While Jax the halfling had been skillfull and eager, the dwarven master's technique seemed quite different.  He started by grabbing her hips and holding her in place.  Such a strong grip, she supposed one didn't become one of the masters of a guild without having had some time in the field.  He pulled her down, smashing her sex into his face, his nose sliding between her cheeks before his tongue and lips began working.  While Jax had been subtle and calculated the dwarf was slow and overwhelming.  His licks were long and languorous, as if he was in no rush, starting at the very tip of her cleft, washing over her clit, sliding between her netherlips, until finally he reached the very bottom of her slit.  Then in one smooth motion he reversed the course of his lick and began to travel back upwards.  His lips sucked her inner folds into his mouth and his tongue teased at them before they were released and his tongue continued it's progress upwards again.<br/><br/>It seemed, at first, to be a bit less effective then the halfling cunnilingus she had received less then half an hour before.  But that was just her first impression.  The more laps his tongue did, always repeating the same pattern, unconcerned with changing speed to go faster, the more she realized that there was a technique at play.  The repetition, the slow pace, it built an anticipation for each tingling bit of flesh that would be soon receiving a wet and strong dwarven lick.<br/><br/>It made it a little bit difficult to focus on the thick shaft in her hand, or the large swollen orbs that nestled below in hair covered sack.  More so when beads of precum began to bead up at the tip and the salty, slightly hoppy taste filled her mouth.  Still, he continued his task, never stopping, never slowing, never speeding up, just continuing that same maddening pattern over and over and over and over....