Blacksmith

Stretching your legs felt good after a long day of sitting at your desk, even with your favorite tongue between your legs, suckling gently at your balls as you made him work for the privilege of having his face painted with your white essence. He always complained about the smell and the taste, yet you noticed, he was none the less still as quick as ever in obeying once you decided to force the issue.

Rock hard under that skirt of his after every session.

You tended to ignore that, at least until nightfall and he came crawling over to your bed, of late in a literal way since you didn’t allow him to walk into your room anymore. Hands and knees or he didn’t get to sleep on the bed. And if he disobeyed then he didn’t get railed during the night. He’d never disobeyed after the first time in the doghouse.

You had to admit you often felt like a horny teen again these days.

Either way, today you’d decided to explore just a bit more of town than you usually did, this time walking a fair ways away from the Alchemist’s shop and down to a slightly out of the way building next to the village stream, an enchanted water wheel stood next to a mill and a building which you could tell contained a very large forge. Within it a low thrum could be heard like a living, beating heart.

“Hello?” You called out as you entered, looking around