Loz the Loser Pt. 01

Hey Everyone! This one's a little untraditional in that the size difference aspect of this is reversed. This was based off a vote.

I don't see a lot of futa Dwarf stuff in fantasy stories on Literotica so I wanted to try something different and see how I felt. Breaking from the norm of having an ogre or orc futa instead. Had a good time writing it but I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea lol. I've already received a few notes about it, if this isn't for you, don't worry, I have a new Nanigan Hall I'm working on so we'll be back to traditional format soon-ish, once I get a few more gay stories out of the way.

Trigger warnings/disclaimers as always. This story contains elements of nonconsent and reluctance. Drugs, hypnotism, aggressive physical action, general gore and violence (not involved with anything sexual), dubcon, noncon, reluctance, cheating, coercion, and bullying all ahead. If you do not like these themes PLEASE DO NOT READ THE STORY BELOW!

This is sex fantasy and ONLY that! I do not support the prior themes to be practiced in real life. No means no in every context, communicate with your partner, do not harass/assault people sexually or otherwise, do not use this story as license to commit said acts. Being the one aggressively pursued can be a turn on in our heads but can be very scarring in real life (I've been on the receiving end, and yes this is how I cope lol). DO NOT practice anything in this story in real life. I cannot stress that enough.

Also again, this is in no way meant to be perceived or taken as any kind of commentary or stereotype against the trans and/or intersex community. Please do not use these stories as license to fetishize, berate, harass, or dehumanize any of the trans/intersex community. As a queer person I do not want to spread that kind of stigma. This is pure fictional sex fantasy and only that, if video games don't make you more violent, then do not let a porn story make you a worse human being.

Everything aside, please enjoy...

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"CHEERS FOR THE DRAGONSLAYER!" Cried the Mayor.

"HUZZAHH!" The town screamed in unison, mugs of ale rocketing to the ceiling.

Applause and celebration erupted in the long house as screaming townsfolk gathered in the messy hall.

The Mayor, Lawderdale, was leading the festivities, never happier and never prouder to have witnessed such a hero rise from nothing.

To his left, sitting with a quiet and stoic, a somewhat uncomfortable smile on his face, was Loz.

Loz sat in the chair of the guest of honor, but would typically stand at around 5'11. He was lean, but toned, housing the body of a capable warrior. Not necessarily rugged, but nor did he appear weak. Half elven, he shared beautiful traits from both his mother and fathers sides. He had a short black cut, swept to his side with a feathery flow to it. His face was a little on the longer side but handsome and eye-catching in his looks. An angular and fine jawline, a straight and pointed nose, trimmed dark brows that rested above his lidded eyes. His ears carried small sharp points at the tips. His skin was a smooth and rich tan color with pure white pupils, an effect from some of the magic he carried with him. He was the definition of heroic and pure of good heart in looks and manners both.

Loz was uncomfortable with such a feast being held in his honor, humble as he was. He could allow his ego to slip through for one night though. After all, these were his people.

The town of La'Ferren was where he grew up, and where he learned to become an adventurer.

Loz was something of a local legend in the small green country of Besterre. A land of honor, duty, and peace. Besterre stayed out of international politics, and focused on the betterment of their countrymen instead, putting more towards their internal struggles without relying on outside or foreign help. Not to be confused with xenophobic intention, more so that they could survive on their own should doom strike the world. They were proud, diverse, and welcoming people. Rich with culture and ancestry, especially when it came to challenging the monsters that dwelled among the forests and hills.

Loz was one such warrior who pledged his life to the betterment of his people. Recently, in service to the monarchy, he dispatched The Terror of Mt. Fitz, a scaly and ferocious dragon who nested atop the peak. Loz had slew it and carried its head back to The Queen, where he was given knighthood, honor, and wore the title of Dragonslayer with pride. His longsword at his side, his half-plate gleaming with earned luxury, his look determined to show the world who he was and carve a name across it. Not for ego, not for status, but to inspire the people, to let them see someone who wasn't afraid to stand up against all odds and to follow him into a world where all men could be equal.

Loz pledged himself to that goal, as he watched his country only grow in wealth and wellbeing thanks to his actions. Not for just the dragon, but for all manner of giants, trolls, bandits, and monsters. Trade routes kept safe, towns freed from terror, and families living in harmony... It was as if there was nothing left for him to do...

