Tink the Gnome Part 2 (Patreon)

A sequel to a story from way back. A gnome fighter and a human thief team up for adventuring and end up getting tender. Just messing with size difference sex and different classes butting heads playfully. Also a muscle shortstack which I don’t get to play with as much. 

Tink and I had been working together for almost a year. We're partners in adventures and escapades and of course, keep fucking on the side. She's tight for me and I'm big for her, so we can't find a reason to stop. We clean up on a quest every few months, and the payout's been enough to not only keep us afloat, but comfortable. We bought a modest house in Moortown with an early payout, deciding it was easier than always renting out an inn until the entire staff knew us by name. We shared a bedroom, but it was a nice place where we could hang our hats and sharpen our weapons. I'd always handle the cooking and Tink would do the laundry; she said that using the tub and washboard made for a decent workout. I'd joke that she just didn't want to trust a rogue not to steal her underwear.

Whenever we started to see the bottom of our treasure, we'd take up whatever job was available. We snuffed out some bandits together, caught some fairies, cleared out some cultists, and whatever else popped up that paid well while staying within our league.

"Well, it looks like that's it," I summed up as I slid the drawer shut. I kept our gold in a hidden compartment inside the dresser and double checked the trap. Save yourself the time and never try to rob a rogue.

"What's it?" Tink drank some of her iced tea as she took some oil to her axe.

"Money. That's it. That's all we need." I shrugged and turned to my little gnomish lady, carefully stepping around her weapon and kissing her on the head. "That's enough to pay off the house and keep us warm and fed for another five years at least. Ten if we skimp on weapons and don't get each other matching daggers for Saint Hearth's Day."

"Aww, but it's tradition," Tink whined. "I still remember burying the first one you gave me into that dire wolf's eye." She wasn't wearing anything heavier than her boots and work gloves while she worked. My curvy little gnome looked gorgeous when she was out of her armor. She wore a tank top and her pink hair had grown out enough where it was done in a short and practical ponytail. She wore some loose pants with them, a lovely combination from my point of view. From up here, the top let me see her deep cleavage and thick arms at work while the loosely tied trousers let me see the highest curves of her ass cheeks. Between the warrior muscle and the gnome chubbiness, the woman had some new curve to explore all over.

"Then five years. That includes plenty of gifts and a couple of rings to spoil my fragile little teammate." I draped my arms gently around Tink's shoulders, my stomach already flexed when she punched me in the abdomen.

"You're the fragile one, pussy," she giggled. I think she was starting to get how weak I really was, because this time I only coughed a little. She looked at me blankly as I double up and slowly sucked the air back in. "Wait, did you say rings?"

I tried to hide my wince as I smirked and fell to my knees. I shifted back to just the one knee after a second, and with some classic sleight of hand I produced the pair of gold rings with patterns etched along the surface. Tink dropped her ax (which buried into the floor with its razor's edge) and gawked at my presented treasures.

"I had Yyhm the jeweler rework two of the less fancy ones from the hobgoblin job," I confessed. "So what do you think? Want to make it official?"

"Oh, you big fat fucker!" Tink squealed with glee. She jumped on top of me and it took some fast fingers to catch the rings in my fist as her dense little body pinned me down and peppered me with kisses. "You are the sweetest thieving piece of shit ever! Yes! Of course I will!"

"Somehow I got the impression!" I laughed, pushing at her like she was an excited puppy. In other words, not trying hard enough to actually get her off me, but enough to squirm and keep her attention. She caught me by the collar and pulled me into a big kiss, her soft lips and broad little nose pushing against me until we couldn't hold our breath any more. She let me go at last and climbed off me to let me open my hand and let her have a closer look.

"Good picks! Basic enchantment framework on rune-conducive gold. We could actually make our wedding rings magic if we wanted."

"They're magic enough for me already," I said with a little extra sweetness to my voice. I took her hand and slid on the ring as she smiled with appreciation. Once it was on tight she caught me by the collar to drag me up to my knees.

"You shut your charming mouth and get your equally charming ass in bed. I want to take these babies for a test ride."

"Yes, ma'am!" I swept her off her feet (in a more physical sense) and carried her to the bedroom, abandoning her tools and weapons like we were a giggling pair of first level heroes ditching our post. She spurred me on with sweet kisses until I dumped her into the bed, staying laid on top of her. “I keep forgetting how heavy you are, bubblegum,” I said breathlessly as I ran my hands under her pants to rub her tight thighs and hips. 

