The dwarf couldn't believe her reaction, and felt himself be sucked into her lips, even though he was unconsciously thrusting his manhood lower so she could engulf him. He struggled to hold back his groans as his bulbous tip passed her lips and held in place as her tongue started to play with the head of his fleshy hammer.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes as the sensations he haven't felt in so long were almost overwhelming him, and he felt himself leaking precum already, and he had to force himself back after a little while to avoid spurting pints in the mouth of the sleeping naughty. After a number of deep breaths and dozens of wild heartbeats, he slowly let himself sink into her reach again, as the barbarian seemed to seek out his member instinctively, possibly acting out some of her urges from her dream. Carefully and slowly, Belaim let her take him between the lips again, rationalizing that she wanted this just as much, started moving the slightest, less then an inch back and forth to generate some friction between her hot, saliva and precum covered lips and his pulsating member.<br/><br/>Although he was receiving much pleasure, his body strained maintaining the current position, opting to pull away and lie on the ground next to her, with his groin next to her head, guiding her to turn sideways towards his needy erection. His natural musk and grip around his member guided mouth and cock together again, and once she indulged in her wet dream, he let his manhood go to seek one of her exposed tits again.<br/>The dwarf was now silently praying both that Jalna wouldn't wake, and that he didn't have to end the encounter before she finally granted him release. Things as they were, the former was unlikely to happen unless she was shaken awake or if he filled her mouth, or became forceful. As for the latter, he was not far from his limit, years of exile and the only companion being his rough right hand not helping in resisting the sensual hot lips of a maiden in love.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jalna didn't hear Veikko speak, or make out the words, but she understood the message, the praise she received for the pleasure of satisfaction she was bringing him. Somehow it was all feeding back to her, and even as she could taste him she felt wanted and desired, sexy even. The fact that these feelings were associated with the man who took her mother as his wife was forgotten as the experience was taking over over her.<br/>Veikko adjusted slightly and started to slowly roll his hips, guiding her to bob up and down on his length while also letting one of his large hands reach to appreciate her breasts again. As his taste filled her hazy head, a seemingly random question surfaced from the dream along with a tingle running across her being. If she was a woman he desired and loved so, would Veikko take her as his wife...?<br/><br/>