So it was, in a stroke of bravery, that Loz pledged to expand his skills to the entire world proper. There were so many other countries, so many other cities and places that needed his help. Innocents terrorized, factions at war, monsters moving into their villages, he would help them too. Nobody in this world would know suffering under his watch. His goals were lofty, his intentions pure, and his optimism would carry him to greater heights.

So did he announce this to the entire kingdom, with The Queen at his side. They would miss him much on his travels, but they had never more faith nor pride in an envoy of their kingdom. It would be Loz who would spread glory to the world, in their names.

Loz returned to his hometown a few days prior to his great journey to the west. The mayor refused to let him leave without a proper goodbye. So here they were, dancing, drinking, and celebrating him this night.

The band played, the people danced in circles, they drank and sang as the entire world around him made merry. Yet Loz sat, admiring his people, how happy they were, how much they loved him. Gratitude didn't even begin to describe it, but he wouldn't shed tears or meaningless words. He proved it through his actions alone, his love for them.

Mayor Lawderdale was a large and portly human man whom Loz had known since he was a boy. He nudged him slightly.

"You ain't gonna dance, my boy? Don't tell me the monster slayer doesn't know how to move his feet!" Lawderdale guffawed.

"Perhaps after I finish my mug." Loz smiled shyly.

"Nonsense! These people are here for you! Don't waste the night! Go make merry!"

"I'd prefer not to embarrass myself. I could hardly keep up when I was a boy, I shudder to imagine how I'd fare as a man."

'PFTT! A man? By the gods you're what, 22?"

"26."

"Same difference! You haven't experienced life in full yet, even with the blood of wyrms on your blade. There's much you need to learn yet, my boy. Experiences... you still need to try?"

Lawderdale gave him a knowing grin, eyebrow raised.

Loz looked down in a little embarrassment.

"You know I can't do that, Mr. Lawderdale, though your many offers are always kind."

"Bah! You don't need the world, boy. You need a fine life. A cozy life, here with us. Let me convince you, please! I don't mean to be such an odd one to my own daughter, but look at the men in this town... you think I'm letting them lay a single finger on her?"

"Isabelle is... wonderful... but I have a higher calling elsewhere."

"Did someone say my name?!" A voice called across the room.

Isabelle, Lawderdale's daughter, a tall woman with white hair and nut brown skin, glided across the room to the long table where they sat. She gave a flirtatious grin to Loz that made his face go a little red, unable to hold back his nervousness around her. Isabelle was stunning, and the entire village was coupling the two of them, not to either of their arguments. The two were a match made in the heavens. Loz could scarcely find the right words around her, and she loved to tease him.

She stood at about Loz's height. Her hair was long, voluminous and silky, her skin just as sheen and smooth. Her white hair was a trait from her mother, an equally attractive figure that made everybody in town wonder how she ended up with Lawderdale, loved as he was. Her limbs were long and her body lean and flowy. Even in the thick commoners dress she wore, she was still a marvel in Loz's eyes.

Loz had to look away as Isabelle fixed her gaze on him, her face a little red from drinking.

"What on earth is he doing sulking up here?!" She turned to her father.

"Was asking him the same thing. Seems our hero thinks he's too good for festivities..." He chuckled.

"Oh it's not that father, no woman worthy of his hand has asked him to dance..." She stuck her hand forward in front of Loz.

Loz looked up at her, that beautiful smile looking down at him knowing he didn't have a choice, she wasn't giving him one.

"Loz." The mayor gave him a look, "Dance with my daughter or I throw you in jail."

Loz couldn't help but give an excited breath of a laugh as he took Isabelle's hand. Isabelle grinned and practically dragged him onto the floor.

The people cheered as they watched him join the merriment. Loz gasped as Isabelle pulled him into it with shocking strength, bounding up and down as they hopped around the room with everyone else. Isabelle led as the band struck their chords even harder and faster. Loz awkwardly followed along, earning some laughs. Isabelle giggling at his attempts to keep up as she twirled and spun in her flowy dress.

It was soon that they found themselves face to face as the music began to slow down. Loz's hands awkwardly on her body, making her roll her eyes.

"Surely someone taught you how to dance with a woman, Loz."