“You calling me fat, you sneaky little bitch?” she giggled back, but she wiggled her hips to rub against my fingers until I squeezed her ass.

“I’m saying you can still kick my ass, Tinkamina,” I teased before kissing along her neck. It’s mostly muscle like the rest of her, but the fun part if that makes her body pretty sensitive to light touches like mine. She moaning softly in my ear as I leave wet spots in my wake, winding up my long-time lover like a cheap lock pick. Tink can take a warhammer to the abs but ]you nibble her ear and she just falls apart. 

I slipped down her work pants as she’s already locked her solid thighs around my legs. I could only get them to her knees with how hard she’s started grinding on my crotch, hardening me up through my pants and her panties. I realized I’m doing a clumsy job of stripping her so I lift off her shirt and start kissing around her breasts, loving the soft texture held firm by though powerful pecs right above. I love the little chirps she gives off as I nibble on her hard nips while I unbutton my shirt, grinding back against her as we start stripping down for the fun. Her short legs are still pretty nimble, catching her toes around my waistband and tugging off my pants in her hurry to get me inside her.

I finally slip in, careful to use just the right angle that we’d picked up from our practice. She raises her hips just enough to level with me as I stand off the bed, evening out our height and sliding right inside her. I can’t tell if it’s something with gnome anatomy or just her core strength, but she’s still tight to this day. It’s firm and a little rigid, so I need to give a little extra effort to get all the way in. It always makes her twitch and arch her back, biting her lip to tough it out as my human shaft pushed inside her. Once those first tough couple of pushes are done, though, she relaxes as the back and forth becomes more fluid. Her muscles relax and our endorphins make up for the discomfort we’re humping like crazy.

“So damn tough but you can’t take a human dicking,” I teased as we both started getting into it. I shuddered as her thighs and abs visibly flex, and I felt her pussy clench around me.

“Who said I can’t take you?” she asked with a smug smirk. She got even tighter and firmer until I’m taking long deep breaths to keep from losing it right there. I rest my hands on her chest and shoulders, both of which bounce as she flexes her pecs to make her tits dance. She knows that shit drives me crazy.

“Okay. Okay, I get it. You know I’m all talk!” I blurted out, squeezing her breasts softly like a worshiping sign of weakness. She unclenched and I moaned as my cock went back to sliding into her. “I don’t even want to know how you worked out those muscles,” I moaned.

“Thinking’s not your strong suit, prettyboy,” Tink told me as she put her arms around my neck, pulling me down to a kiss. “You’re charming and good with your hands. And reaching the top shelves. MMF!” She threw her head back against her pillow and grabbed my shoulders harder as I climbed into the bed proper to really push inside her. “I forgot you can reach other spots too, you fuckin’ monster...”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered breathlessly as I pumped her harder. She was already thrusting along with me but we got into it enough where her dense little body was sliding her butt along the sheets as we go wild on each other. We both lost track of all talk (whether it's dirty and sweet) as we started panting and grunting until she broke into a squeal. It's like a kettle boiling over as her legs lock around me and bounce her hips against my cock that works me perfectly to time it out with her. Those strong gnomish hips do their job as she finally blows off her steam with a short and brutal shout like a warcry for her orgasm. She held my sides tight as I felt her clench tightly around me, her hot and pulsing pussy milking the cum out of me in return. I let myself crumble on top of her, at least conscious enough to give her the courtesy of not burying her under my armpit. The size difference still wasn't perfect, but we found our way to make it work.

"So? How's it fit?" I asked after a few seconds of kissing and heavy breathing. I rubbed her ring finger to get my point across.

"It's tight, as usual, so it's perfect." She giggled, her big feet squirming and brushing against my thighs. "I probably don't say it enough, but I do love your dumb and pretty ass."

"You don't need to say it," I assured her, but my big dumb smile might have given that away. "But I like to hear it anyway. I love you too, muscle muffin."

We relaxed in bed for a while until our stomachs make us get up. Just going from one instinct to another, I guess. I got up to start on some dinner when Tink sat up in bed, dangling her feet off the edge. "So that's it, huh?" she asked. "Officially retired?"

"As much as we want to be," I admitted, pulling on some pants as I warm up the stove by tapping on the command rune. I ignore the bruises she left on my hips and thighs with her ankles, knowing they’d fade quickly as usual.

"And officially married?"

