Jort pants for a moment, catching his breath as he watches Rizzit clean him up. "Well," he says with a chuckle, "I guess that's enough of that." He helps the goblin to his feet and they continue their climb, hand in hand.
As they make their way higher into the mountain, Jort can't help but feel grateful for Rizzit and everything they've shared over the past few weeks. They may not have started out as friends, but now...
Rizzit is in a good mood. “Goblin need this sort of intimacy and closeness with another. It helps our minds stay positive.” Rizzit explains as they move closer to a cave opening in the mountain. “Just let me know if I’m asking too much of you, alright?”
Jort squeezes Rizzit's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry," he says with a smile. "I like spending time with you...and I don't mind sharing myself like this." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing. "It makes me feel good knowing that you enjoy it too."
They reach the cave opening and step inside, their eyes adjusting to the dim light as they survey the ore veins that run through the stone walls.
Jort gasps as he feels Mirle's hard length pressing against his aching sex. His eyes close momentarily in a mixture of pleasure and surprise before snapping open again with a lustful glint. "Aye, lad... by Moradin's beard, you may." He spreads his legs further, eagerly offering himself to Mirle as the younger gnome begins to thrust gently into him.
Their bodies slick with sweat and water, they writhe together in the hot tub, lost in a haze of passion.
Mirle can't help himself as he pushes into his master. "F-fuck... Daddy your pussy feels so tight." He moans out as he slowly sinks deeper into the dwarf. His hairless crotch soon pressing against the hairy dwarf's snatch. The gnome pants and groans from the pleasure before he starts to slowly pull out and then push back in.
Jort arches his back into Mirle's thrusts with a gasp, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he feels the younger gnome claim him. "Harder..." he whispers, voice thick with desire. "Fuck me harder, lad." His hips rise to meet each thrust, their bodies slapping together wetly as they lose themselves in passion.