"I'm afraid I scarcely had the time to learn."

"Oh really? Saving yourself are you?"

"One could say." He gave a coy smile.

"Well, when you meet her, you should at least know where to place your hands."

Loz jumped slightly as Isabelle yanked his arms into place, one on her lower back,the other locked into her fingers. The two of them swayed as they locked eyes.

"Much better." She grinned, softly stroking his shoulder.

Loz was terrified, he'd faced monsters and all manner of beast, but nothing compared to the anxiety pumping through his body.

She put her stomach against his, leaving little room between them.

"You're adorable when you're frightened, you know?"

"I'm not frightened."

"Is that why you're shaking?"

"I don't know what you mean." He chuckled.

"Hm." She mused, "...My father asked me to make you stay by the way."

"Did he now?"

"Is it working?"

"Almost."

"Not pretty enough am I?"

"It could never be that, my lady."

"My lady..." She scoffed, "We grew up with each other, spare me the royalty."

"Forgive me, it's hard to tell you and the royals apart sometimes."

"Fancy them too, do you?"

"Wha- uh... no that's not..."

Isabelle barked with laughter, cutting him off with a gleeful giggle. He loved hearing her laugh.

"I appreciate the attempt,SerLoz."

He sighed in relief.

The two swayed in each other's embrace for a long period of silence, simply enjoying being lost in each other's eyes.

Isabelle finally broke the silence, her flirtation dying suddenly.

"You're positive there's no way to get you to stay?"

"I'd like to... I really would... but-"

"-But there's more world out there. I know Loz. I know... Worth it to try at least..."

"I'll come back Isabelle. I promise."

"With some strumpet on your arm no doubt..."

"Never." Loz placed a hand on her cheek, turning her face back to him, "I'll save the flirts, Isabelle. My mother, my father, my friends, and even Mr. Lawderdale, all of them are reasons to visit. YOU are a reason to stay forever. If you had any idea how hard this decision was... how terrified I am that some suitor will come by and sweep you up... I can't resist my calling. I don't know what this future holds but what I only know for certain is that you are the only one for me. I will be back, if not only for you..."

Isabelle blushed, her mouth opening to speak, but was shocked at his sudden release. Loz was never this vulnerable, rarely even to her.

"...I have seen sirens and beauties across the land, I've witnessed The Queen, her sons, her daughters in the palace. I've seen the so-called paragons of lust in the capitol. None of them, NONE, compare to your beauty, your laugh, your being, your charm, your smile. Isabelle, you are the only person in this entire realm who I could give ownership of my heart. I belong to you Isabelle. Please know this."

Isabelle had tears in her eyes, as did Loz. Isabelle had no words as the two's eyes began to dart down towards each other's lips.

They wasted no time between them, their mouths colliding into a mind-numbing smooch that seemed to carry on for eternity. Closing their eyes as the fury and passion in this one long kiss would last their entire lives. Isabelle clutching onto Loz's head, while he wrapped her tight in his strong arms.

It took everything for both of them not to burst into tears of joy in that exact moment. Their bodies pressed against each other as they never wanted this to end. Loz's lips felt electric, his heart pounded, his body grew warm in her embrace.

The entire room turned to the two of them. Tears in their eyes as they watched the two of them finally kiss. Lawderdale couldn't help but weep.

Isabelle broke the kiss, stroking his cheeks as she held eye contact with him a moment. Then turned to see the entire room looking at the two of them.

"All of you go back to dancing!" She barked.

The room began to swirl in merriment again as Isabelle wiped tears from her eyes.

"I almost forgot..." She sniffled, then reached into her pocket.

She put her arms around his neck. Loz looked down to see a silver locket dangling beneath him. He looked at the pendant, a small and smooth silver slab with her name engraved on it.

"Just so you don't forget about me when you're off saving some damsel."

He smiled warmly, hugging her tight.

The two embraced, lost in each other once again as they swayed to the slow music.

Her lips came up to his ear.

"My house is empty, you know..."

Loz's eyes shot wide with nervousness.

"Good to... good to know I suppose?" He played dumb.

"Mhm. I think I'm going to go back to my house... maybe you should make sure no monsters try and get me on the way..."

"Your... your father wouldn't...?"

