Fucking in the Futility of War

As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, my mind often wanders to the pleasures of the flesh. My Dwarven physiology, though rugged and resilient, can’t escape the primal urges that drive me. I recall the countless nights I spent with my fellow Defenders, sharing tales of our conquests and the occasional fuck in the barracks. Those were the days when our city, Everblast, was still standing, and our cocks were hard with pride. But now, with the goblins’ stench in my nostrils, I’m left with nothing but the bitter taste of defeat and the ache of a lonely cunt.

I’ve been on my own for what feels like an eternity, scavenging for food and shelter in this godforsaken land. My armor, once polished to a shine, now hangs dented and worn, a testament to the hardships I’ve faced. And yet, despite the bleakness of my situation, my libido refuses to be extinguished. I’ve had my share of fleeting encounters with the few stragglers I’ve met on the road, but none have ever satisfied the deep-seated need that gnaws at me. It’s as if my body is screaming for release, for the warmth of another’s skin and the thrust of a cock into my waiting pussy.

I’ve heard rumors of a hidden settlement, a place where the remnants of our people have banded together to form a new community. I’ve been searching for it for what feels like an eternity, but the wasteland seems to stretch on forever, a seemingly endless expanse of nothingness. I’ve given up hope, but the thought of finding others, of perhaps even finding a lover, keeps me going. I dream of the day when I can lay down my arms, shed my armor, and let my guard down, if only for a moment. Until then, I’ll keep walking, my heart heavy with the weight of my desires, my cunt aching with the promise of what could be.