Briggavel Agrankbek was the first of the group I met, even though only for a few moments before everythio hell inside me. But in that time she left an impression. Friendly, outgoing, funny, kind of dirty in the best way. I k moments I would get along with her and Carmil knew as well, having gotten a very good feeling from the dwarven woman even from a distance. Every iion I had with her since has reinforced that idea.

  At about four and a half feet she was almost two entire feet shorter than her orc lover, but I got the feeling the two really ehe height difference. She was, as I had noted when I first saw her, a bit more than twice the width of an average human. This meant every part of her was broad and thick, and while I could see some humans thinking it was a bit much, I pesonally just found it extremely appealing. Her long bright e hair was braided in the same style as Dekarru, which apparently was because they did each other’s hair and find it to be a funny bonding experiehat they’ve been doing for four years. She had deep green eyes with red-gold flecks and very lightly tanned skin covered in about as many reddish freckles as my purple ones covered me.

  Her body was muscur, but with a hick yer of soft padding that hid it all unless she seriously flexed, which she liked to do when we were all goofing off to show she was actually about as built as her warrior partner, just softer oside. Especially on her bubbly ass and absolutely incredible breasts. They had to be at least five pounds ead nearly twice the size of my head. Frankly they would have looked like a joke on anyone less broad than her. Hell, even on her frame they were almost too big. Almost. Topped with ish-red nipples as thick as my thumb, they were a hell of a sight and one I got to see every day. To be blunt, the most trouble I had not popping a boner outside of the teasing was just seeing her in the m at breakfast.

  I was called up to join her in the driver’s bench after some days of travel “Hey Saint Sweet-Tits! We’re hittin’ the Ash Lands! You should e join me ahis! It’s fekkin nice!”

  Carmil squeezed my hand before following Redagga up to her room, she wanted so see the colle and the warrior was happy to show off.

  “Wait, the Ash Lands?” I thought back to a description of some of the regions that I was a little too distracted by Weren’s pussy being on dispy at the time to actually absorb. “Is that the one in the inactive caldera?” I asked as I made my way forward.

  “Nah, that’s the Bck Sands. Just bring yer speckled arse up here and see!” the dwarf ughed.

  As I stepped up I noticed a ge of clothes on a small shelf and realized that I had seen Brigga clothed at first, I suppose at the least the driver should have something to toss on, just in case. With a shrug I slid the curtain aside and sat on the benext to her, looking around and sg my brows in fusion. “Uh… all I see is trees. This is a forest. Where is the ash?”

  She grinned and poi one of said trees, and noticed that one species seemed to domihe area. “White Ash. Makes up about seventy pert or more of the forest. No one knows why they do so much better thaher types.”

  I rolled my eyes “Oh that is so bad. My t pun to your wife wasn’t that bad.”

  Briggavel swatted my leg “We ain’t married ya shit, and I have decided to use that one of yours whe back to a Path encve. I know it’ll fekkin kill folks with a sense of humor.” She chuckled.

  I smirked and looked at her. “You love her though.”

  “Aye. I’d burn the world for that woman.” She grinned. “Partly because me and her don’t demand exclusivity. She has other lovers, as do I.” she gave me a wink.

  “I got the impression that retty much the standard with you all?” I tilted my head towards her.

  “Keep yer eyes peeled. Demons are more on in the woods. But aye. Most Path folks don’t sider monogamy to be natural. Though dwarven s are not generally ameo such ideas.” she almost spat the st part out.

  I turo watch around us for a few moments, then snorted “Oh, you know what? I don’t o keep a that bad, I have Sixth Sense.”

  She raised a brow “Well that’s fekkin handy. Make things a lot damned easier for us and Luvetra. She’s up on top wat’ our arse ya see.” She smirked “Also means you stare at my tits more.” she grinned and turned a bit in her seat to give me a bit better of a view.

  I ughed and pulled my whole leg up, resting my head on it sideways to leave it fag her dire. “They are fug amazing tits. Gods, do they give you back problems or anything?”

  She snorted and shook her head “Dwarves have much higher muscle mass than most other folk. The only real trouble I have is washin’ uhe things and I have help with that now.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  “Okay so, Ash Lands, is that their real name?”