"Well we stop by one of the temples to sign the documents and that would be it." We'd talked a little about the idea, and neither of us really had family close enough to excuse having a big wedding. We'd hit one of the bars for a round with the other adventurers and that would be all the celebration we needed. "If that's still all you want."

"Well, yea. For the wedding anyway..." She wagged her feet off the bed a little more before speaking up. "But maybe like a honeymoon? Something special to make it stand out for us, y'know?"

"Oh, totally," I agreed quickly. For all the adventuring we did, there wasn't really any travel for pleasure. "What do you think?"

"Well do we have room for it in that budget of yours?"

That was a good point. I didn't calculate any big spends or trips into that, apart from the occasional repair work on the roof or the like. "Not exactly."

"So we need to take another job?" She sounded curious more than annoyed by the fact.

"Well... yes. But then what? We march across the country, kill something, head back home, then walk to the other side of the world to see that one?"

"Not the most romantic when you describe it like that," she admitted.

"Well let's check out the board tonight. The quest rush is always in the mornings, so maybe we can see what's left over. For now, put those abs away before they kill us all."

“So one more job?”

“One more job.”

We follow through with that plan, hitting the bulletin board with the standing quest offers. I thought there would be something cheap and closeby; that dream quest of minimum work, maximum reward. It wasn't quite that, but we found something even more promising. We snatched up the flier, registered it with the guild on the spot, and started packing that night. A band of fishmen raiders were causing trouble up on the coast of Kazero, attacking docked ships and workers before diving back into their undersea caves. Fishmen are annoying shits, but they're not even much of a threat underwater if you know what you're doing and know they're coming. We invest in a mule, a wagon and potions, and apart from a little monster slaying, we have ourselves a beachside honeymoon.

"Kinda smells like fish, doesn't it?" Tink commented with a frown. We stood the beach in our adventuring gear, Kazero's port town within eyeshot. From all the reports we got from the traders, this seemed around where the fishmen were diving when they left. I had left my actual armor behind and left myself with some light pants and shirt, figuring I evened things out with some Armorskin potion. Tink hopped out of the wagon in her full platemail, but she started messing with some screws and clasps that started popping off the shoulder pads. A little bit of work and she was suddenly in a plate mail bikini, tossing the extra pieces into the wagon. She looked like one of the adventure novel heroines at the bookstore that glorified what we did and threw some extra boning in there (I was big on the Sensua the Bold And the Temple of the Lusting Gods myself). Her blue sturdy armor just barely covered most of her breasts while hanging over her ass and between her legs, a simple bikini bottom visible beneath it at the right angles.

"Quit staring and potion me, Mr. Tink," she ordered, blushing a little as I was caught ogling her.

"Aw man. Is that really my legal name now?" I grinned as I tossed her the other half of the armor potion bottle.

"Your legal name is 'Tink's Bitch,' but I thought I'd show you a little more respect than that," she giggled as she gulped her share down. She still had her monster of an axe, but she had conceded on her massive shield being a lot less aerodynamic underwater and took a shorter buckler strapped to her forearm.

"Not what you were saying back in the cart last night," I muttered. That earned me a shove from my blushing bride, sending me stumbling into the water first.

All things considered, we were far enough away from the portside city that it was pretty lovely under the water. We swam for an hour or so, our breathing and vision made easier by the potions. We keep our eyes open for monsters, but that lets us see some impressive wildlife, coral and whatever that thing was with the leaves that I'd probably never see again. Plus a smiling and swimming underwater Tink isn't something I got to see every day, and following her lead meant lots of lovely views of her. When we reached their settlement, the fishmen weren't subtle. They spoke in their coarse and bubbling language without fear that a human or a gnome would be down in their turf. Even when they took notice of us, they didn't last long.

Their patrols went after us with spears and knives, but they weren't used to people fighting back and on the offensive. Their knife work was ridiculous while working with webbed fingers, so I was able to make quick work of one or two to keep them off Tink's flank. Even with the water resistance, her sharp ax whipped up the water like she was a three foot tall whirlpool. The one that was able to dodge around its wrath just got a gnomish fist in the eye before she buried it in his belly.

I was able to stealthily take down another two while Tink went around their other side. We were far enough apart that I don't know if she heard the voice herself. It was high and soft... angelic, really. It made the waters a little more clear and light, as if it cleared the blood right out of the place with its words alone. They were far too sweet to ignore, whatever language it was in. I felt too stunned to do anything, but my head turned anyway towards the majestic woman on the ocean floor. Long and flowing blonde hair, big blue eyes, totally nude... everything you'd want in a classic beauty. I didn't really swim but I floated towards her as she cupped my face with one hand, pulling the other into her chest. Her breasts were big and soft, just like... someone else's. She kissed me softly and sweetly as my hand went lower. I reached her soft and tender stomach... and that seemed wrong.

