Aram was, to put it bluntly, pent up from his long period of forced abstinence, doing almost all the work in Brom Sheifson's forge, and he all-but threw himself at the woman, throwing his arms around her armored shell, its cape now drifting to the floor behind her, and pressing his lips to her own.
He was used to having to duck low to kiss girls, but the statuesque beauty before him was nearly at tall as his own, massive form, and he had no trouble at all enjoying the wild, fierce smooch her lips planted on his. He could feel her metal-covered arms wrapping around the skin of his neck, and Aram groaned in barely coherent need.
Aram all-but tried to throw her to the ground when he felt her gauntlet-covered hands on his chest, pushing him away, but the warrior-woman shook her head gently and he backed away, just a little. Her hands went behind her back, one finger extended from either glove, and he heard a set of complex-sounding clicking and hissing sounds from within the incredibly tight and flattering armor that covered her. Slowly, he saw, the plates that covered her back began to flip away, and the woman to gracefully slip out of her armor.
Idly, Aram wondered whether her figure was really as impressive as her armor had made her appear, and, in fact, he had been right to be suspicious.
She wasn't as impressive as her armor.
She was more full-figured and muscular.
Her breasts had apparently been slightly squished by the armor, and, as she stepped out of it, they took on their more-natural size and shape. More and more of her beautiful tan flesh, powerful muscles rippling beneath it, came into view. Scars dotted her skin, here and there on her arms and sides, and, curling up her breasts, over her shoulders, down her back, looping and crossing over her navel before travelling down her rich hips to her lush bottom, a pair of vibrant purple lines tattooed into her flesh caught Aram's eye and made his mouth water.
The woman noticed his obvious interest and grinned fiercely, like a predator that has sighted meat. "Like what you see?" she asked, almost rhetorically, lifting her hands to slide them up her powerful abs before cupping her impressive breasts. Other, less active women of Tharros, might be bigger, but the athletic beauty before him was certainly no slouch. "I've gotten a little less able to fit into it since it was made, but... well, I'm afraid I'm rather attached to this old armor." As she slipped out of her gloves, she showed its interior to the young smith with a flourish.
He caught a glimpse of the inside of her armor, as he all-but threw himself at her, and, almost absently, picked out the runic inscriptions on the inside, noting how it had been spelled to be light, cool, and comfortable, no matter the conditions.
That was about all Aram could tell before he all-but tore the apron from his body and, naked but for the boots and socks he couldn't be bothered to remove with the muscular, tattooed warrior-woman before him, offering herself to sate his sex-starved libido. His enormous, just-over-fourteen inch-long cock stood out in front of him like an iron bar, thick, gooey strands of precome gushing from its tip.
The woman licked her lips as she took the measure of his mighty "weapon" with her good eye, and, as he frantically pressed against her, his own hard, well-built body sliding against her springy, powerful muscles, it stood up between them, sliding up her torso. Had she not been nearly as tall as Aram, it might have walloped her in the face.
Instead, as he pressed his hungry mouth against hers, tasted her wild, untamed flavor as she threw her powerful, scarred arms around his neck and pressed her tongue into his mouth, his cock ended up sandwiched between her big, tattooed tits, squished a little flatter and broader by their proximity to one another's torsos. Aram all but sighed in relief into her mouth as he felt the firm but pliant flesh of her breasts around his cock, precome now trickling almost continuously from its position deep in her cleavage, so deep he wouldn't have been able to see it even if her beautiful, fierce face hadn't been pressed against his.
Eventually, the statuesque beauty pulled away from him, letting her slightly-calloused hands travel down his muscular chest to his jutting, needy cock. She licked her lips at the sight of it.
"M...ma'am-" Aram tried to interject, his voice trembling with need. Normally, he liked to be in control when he took a woman, but... but there was something exciting about letting this wild, tattooed and scarred beauty take control of the situation.
"Ser Leona Aurora," she corrected him, happily, stroking his cock with her hands as she looked up from it with her single, piercing green eye to smile at him. "Any man whose cock is large enough to slip between my tits while we're both standing up calls me Leona." She returned her attention to the member, testing its impressive weight, the broad circumference of its needy-looking head, reaching one hand down the long, broad length of his shaft to fondle his powerful, beefy balls. "Or Ser Aurora," Leona added, almost carelessly, enjoying the feeling of having him in her power.
"Ser... Leona," he managed to get out, the lovely sensation of her skilled hands wielding his cock as skillfully as any other powerful, well-formed weapon, "I... I need to--"
Easily, she lifted one of her taut, muscular legs, and slipped his cock between her powerful, tattooed thighs, enjoying the gasp he let out as he felt her soft flesh surround his almost-painfully needy cock. Leona's flexible arms allowed her to easily continue to work the head of his massive shaft and the swollen, pulsing testicles dangling from its base like ripe fruit. Her hot, molten pussy ground over the top of Aram's mighty dick, such that he could feel her hot, strong-smelling juices sinking into it, rubbed into its flesh by her thighs and vulvae.
"You need me," Leona whispered, pressing her lips against the shell of his ear. He stared down her back, purple tattoos standing out on its only-vaguely scar-marred flesh, saw the wild red braid that descended to her powerful-looking butt. "Say it," she cooed into his ear, her breasts squishing against him. "Say it..."
"I... I need you," Aram whispered, nearly overwhelmed. Leona smiled sweetly and sultrily at him, but also with compassion in her single green eye.
"That's the most gratifying feeling in the world," she told him, her strange, lilting accent clear in the air. Then, with only the most modest of difficulty, Leona leaned back, wrapping her arms around Aram's broad, powerful shoulders to lift herself, and impaled her hot, muscular pussy onto his mighty cock.
Aram's eyes shot open like dinner plates. |