Beneath the rugged Ironspike Range, where dwarven tunnels snaked through stone like ancient veins, an underground lake shimmered with bioluminescent algae. Its waters cast a soft blue-green glow over the cavern’s slick walls, the air thick with mineral scent and a faint hum of earth magic. Here, in this secluded haven, two dwarves surrendered to their primal urges—Borin and Grotmuk, stout lovers forged in the same burly mold. Both were chubby, their frames packed with muscle beneath layers of fat, thick arms and legs rippling with strength, big hands roughened by toil. Their hairy chests glistened with sweat from the descent, beards tangled and damp.
Borin, the elder by a few years, lay flipped upside down near the lake’s edge, pushed from behind by Grotmuk onto his broad shoulders. His thick legs, stout as tree trunks, jutted high and spread wide in the air, held aloft by his own big hands gripping the ground for balance. His tunic bunched around his hairy gut, leaving his lower half bare. Upside down, his head rested on the smooth stone, beard fanning out beneath him, while his short, thick cock—hard as a forge hammer—pointed downward over his face, already dripping precum that splattered his cheek. “Aye, Grotmuk—ye horny bastard, get to it,” he growled, voice thick with need, his gut quivering as he held his exposed pose, anus winking in the dim glow.
Grotmuk knelt behind Borin, his own chubby frame slick with sweat, thick arms flexing as he gripped Borin’s hairy thighs, pushing them higher to bare the puckered hole fully. His red beard glinted in the lake’s light, a wicked grin splitting his face. “Ye’re a fuckin’ banquet like this, ye fat sod,” he rumbled, voice low and ravenous, eyes fixed on Borin’s anus. The cavern’s glow danced across his broad, hairy back as he leaned in, breath hot against Borin’s skin. He pressed a slow, wet kiss to the tight ring, lips lingering, savoring the musky earthiness of his lover.
Borin moaned loud, the sound echoing off the cavern walls, his thick legs trembling in the air. “Fuck—kiss it proper, ye greedy shit,” he panted, gut jiggling upside down as Grotmuk’s tongue flicked out, tracing the rim with sensual care. Grotmuk hummed, the vibration buzzing against Borin’s anus, and began rimming him in earnest—long, languid licks circling the sensitive flesh, then dipping inside, teasing the tight muscle. “Tastes like ye’re beggin’ for it,” Grotmuk muttered between kisses, his big hands kneading Borin’s thighs, fingers sinking into the chubby flesh.
The sensual onslaught drove Borin wild, lust blazing through his core. “Aye—ye’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” he groaned, head pressed to the stone, beard matted with sweat. His cock throbbed harder, precum leaking uncontrollably—a steady drip turning into wild squirts. A thick rope splashed across his forehead, streaking his beard, another hit his open mouth, the salty taste mixing with his grunts. “Lick it deeper, ye bastard—shit!” he roared, legs quaking as Grotmuk’s tongue plunged in, kissing and sucking the hole with wet, sloppy devotion, the sounds blending with the lake’s gentle lapping.
Grotmuk growled into Borin’s ass, his own thick, stubby cock dripping precum onto the stone below, spurred by Borin’s taste and frantic squirming. “Ye’re squirtin’ like a busted pipe, ye randy fuck,” he taunted, pulling back to kiss the rim tenderly, then diving back in, tongue swirling deep. Borin’s big hands clawed the ground, his upside-down body rocking slightly, anus clenching around Grotmuk’s tongue. “Don’t stop—fuckin’ love it,” he gasped, precum squirting wilder now—a jet splashing his nose, another coating his hairy chest, the sticky mess dripping down his face and body in glistening trails.
The underground lake’s glow reflected off Borin’s slick, upside-down form, his chubby gut shuddering with each squirt, his thick cock pulsing as if it might burst. “Ye’re drownin’ me in it, Grotmuk—keep goin’!” he bellowed, voice cracking with lust, the sight of his own precum-streaked face and hairy torso fueling his frenzy. Grotmuk obliged, big hands gripping Borin’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he made love to the hole—kissing it soft, then rimming it hard, tongue fucking deep with sensual rhythm. “Gonna make ye flood yerself, ye greedy cunt,” he rumbled, the cavern amplifying his growl.
Borin’s moans turned ragged, his upside-down body a trembling heap of chub and muscle. “Fuck—now, ye bastard!” he roared, and his climax hit like a rockslide, cum erupting from his thick cock in heavy spurts. A thick jet splashed his face again, dripping into his beard and mouth, another coated his gut, the hairy expanse glistening in the lake’s light. His anus pulsed wildly around Grotmuk’s tongue, each shudder squeezing tight as he rode the peak.
Just as Borin’s final spurt landed, Grotmuk pulled back, his own cock—hard and thick—throbbing with need. “My turn, ye spent fuck,” he growled, rising to his knees, gripping his shaft with a big hand. He pressed the head of his cock against Borin’s pulsing anus, still slick and twitching from the rimming, and rubbed it hard, the thick girth sliding over the sensitive hole. “Feel that, ye leaky bastard,” he grunted, precum mixing with Borin’s sweat as he thrust against the rim, not penetrating but grinding fierce. The friction sent Grotmuk over the edge fast—his cum shot out in hot, thick ropes, splattering Borin’s anus, thighs, and the stone below, the musky scent mingling with the cavern’s damp air.
Still panting, Grotmuk dropped back down, his red beard brushing Borin’s skin as he leaned in. “Gonna taste us both, ye filthy hog,” he muttered, tongue darting out to lick the mess—his own cum mixed with Borin’s sweat and lingering precum. He lapped at Borin’s pulsing anus, sucking the sticky blend, savoring the raw, salty fusion of their fluids. “Fuckin’ delicious,” he growled, big hands spreading Borin’s cheeks wider, tongue delving deep to scoop up every drop, the lake’s glow illuminating the slick sheen on his lips.
Borin groaned, legs sagging as the last tremors faded, his upside-down body a cum-and-precum-soaked wreck. “Aye, ye’re a nasty fuck, Grotmuk,” he rasped, grinning through the mess on his face, tasting his own precum as he licked his lips. Grotmuk pulled back, wiping his beard with a big hand, his own cock still dripping. “And ye’re the horny sod what loves it,” he chuckled, patting Borin’s thigh. The lake glowed on, its light dancing over their chubby, hairy forms, the cavern cradling their lustful union in its ancient embrace.
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