  She nodded “Aye, but as I uand it the names were all decided on in a couple of hours by the first elder cil who just wao get home. So they picked names quid some names are wonky as a result. Frankly, most Willow Creek folk don’t care, the regio only fal purposes and don’t actually e up much.”

  I nodded and just thought for a while before I spoke again “… You sounded upset talking about dwarven s.”

  “Aye. I am.” she didn’t sound actually upset really, but the raw upbeat vibrancy of her voice was muted and that was about the same as far as I could tell.

  “Sorry, I don’t mean t up-”

  “Shut it Saint Sweet-Tits and listen.” She cut me off. “Dwarven s are ruled by nearly thousand year old ky fucks that stopped givin’ a shit about makin’ things better turies before they got their power. This means ge don’t fekkin happen.” She did sound kind of angry at that point. “Now let me fekki that in case ya heard it wrong. ge. Don’t. Fekkin. Happen. Not ‘ge is slow’ or ‘ge is rare’. It just fekkin don’t happen.”

  I swallowed and listened, I figured she o vent so I was there to let her.

  “Bein’ queer? Still fekkin illegal in most s. Wantin’ more’n one partner? Illegal. Guns? Illegal. Even for the fekkin military! They’re still runnin’ around in pte armor with shields and axes and crossbows the stupid feks!” she huffed “The oill ki’ anyway.”

  “Did something happen to them?” I reached over and stroked the angry driver’s cheek softly, it visibly rexed her.

  “Most dwarven holds are in fekkin Hegemoory. At least the ones I know of. They have areaties with the human nation including mutual fekkin military aid.”

  “Shit.” I let the word out and leaned over to squeeze Briggavel tight. She reached a hand up to squeeze me softly befripping the reigns again.

  “Yeah, imagine ya guessed it. They got called ihe fekkin war. s picked sides with the princes and princesses and when the fightin’ started they were proud and noble dwarven warriors in shining armor with sharp steel in hand… gettin’ cut down by rifle fire by the thousands. They didn’t stand a damn ce.” She sighed and leaned against me “Those that picked losin’ sides were braraitors and our holds got sacked by fekkin peasants with guns. I made it out and I don’t think anyone else did. I… I saw my uncle die. He distracted some theivin’ bastards to let me sneak away.” She shook her head. “Worst part, I felt happy about it all after I got here a Red. Never would have been happy there, but I’m happy here. Figure it kinda makes me a shit person, yeah?”

  I felt my mind twist for a moment and I felt a memory swell into my mind. Holding someone’s hand, smiling and feeling my heart leap into my throat, resting my head on her shoulder as she pulled open a bag and we shared a half eaten burger… what’s a burger? That’s a sandwich, weird. But I felt guilty about leaving home, guilty that I was happier. Guilty that someone else was miserable while I was smiling, but I wouldn’t have ged anything.

  I snapped bato the moment, slid around behind the dwarf, and ed myself around her as best I could. “You are not a shit person. You were a victim of a shit system run by shit people. It’s normal to feel bitter and angry about that and be gd when you’ve escaped it.”

  “That’s nice of ya to say, but-”

  “So you’re saying Redagga has shit taste and likes shit people then?” I interrupted.

  “YOU!… You are a fekkin menace.” She grumbled.

  “Well? Does your wife have shit taste and like shit people?” I asked into the dwarf’s ear.

  She grumbled “She still ain’t my wife, and this is bckmail… No, she doesn’t.”

  “Sooooo…?”

  “Fek you! Fine! So I ’t be a shit person if she loves me.” she let out a heavy huff. “Yer as bad a fekkin Dekarru.”

  “I’ll take that as a pliment.” I said and kissed her neck softly.

  She sighed “Ya know. I feel yer coy arse.” She said just before she rolled her hips bad rubbed said ass against me and I felt my length stir. “HA! Easiest win ever!”

  I bit her ear and made her moan and shudder. “You’re just trying to distract me from talking about your feelings.” I said before moving back to sit by her side.

  She looked down at my hard member. “It seems ta be workin’ too.” she ughed.

  “You’re all bullies. You know that, right?” I stuck my to at her before bringing the topic back tga, encing the dwarf to go on about the orc she loved. I spent an hour listening and watg the light in her eyes grow and sparkle.