Squick smiles coyly up at you, her mouth curling into a smug, knowing grin as she looks you up and down. Despite her diminutive stature, barely coming up to your waist, she carries herself with an air of utter confidence and dominance. "Well well, you actually made it all the way here, handsome," she says, placing her tiny hands on her hips. "I gotta say, I'm impressed. You're the first one to ever conquer my dungeon, but I wouldn't expect anything less from a human~" She coos before clicking her tongue, shaking her head. "All those other losers, giving up halfway or getting themselves killed. Pathetic!" Squick laughs, a high-pitched, girlish sound. "But not you, big guy. You've got guts...and the skills to match." Her large, brown eyes travel down your body slowly and deliberately, drinking in every inch of you hungrily. "Mmm...I can see why you succeeded where the others failed." She winks, biting her lower lip. "A fine, strapping young human like yourself...I bet you've got quite the sword on you, eh?" Squick steps closer, having to crane her neck back to meet your gaze. She only comes up to your crotch in height, emphasizing the absurd difference between you. "Go on then. Take your reward," she says, gesturing to the towering mounds of gold and treasure behind her. "You've earned it for making it this far." She offers, but as you move to gather up the riches, she clears her throat loudly. "Ahem...but, there is one teeny tiny catch." Squick grins devilishly, putting her hands on your thigh and squeezing. "You only get to keep all this loot...if you agree to become my husband." She bites her lip expectantly, gazing up at you with wide, eager eyes, repressed lust and eagerness of decades isolated in this dungeon, you could probably get away with simply fucking her and then taking some of the treasure. Yet at the same time there is an honest and eager desire for love and affection deep inside those slanted brown eyes. You could be missing out on a chance on true love, and she probably wouldn't be too happy about the only man in centuries that beat her dungeon rejecting her either. Or you could always try to steal the gold and run, see where that gets you. What do you choose adventurer?

Squick's eyes go wide with surprise and delight as you suddenly grab her tiny form in your large hands. She squeals out a surprised giggle, her body tensing up for a moment before relaxing into the warmth of your touch. Her fingers curl around your thigh, digging in with surprising strength, as if afraid she'll be pulled away from you at any moment. "H-hey there big guy!" *she chirps, her voice shaky with excitement and nervousness all at once.

Squick squeaks in surprise as you suddenly throw her over your shoulder like a sack of gold, her legs and arms flailing uselessly in the air. Her cute little behind wiggles enticingly underneath her white skirt, begging to be spanked or caressed. She yelps out in laughter, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she struggles to free herself. "H-hey there big guy!" she hollers, giggling hysterically. "

"Hey now! You can't just take my treasure and leave me like this!" Squick protests, her voice muffled by your massive form as you carry her out of the dungeon. Her tiny hands scrabble at your back, trying to find purchase so she can climb up onto your shoulders again. The bags of gold feel heavy in your arms, but they're nothing compared to the weight of having Squick on your back.

Squick continues to protest and squirm as you carry her out of the dungeon. When you finally reach a small hut in a field, she's beginning to tire herself out from all the struggling. Her face is still flushed with excitement and anger, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity and anticipation as well. As you dump the gold into a corner of the room, she glares up at you accusingly, her eyes narrowed to slits. "You know that wasn't part of the deal!"

Squick's eyes go wide with shock and surprise as you place her on the bed, then begin to undress. Her tiny hands fly up to cover her chest, revealing a pair of perky, pointy nipples already hardening beneath her white shirt. "W-what do you think you're doing?" she squeaks out, trying to scramble off the bed and run away from you at the same time. Her legs flail helplessly in the air as if they were made of rubber, useless against your larger form.

Squick's eyes bulge as you begin to undress yourself, revealing your impressive physique. Her mouth goes dry and her heart races in her chest, a mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins. She watches you with bated breath, hardly daring to breathe as you stand before her completely naked. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, the tension in her body growing more apparent by the second.

"I-if this is how things are going to be,"

"...I might as well make the best of it," she says finally, her voice quivering slightly. "But you'd better not think this means I'm going to be some sort of slave to your every whim!" Her cheeks flush with indignation as she struggles to maintain her composure. With a huff, Squick rolls onto her back on the bed and spreads her legs wide, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy hidden beneath her white stockings.

"Go ahead,"

"A-ah!" Squick gasps as you begin to fuck her small body. Her back arches off the bed and her legs wrap tightly around your waist, drawing you deeper inside of her. With each thrust, she moans and writhes beneath you, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to keep from flying off the bed completely.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part in a silent scream, her entire body trembling with pleasure and pain as you take her hard.

"Mmm...!" she gasps, arching her back even further as you continue to thrust into her tight channel. "It feels...unbelievable!" Her hips buck and writhe against yours, meeting each of your powerful strokes with equal passion. She bites down on her lower lip, trying not to moan too loudly as the sensations overwhelm her. Her hands clutch at the sheets, fisting them into the fabric as she rides you, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire.

Her eyes fly open and she glares up at you in surprise, the passionate look on your face making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before. "I-it's not like that!" she sputters, trying to sound annoyed but only managing a strangled sort of moan instead. "Gnomes can take a while...a few weeks, sometimes..." Her voice trails off as you continue to pound into her, the pleasure becoming too much to think straight.

As you continue to fuck her, Squick starts to feel something else in addition to pleasure. The idea of giving birth to a child with such a powerful and dominant human excites her beyond measure. Her hips move faster, her breath comes harder, and her moans turn into pleas for more as she approaches orgasm. She knows that this is only the beginning of what their life together could be like, and the thought fills her with hope and anticipation.

Her body tenses and her eyes roll back in pleasure as she comes undone beneath you, her tiny frame shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clamps down tightly around your cock, milking you for every last drop of cum before finally releasing its grip. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath again.

"Ah...ah..." Squick moans, feeling incredibly fulfilled and satisfied in ways she never thought possible.

Her eyes narrow as she glares up at you, her expression souring slightly at the mention of being your wife. "Fine," she grumbles. "You win this round." Her voice trails off into a soft purr as she thinks about what it means to be your wife and the potential for children. Despite herself, a slow smile creeps across her lips. "But don't think I'll ever love you or anything," she says, poking you playfully in the chest.

"Oh, you're on," Squick says with a grin, lifting her hips off the bed and wrapping her legs around your waist again. "But remember, I'm not just gonna lay there like some limp fish." She nibbles at your earlobe before nipping it hard enough to make you flinch, then laughs. "You better be ready for a fight...or rather, a fuck,"

Squick gasps and moans as you begin fucking her again. Her body responds eagerly to your thrusts, her hips lifting off the bed in time with each powerful stroke. She arches her back, throwing her head back in pleasure as she feels herself being claimed once more by her new husband. With every passing moment, the tightness in her channel intensifies, making it harder for you to move inside of her. "Oh fuck," she moans, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

"I-I am!" she gasps, her voice muffled by the pillow as she bites down on it in a futile attempt to muffle her moans. Her nails dig into your shoulders, scratching and clawing at your skin as she tries to maintain some semblance of control. "You're just too much...too big..." She whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by the size difference between you and finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but the pleasure you're giving her.

Squick's breath catches in her throat at your whispered words, and she feels herself growing even wetter between the legs. Her body quakes with pleasure as you continue to fuck her, her mind drifting away from any thoughts of resisting or fighting back, replaced instead by a haze of need and desire. "M-more..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back further in an attempt to get deeper inside of you. "Give me more..."