evening had finally come to an end, Chrysania changed her position on the bed, lying her head next to Tas's, so that she could see the weary expression on his face. Tas, displaying his usual unpredictability, wasn't going to let her have the last word. He raised himself up on one arm and looked down thoughtfully at her naked body. With his free hand he reached for one of breasts and began to lightly knead it, forcing the flesh into his tiny palm and then squeezing the nipple until it became hard. She exhaled softly, as the kender continued, lowering his mouth over the nipple and switching his hand to her other breast. With light flicks of his tongue he circled her nipple and gently sucked.
She wasn't sure she was prepared for another round with the kender, but offered no resistance as he slowly licked and caressed his way down her torso, straddling her chest with his small legs in the process. Lightly, he inserted his tongue into her folds, swirling it around and exploring. Chrysania wasn't sure what kind of a response she would mount, as the little man found her clitoris and began to lick and suckle her small node as he'd done her breasts only moments earlier. She soon had her answer, as Tas's tender attentions sent the ripple of a powerful orgasm through her body.
Seeing Tas's limp cock laying between her breasts, Chrysania had momentary thoughts of taking it into her mouth again, but decided against it, as the little man continued his assault on her clitoris, sending orgasm after orgasm cascading through her as moments passed by in the dark hours of the morning.
When she woke the next morning she found herself lying on her side facing her lover. Their arms crossed each other, as they engaged in a sort of long distance hug on the mattress where they'd fallen asleep after their love-making. Somehow, the flaccid, disproportionately sized member of the kender had gotten tangled in their arms as they slept. It reminded her of some sort of weird child, the product of their night's passion.
She rose quietly, not wanting to wake her little man, as she prepared to get on with the day which had already passed well into morning. She noted with a smile the bangles the kender had woven into her hair unnoticed in the mirror on her wall. She wasn't sure they would come out easily in the morning bath. The matt of hair around her vulva created by their semen was also of concern to her. She realized she had no idea what she would tell the other priestesses who, if they hadn't heard them last night, would undoubtedly notice when she appeared in the bathhouse with the unmistakable marks of the kender's affection. It didn't matter. It would have to come out anyway, unless, of course, the kender wandered away as kender are so often wont to do.
But Tas didn't wander off, he stayed on at the temple for the rest of the time that Tanis and Caramon were away. Exploring and expanding his relationship with Chrysania for the duration of his stay, each night was a surprise, as they found a new and unpredictable way to express this devotion.
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