I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 49 - Like the Good, Old Times ❤

Some weird nudges wake me up. Opening my eyes, I judge it is early morning, an hour or two before we planned to end our peaceful slumber. My gaze falls onto the adorable dwarf lying by my side, slightly curled into herself. I notice the uncomfortable expression on Sirgia's face and some occasional shivering. She must have hit me during one of the trembles. I don't need to be an expert in body language or a mind reader to realize that she is having a nightmare.

I place a hand on her warm back and pull Sirgia closer to hug her tightly, at the same time using the other one to slowly brush through her hair with as much gentleness and care as I can muster. Her face relaxes a little bit, but the small tremors still persist for a while longer before her breathing calms down and she rests her head on my chest.

Soon after, Sirgia opens her eyes and glances up. Looks like my caresses did a bit more than just calming her down. I smile at her while keeping my hand on the back of her head.

"Morning. Bad dream?"

She looks back down. "Uhn. I'm sorry for waking you up, Master."

With a sigh, I pull her face back up by her chin and rest my forehead against hers.

"Don't be. I'd rather not sleep than have you like that by my side. Everything okay?"

Sirgia shows a faint smile. "Yes. Thank you. It was just a memory from... the tortures..." she explains, moving her hand towards her left eye and touching the whitish scar with her fingers.

I grab them into my grasp and rub the back of her palm reassuringly. "I will never allow something like that to happen to you again. I promise. And don't worry about that scar, I—"

A gentle peck on my lips halts the words before they manage to come out. Sirgia lovingly plants small kisses on my mouth, with a cute smile. I let myself be lost in the pleasurable, little tingles the short and soft connections make. After a moment, she finally backs away.

"I'm not worried about it. It's a reminder of one of my most precious moments with Master. I don't want to get rid of it. Ever," she says and pulls herself as close as she can to snuggle to me affectionately.

While doing so, her petite hand grazes over my chest, going lower and lower. I notice her gaze also dropping again. Sirgia's fingers stop under my navel, just short of the material of my shorts. She waits for a moment before moving further and brushing over the visible protrusion in the form of a lying log. Then, she retracts her hand a bit and slides her fingers under the strap, lifting the covers just a little.

"It's so hard..." she mutters.

That was obvious just from looking at the visible bulge. There was no need to lift the material up. I chuckle a little.

"Don't tell me that Dwarves don't get morning wood."

Sirgia giggles, leaving my underwear alone. "It's not like I have ever seen one, but I think they do." She sits up and glances down at me. "It will be uncomfortable for you to walk like this. It's my responsibility to help relieve Master of this tension."

I sigh while shaking my head and also raise myself, leaning towards her again. We exchange a slightly more intimate kiss as I brush my hand over her slim waist. The sight of such a lovely and petite girl sitting in front of you just in cute panties is like an exotic dream. And I get to see this dream every time we sleep together.

"There's no need," I say after we finally separate. "It will go down soon. Come on, we have lots of things to do today."

Sirgia uses her strength to push me back down onto the bed and playfully grabs my arms as if she is locking me in place.