"Mmmmm..." purred Leona, her eye sparkling as she stared up at him with a look of utter satisfaction on her face. "That was wonderful."
Cupping her hands to either side of her impressive, sperm-covered boobs, the well-toned warrior woman slid her hands along their length, stretching them out slightly as she gathered up two handfuls of thick, sticky seed. With cum still covering much of her body and pooling in her cleavage, Leona licked up the fluid from her hands, luxuriating in its smell, its taste, its texture, before Aram's very eyes. Indeed, even his exhausted cock and drained balls reacted to the sight of her scraping his seed from between her fingers with her tongue.
"So... young and virile," she murmured happily. "And fertile too. I can TASTE it." Leona noticed his rising cock, and her already-pleased grin grew even wider. However, just as she rose off her haunches, ready to mount and ride him yet again...
The shop bell rang. Aram's eyes widened, and he ground his teeth in frustration. He had half a mind to just ignore it, especially when, right in front of him, the beautiful Ser Leona seemed more than ready to give him the ride of his young life yet again. But...
Aram hesitated, certain that he could smell the scent of powerful dwarf beer over even the reek of sex the forge room now held. Just as he was turning to go...
Leona pounced like a wild cat. She muffled his protests by pushing his head into her bosom, before, with consummate skill wrestling him to the ground and mounting him like a horse. With a wicked smile, the beautiful, cum-drenched warrior, the tan, tattooed skin of her boobs visible only where she had scraped off his cum to slurp down, forced Aram's cock into her pussy again, pressed her hands against his chest, and was still fucking the hell out of him with incredible gusto when Brom Sheifson wandered unsteadily into the room, a bottle in one hand and his head in the other.
The old dwarf's eyes nearly popped clean out of his head when he saw the two of them copulating on the floor in front of him, the room in general full of a positive funk of lovemaking, the anvil drenched in mixed fluids, semen all over the floor, walls, tool racks, and, incredibly enough, the CEILING...
Brom moaned, and put down his bottle, still rubbing his head.
Aram, being in no real state of mind to notice anything, was too busy feeling the warrior woman atop him squeezing and milking at his cock with incredible physical control over her internal muscles, her pussy squeezing his cock in what felt like layers, like rings rippling over its surface and pulling on his member as though milking it. Leona, however, saw him enter and heard him moan.
"Good morning to you, Master Sheifson," she said, cheerfully, as though there were nothing strange about their situation at all. "Your apprentice did a fine job of mending something of my Lady Grifoen's that that inept fool Armando Scarpeti mangled, and I decided offer him a little... personal compensation on her behalf." Impulsively, the one-eyed, beautiful woman leaned over Aram and kissed him passionately, forcing her tongue with violent dominance into the smith's mouth, before straightening up again and continuing to ride him like a mule.
"I... whu?" mumbled Brom, still straightening things out.
"I was also," continued Leona conversationally, "thinking about keeping him. He's a fine smith, and my Lady ALWAYS has room in her house for such... talented individuals." Her smile turned impish. "I hope that's no trouble. What's the fellow's contract worth to you?"
THAT penetrated the enjoyable fog in Aram's head, and he stared up at her in shock and wonder as she continued to enjoy his incredibly long, steely cock in her body, rocking her hips from side to side now, her arms on his broad, powerful shoulders, holding him down.
"I... Now see here!" roared Brom, recovering himself. "That fellow signed a CONTRACT with me! He's my apprentice 'til I decide he's ready! Don't think that's something you can just pay for with money or... favors." The old dwarf leered at the guardswoman's beautiful body for a moment to emphasize.
"Now, now, Brom," chided Leona, closing her eye temporarily in bliss as she felt the powerful, beefy cock inside of her let loose a jet of precum with the force of a fountain pump. "I hardly intended to steal him away. Hasn't the Lady always been an EXEMPLARY!" -Leona let out a gasp as another gush of fluid smacked against her womb- "customer? I was wondering if the recovery of your... trade implements from Scarpeti would be price enough?"
Brom was feeling uncomfortable, from the booze of the night before giving him a painful hangover, from the reek of sex that filled the forge room, and from the sight of Leona enjoying his apprentice right in front of him. But, upon hearing the words "Scarpeti," "trade implements," and "recovery" in the same sentence, Brom's eyes lit up like lanterns.
Aram had always held a very low opinion of Brom, his drunken master, but Brom's name was renowned for a reason. He had only taken to drink because that fool Scarpeti had stolen his family runes with his cunning plots.
Getting his runes, his pride back... that was more than worth it. "Fine," muttered Brom. "More than fine! Perfect! If you and the boy can somehow manage to get them back, I'll let him go, and what's more, I'll still owe YOU a favor." He leered at her shapely bottom. "Speaking of which, do you want ME to--"
"Maybe later," deflected Leona smoothly. "After I've gotten him off and gotten your things back." She smiled in pleasant remembrance. "You were so... enthusiastic, before the drink, Brom. I'll enjoy seeing you sober up for any number of reasons."
Aram had half followed the conversation, still preoccupied by the woman atop him, but, as he felt his twin, powerful balls begin to squeeze and pulse, he moaned, forcing Leona's hands off his labor-hardened biceps and pressing his hands into the soft, wet flesh of her cleavage. Leona smiled happily, and threw all her efforts into squeezing and milking at his cock, grinding in a circle as she rode up and down on the fourteen-inch-long bar of steel-hard cock inside of her body. "Yesssssss..." she purred into his ear. "Give me one more nice long shot, blacksmith, and then I'll tell you everything..." |