"Him and my mother will be drinking until dawn."

"I... I see..." He swallowed.

"Do you understand what I'm saying Loz?" She cooed.

"I... I think so... you... uhm... require an escort?"

"I think I do..." She whispered lustily.

She smiled at him and began to drag him out of the long hall by the hand. Some men and women giving the two of them knowing looks, some slapping him on the shoulder on his way out. He was overwhelmed with feeling.

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TWO DAYS LATER...

Loz already missed his hometown, long on the road now, but his thoughts of Isabelle still on his mind. The beauty of her naked body, and how magical their night was together. It was slow, passionate, and truly felt what love must feel like. Their bodies locked together and a lusty and beautiful union, one that the gods could grow jealous of.

He missed her skin on his, her lips on his neck, her hands on his back. He would give anything to come back to her, and was tempted to never leave that bed... but he knew this was his true purpose. To deny this world peace and prosperity for the sake of his lust, it would be an unforgivable sin unto himself. The gods put him on this plane for a reason, he must fulfill that purpose.

He scarcely realized it, but the road he was on now used to be one of the most perilous. He had slew several monsters on this path before... but now... now it was quiet.

He breathed it in, that blissful silence, that peace in nature. He knew going forward, if the rest of the world was as terrifying as his parents had told him, it would not last.

New challenges awaited him, new people, new monsters, a brand new atmosphere...

The first stop was the harsh and brutal country of Kolvahn. Sharing a border with them, they were known for their harsh conflict with the northern country of Shaeml. The monsters in these chilly and grey forests were allegedly worse than the ones he had slain.

He intended to put that to the test...

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FIVE DAYS LATER...

The green vistas and forests slowly turned darker and darker, the wind began to chill to the bone. Loz was dawned in his iconic half plate, sword at his side, each blessed with runes and magics from the local witches and hags to ward against bad spirits, cold, curses, and grant strength to the wearer. His blade could pierce the toughest hides, and spit fire from its end. He was ready for this.

He walked the empty road, he could feel the happiness and security of his home country sap from his shoulders. The wind howling through the pine trees, stabbing into the sky like spikes. He was in their country now... no turning back...

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Hours passed as he crunched down the cold road, the paving was nothing but even dirt and rock, the only pro to walking on foot.

As he walked he suddenly smelled it... coppery, metallic, thick... blood.

He rushed over the hill to see an armored man slumped over by a tree.

He rushed, sliding on his plated knee pads over to him.

"Are you hurt?" He quickly spoke.

He grabbed the man's head, noticing only now that the metal helmet had been caved inwards, one of his eyes popped out of its socket, his neck broken. He'd been hit in the head hard with something. He noticed also that one of his arms was missing, from the tooth marks it appeared to have been chewed off.

Some kind of hill giant? Troll more likely.

"I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner." He whispered to the dead man.

SNAP! A branch broke feet away from him.

Loz pulled his sword from the sheathe, quickly standing. Pointing it right towards the hairy figure rushing him at full speed.

The creature roared as it waved a stone club in the air. Its glowing white eyes and yellow teeth raging through the thick coat of hair on its massive head. It stood at around 6 feet, short meaty arms, stubby legs, stony gut sticking through the carpets of mossy hair dangling from its frame. It was a hill troll.

Loz wasted no time, quickly unclicking an oil flask off his belt and chucking it right at its face. The flask broke into pieces, getting into the troll's hollow eyes and covering him in slick oil.

The monster keeled over for only a moment, enough time for Loz to stab his blade forwards and twist it into a weak point between his hard stomach and breast.

"BRRIMAH!" Loz incanted.

The blade glowed with a red hue, then shot fire directly inside the troll's body. The hill troll screamed as he was cooked inside and out, hellfire blasting through his eyes and out of his mouth as he wildly swung in all directions.

Loz danced away from it, watching the thick figure ignite in a horrible smelling flame.

A sixth sense activated, Loz suddenly dodging his head out of the way as a crude spear whizzed past his face. He snapped his head to the left, another troll barreling down the hill with nothing but its fists.

Loz stood his ground, like a matador facing a bull.

As the troll reared its massive fist back, he sidestepped, letting the best throw its momentum off balance. Loz quickly stepped behind him and ignited his entire sword on fire, then with one stroke...