Fucking in the Futility of War: A Dwarven Perspective

As I wander the desolate wasteland, my mind often wanders to the pleasures of the flesh. My Dwarven physiology, though rugged and resilient, still craves the touch of a warm, wet cunt. I’ve had my fair share of Dwarven whores, but none have ever compared to the thrill of a human’s tight, moist pussy. I recall a particular night, after a long day of fighting, I stumbled upon a group of human survivors. They were scared, but I could see the desperation in their eyes. I took one of them, a young woman, and fucked her senseless. She screamed, she cried, but I could see the fear turn to pleasure in her eyes. It was a fleeting moment of beauty in a world gone mad.

I know some might say that my actions are those of a monster, a war-hardened Dwarven warrior with no regard for human life. But I say, what’s the point of it all? We’re all just pawns in a game of war, a game where the only winners are the gods themselves. And what’s the use of living, if not to experience the beauty of a warm, wet cunt? I’ve seen the worst of humanity, the atrocities committed in the name of war, but I’ve also seen the best. I’ve seen the resilience of the human spirit, the will to survive in the face of overwhelming odds. And I’ve seen the beauty of a good fuck.

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 and proud, now hangs on me like a weight, a constant reminder of the battles I’ve fought and the lives I’ve lost. But even in the midst of all this chaos, I find solace in the simple things. A good fuck, a hot meal, a warm fire on a cold night. These are the things that keep me going, that remind me that there’s still beauty in this world, even in the darkest of times.