Dwarven Stamina Celebrities & Fan Fiction She stood up and turned to see Obrin on the rock looking startled at her due to the thrashing of the water. "Pleasure to meet you" she replied humbly before retracting her hand. "I'm Obrin of The Blue Mountains, pleasure to meet you." After letting out a deep bellowing laugh, Obrin stood from the rock and shook his head. "I don't really mix with Elves, but we can't have you traveling out here alone, allow me to escort you to Rivendell" Grunted Obrin. As his entire length was pushed into her tiny hole in one thrust, stretching her insides with pleasure and pain at the same time. She'd never experienced anything like this before, he was licking her frantically like a hound that hand't eaten in weeks. A few days into the travel Obrin fell upon a line of smoke in the distance, a few days away from NĂşmenor. Taking her time, Zelnoa suddenly felt the hand on her hand pressure slightly, almost forcing her to take the entire length of his dick into her mouth. Zelnoa's head leant back instinctually as she felt his tongue begin to lash at her pussy. Eventually removing all of her garments, she slowly slipped her slender figure into the water and began to wash from the days of walking she'd been laboured with. After some time, Obrin began to worry and ventured around the rock, he found Zelnoa, rested with her back on the waters edge, her ample breasts resting just above the water level and her eyes closed, she had drifted to sleep. That didn't stop him though, he dropped Zelnoa onto the ground and turn her around, he stood up and positioned her onto all fours, grabbing a bundle of her hair with one hand and one of her breasts with the other, she felt the tip of his wide cock pressing against her entrance. Zelnoa found herself biting her lip and a hand slowly slid down to the tip of her pussy, gently rubbing it, just once before realising she had to see it. Sure, he was skilled in the art of crafting, but his name was far from noble. Whilst Obrin was left to set up camp, Zelnoa decided to take a much need bath in the river. Obrin packed up, filled his water skin with mead and began his arduous trip to NĂşmenor. He kept his hand over his eyes but had not realised one thing... "Not at all, you had been gone for some time, so I came to make sure you were okay, you looked relaxed I didn't want to disturb you" He reassured. Obrin followed his orders and found an acceptable towel from her luggage saved from the caravan that could be used to dry herself with. A vision of beauty, Zelnoa's long brown hair flowed down to almost her waist and swayed gently in the breeze, she had the most perky breasts, a C-Cup in human sizes. (surprise me I guess) "You, you...PERVERTED DWARF!! I should have known to never trust you...get a nice look did you?!"