Two years later in Ironforge. Within a big fancy house.
Your body takes pregnancy well, as it does birth, and it recovers quickly and naturally. You wear a humble habit as you wander about the kitchen preparing tonight’s dinner, your tail swishing happily. Dolo and Firadee hang before you on a chest sling, cradled close to their mothers’ breasts, your breasts. Firadee sleeps like an angel but her every cranky and hungry brother Dolo gnaws and sucks greedily at your milky tit. His fat little body is so greedy you have to switch their side occasionally. You manage however, and prepare the roast to celebrate your mates return. Everything is cooking, and you are about to sit when the door opens and Greta comes home beaming.
“Greta!” You cry happily in your deep lyrical voice. Your tail wagging you swoop over to her and drop to your knees to gently hug her. “Howdy girl, how are ya wifey? I missed ya so much these weeks.” Greta returns the hug and kisses you on the cheek. “It has been swell. There’s dinner soon, and something else. I saw Deedee at the market again! She’s coming over on Friday.” You kiss you wife and beckon her into your home. You tell Greta about your business and she is grateful to sit and kick up her feet while you bring her dinner. Greta’s smithy continues to perform well and shine but she is eager to be home. You tell Greta about Dolos’ thirst and your wife offers to relieve it. Though she is half your height her own breasts are even bigger than yours, she pulls them out and Dolo drinks again to his fat little content.
Later that very night the twins are well asleep in their cradle. “There was something else you wanted to tell me when I came home hun?” asks Greta as she pulls off her shirt off. “Yes um, I felt, last week. I, um, I’m fertile again.” You stutter and blush.
“Git on tha bed.” Grins Greta.
You eagerly strip and lay your beautiful body out on the bed. Greta is naked in a flash and she jumps in behind you. “Ya, cuz, its been weeks, I was gunna do ya anyways hun…” she grins as her cock becomes infused with blood, regaining its abnormal thickness. She lays you on your side and wastes no time pushing it into your cunt. You grunt: “Oof, no sucky or playing?”
“Naw.” Says Greta as she starts thrusting in earnest. You pout at her, from your side as your dwarven mate works to build the sensation between you with her thrusts. “Sorry hun, its been weeks, an besides, I, uf, I’ll do all that when yer good an preggers agin.” You smile sweetly at her as she begins to bottom out against you. She takes you fast and hard and soon your sweating and red in the face as Greta’s dick presses against your sensitive spots again and again. You revel as those fist sized testes slap against your rump. Instead of making a lot of noise you lay there grinning at her like an idiot between mock pouting.
“FINE, fine.” Greta throws up her hand but keeps bucking. “Git up an lean against tha wall.” She pulls out, then runs to grab a stool. You do as your bid and spread your legs and lean against the wall. “But, sweetie you’re too short.” You wonder. Greta brings the stool over and climbs up onto it.
“Close yer yap hun.” She says an slaps your bottom playfully. “Still too short.” You quip and wriggle your ass enticingly, your tail wags.
“Shut yer yap HUN!” she demands, spanking you. “You just prepare yerself fer some good ole fashioned dwarf babymakin… Now…” She seizes your tail and climbs up onto your back. She may as well be riding you piggy back as nothing support her but your achy back. She angels her cock down and its squished between your fat ass cheeks. “Er, lil elp?” she asks sweetly. You reach back and angle that fat baby making tool into your cunt, who would have thought someday you would be assisting a dwarf to impregnate your pussy. You have to lean forward as far as you can to give Greta the leverage she needs to thrust.
Greta clings to your back and humps down into your cunt as hard as she can manage. The new position is exotic enough to satisfy you and you are soon reeling in delight. Desperately you wriggle and tilt your rump upwards as much as possible to allow your mate better access. Those two fist sized dwarven testicles slap, slap, slap against your bottom, essentially giving you a good spanking as your plowed. Greta hooks her legs around your hips, wraps her arms around your sides and grabs your breasts as she fucks you for all she’s worth.
Despite the great change you love your new life, you wish every night could end like this one. You cling to the wall panting and crying in delight while that thick cock plows your stretched pussy, even after two children Greta still manages to stretch you out deliciously. Greta’s plumbing reaches a fevered pitch and she curses and sings in Dwarven her grip on your back tightening. You feel those spanking nuts shudder and jerk each time they slap your butt, they raise higher in your sack and Greta calls out to the heavens in ecstasy. Just as before her tool swells even larger as it hammers home its payload. Powerful jets of seed soak you utterly and begin to run in rivers down your leg. You orgasm helplessly and collapse to the floor as Greta just keeps cumming and cumming within you, kissing your back lovingly as she keeps a firm grip of her wife.
You know your strong little mate has done it again, you feel the semen pool within your fertile womb. “We’re going to need a bigger house…” You manage to squeak as those balls claim you for Dwarven kind with every squirt.