I kid you not. I'd swear that the fact that she wasn't ripped as hell with abs of steel was what made me snap out of the siren spell. I drifted back from her, briefly puzzled as things looked a little clearer. The black blood of the water returned and her dark green scales and large fangs appeared across her otherwise feminine body. I freaked out more than I thought quickly, pulled a knife from my belt and gutted her in one go. Her warping voice howled as I kicked off and swam away to let her bleed out from the waterproof poisons I'd left on them in preparation. Not a pretty way to go, but it's what you get. Knowing sirens, she would have kept me under long enough that my potion would wear off and I'd drown without even realizing it.

"Maybe I won't tell Tink about that one," I muttered to myself.

"Tell me about what!?" Tink's scream wasn't angry so much as... trying to be heard over the thrashing in the water. I started to blink out of my charmed hallucination when I saw the giant tail whipping around in the distance. It trailed some blood as I realized a thirty-foot long sea serpent had burst out of the raiders' camp. Likely their secret weapon in case things ever got too ugly. Tink had her hand clamped around the giant eel-dragon's dorsal fin, chopping away with her axe with the other one as her strong bikini-clad thighs straddled its back. It might be the adventurer in me, but phallic or not, I don't think I've ever seen her look so sexy.

"Tell you in a minute! You got this?!" I called back as the wide-mouthed creature shot around in the water, trying to turn sharply enough to snatch her while it bucked like a bull.

"Eventually! Maybe pull your weight for once!?"

"I'm usually the one pulling your weight around the bedroom!" I pop out the hand crossbow that Tink had upgraded to semi-automatic for me and swam around to pump some shots into its face. They weren't toxic and its scales were thick, but precision is always the rogue's game. I tagged it in the eyes and its bucking became more frantic and helpless as more of its gore fell out. It finally started to slow, becoming an easy enough target for Tink to get one double-handed swing and rip it completely in half. With its whipping tail and gnashing head separated, both pieces just fell to the ocean floor and stopped moving a few seconds later.

"Hell of a honeymoon, huh?" she laughed as she came swimming back to me. "That was the funnest ride I've had in my life! And my dad used to work on rocket carriages!"

"Diving and meeting the locals," I said with a smile. "Sounds about right. It's only traditional that we head back to port, enjoy some fine dining, then turn in our sea serpent head while we check each other for leeches and embedded spearheads."

"Leeches don't live in the oceans, dumbass," she said, punching me in the side. We get to work diving through their coral camp while I tell her my embarrassing siren story. She's more amused than mad, thankfully, especially about the abs part. We string up these gnomish balloon gadgets to the stolen barrels and chests  so they float to the surface and become a lot easier to haul back. We lug the good stuff back to shore in one go (thanks to a bit of rope tricks and Tink's raw horsepower) before she starts to look a little winded.

"You good?" I asked, rubbing a hand over her back.

"Yea. Can you check me?" she asked as she leaned on her thighs. I give her a troubled look but nod. Nothing worse than a couple scratches from the scales and fins, and a minor cut on one thigh from a lucky shot with a spear. No signs of poison, though the sand and salt probably stung it a little.

"You look clear to me. Why, do-?" Tink suddenly and noisily threw up on the sand. "Saints' balls, Tink!" I kneel down and grab onto her. "Are you alright? We've got healing potions in the cart! Hang on!"

"No. No," she mumbled, spitting out some more of her mess. "I'm fine. Water. Or better, tea. Something to get the taste out of my mouth."

I hurry and get her some water before making her sit down and relax. There's some tears in her eyes but I can't tell if that comes with the puking part. "Are you okay? Tink, what's wrong?"

"I think it didn't like all the bucking around," she groaned, rubbing her stomach.

"What is? Did you swallow something? Some... some kind of horrible fishman parasite?"

"Something like that..." she muttered, avoiding my eyes. Tink wiped the tears from her mouth and coughed before rinsing and spitting into the sand. She leaned on her axe as she smiled at me. "I guess now is a good time to ask how you feel about having kids..."

I stared blankly at her for about a minute proper before I laughed and hugged her tight. I was happy for us, but I was probably just more relieved that nothing was wrong and she wasn't hurt. She laughed unsteadily but she hugged me back, letting the relief and exhaustion wash over us before we even thought about packing up properly.

