Give Me Just One Night

part 1

Rating: { Explicit }

Dwarf society is very complex to the outsider with all of it's secrets and strange ways...take the similarities within their genders for example. The female dwarf is just as muscular, just as hairy as the males are to a non dwarfs eyes, making them appear as if they are one and the same. Many an individual hold to the belief that dwarves are not born from a woman but spring forth from the very rocks that they live in...like daisies, which of course is not true in the slightest. To a keen observer there are differences...subtle, but there are still differences. If you can look closely you will find a dwarven woman's body is slightly rounder, softer...her hair that grows upon her face is more like silk and not as dense as the men's beards are. Looking closely you would see a softness along her cheekbones, a slight feminine curve along her form, but alas not many can see for she covers it up from any eyes...wrapping herself up in the many layers of men's clothing to conceal her feminine beauty.The men are all hard muscles that are sheathed within coarse hair all along their bodies. The beards upon their faces are dense and lush ...flowing down, being contained within artfully thick braids...even their limbs are thick and stout to better work beneath the earth.

Now among the males there is a subgroup that is very rare and almost never seen or heard of...to the point it has begun falling into nothing but legends. This group is kept out of the public eye and held in greater secrecy from the outside world. If an outsider ever saw this group they would think they were prisoners or slaves of a sort, but in reality they are the greatest treasures within Dwarven society...being pampered beyond belief. They are called "Bearers"... a male who is born with a womb inside of him and male genitals on the outside. Their bodies tend to favor more of a lithe yet muscular form compared to non bearer men...a hint of softness to the body and features that draw an appreciative eye to gaze upon...the hair that grows anywhere on their bodies are silky and lush to the touch, inviting a hand to stroke through it. These bearers are revealed when they "present" upon reaching sexual maturity...like a woman they wake up one day and find themselves dealing with a monthly cycle and all that goes with it...cramps, sore chests (no breasts but their nipples are very sensitive during this time) hot and cold flashes that occur sporadically. These rare and special men are treated as blessings, since females are rare and the race is predominately made of men...almost 3 to 1 ratio. These bearers are given the best housing where they lounge in luxury and comfort while eating upon delicacies... the only job they are required to do is bear children and tend to them...kept safe and sound from any harm , which is fine by them...or at least most of them. There are a few who rebel against this life...a few who dream and want more in life than to be some pampered pet that's only true purpose is to breed for the good of their race. Eventually they bend to society and like all other bearers resign themselves to their lot in life of pampered luxury...but there a few who hide for as long as they can so they can live the way they want...praying and hoping to never be found out. But that was over 200 years ago...the present day isn't what it used to be then...times changed a miracle and blessing into something darker it seems.

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Bofur was sitting at the bar ,of the tavern in the heart of Erebor, sipping on his ale as he listened to the hearty cheers behind him. In the center of this crowd stood none other than the archer prince himself, Kili Durin..the second heir to the throne of Erebor and a great warrior. He was accepting all the congratulations and back slaps on his achievement of winning the archery tournament down in Dale against some of the best archers around in Esgaroth...out shooting elves and humans alike, bringing great honor to the name of Durin. Bofur swiveled around in his chair to look upon the dark haired prince and seeing those brown eyes meeting his hazels, he lifted his mug of ale into the air in a salute before taking a swallow...seeing a smile in return right before turning back around.