I guess I'm too good of a husband. Tink has to keep telling me to stop fussing over her for the next few months. She's eating more, but fortunately, the honeymoon literally paid for itself. We made enough gold that I stashed most of it and that became the baby's savings account. Tink insists on doing some stuff herself but I stay close by if I'm not shopping. She gripes about it, but she appreciates the help in the shower and the breakfast in bed. I'd barely even thought about being a dad before, but the more I see that baby belly appear through her abs the more excited and ready I get.

"I'm not too fat?" Tink asked unsteadily. She had gotten to the point where she was wearing dresses more than pants. Her bowling ball belly either pushed out against a dress or hung like a gut over her pants, so she'd given up on the latter. It all goes strangely well, adding to her softness while her muscles are just starting to turn into curves.

"You're not too fat," I assured her, sitting on the bed next to her and passing her the hot herbal tea. "You're exactly fat enough. The physician said you should be bigger, if anything."

"And I'm not too skinny?" she pressed uneasily. At least she was too worried to beat me up for the fat comment. She looked up at me with her big eyes and silky pink hair. Even wearing the sleek red nightie I'd picked up for her, my little gnomish murder machine was really self-conscious about putting down the axe to be a maternity mommy.

"You," I said slowly, shifting around to sit behind her. I pulled her into my lap and hid my grunt. "Are absolutely perfect. You are the strongest and healthiest woman I know, and you are handling this spectacularly." I kissed at her wide ear before starting on her muscular neck. She moaned and tilted her head to let me dig into it. On top of her increased appetite, she's been horny as everything and too shy to ask for it with her changing body. "We're going to have a strong and beautiful daughter and she is going to be surrounded by loving parents." I pulled her closer to poke my erection between her legs, rubbing at her groin while I hold her breasts. I politely pull the top of her nightie down, cupping her breasts as they start to lactate from my teasing and pinching. Apparently gnome babies are big eaters, because her nips have a hair trigger like this.

"And you still think I'm sexy?" she asked softly.

"You always were." She wriggled in my grip, rubbing her ass and thighs against me as I grind against her mound. She gave a small grunt before she tugged her way free from my hands.

"Baby doesn't like the bouncing," she said softly. I let her go as she moved to all fours, lifting up the skirt of her nighty to expose her soft ass and wet pussy. Her growing belly rests neatly on the bed thanks to her stubby limbs, so when I slide inside her from behind she gives a soft and needy gasp while cradling her stomach. It breaks into some husky groans as I softly but steadily pump my pregnant little gnome.

"I must look like a fucking cow," she mumbled.

"I can't start to tell you how hot you are right now," I grunted back, thrusting a little harder and squeezing her, one breast and one ass cheek. I've come to like the milk leaking between my fingers and the extra softness to her hips. It gives some extra bounce when I connect with her muscles, and her pussy has loosened up for some more wiggle room and ease of reach in preparation for the baby. Even holding onto her belly and her bigger breasts jiggling around with her ass, her limbs are strong enough to stay completely steady and braced for my cock.

"Fuck, it's so good," she panted.

"I know. I know, I think I'm gonna... I'm about to..."

"What are you gonna do? Re-knock me up?" she giggled. "Man up and prove you think I'm sexy."

I grunted hard and came into her waiting pussy, which got her to shiver hard. I get in a few more strokes, but it's easy to keep going a little more with the cushion of her body. I thought my orgasm was intense but Tink just gushes over the bed with one sloppy squirt of her own. Her big hips buck against my cock until she slows to a stop, her arms stuck in place like a stubborn mule.

"You good?"

"Soooo much better," Tink groaned. She shut her eyes and seemed utterly at peace for a minute before she smiled. "She's kicking again," she said, resting her hand on her belly. I carefully pull out and rest my hand on hers.

"She's probably going to grow up to be a fighter," I said with a smile.

"Maybe. That or she's drumming. Maybe she'll be a bard."

"Ohhh don't you bring that curse on my house," I groaned, getting her to laugh. "Well whatever she is, she'll be a half-gnome."

"And she'll be loved," Tink added, kissing my lips as she turned to face me.

"Loved and brave. And smart, and cute... and if she does end up being an adventurer, I guess we'll have to teach her."

"One more job?" Tink smirked.

"For her? As many jobs as it takes," I chuckled, kissing her on the head.