Breakfast and sex

“This is delicious,” Gia happily commented on the food, having used swallowed a piece of bacon, another piece being attached to her fork as she raised up in front of her bare boobs on its way to her mouth.

“Good,” Aram smiled back at her, before wolfing down the collection of bacon, eggs, sausages and pieces of toast that he had jammed onto his fork. Unsurprisingly after what he’d been doing the previous night and this morning, Aram was quite hungry by now.

“Careful with that knife,” Gia implored Aram after her gaze drifted lower, looking beyond the point where he was now holding another sausage pinned against the plate while cutting it to pieces with his knife.

“Trust me, I am,” Aram replied. The dinner table wasn’t extremely low or anything, though it was slightly lower than usual to better fit Brom’s stature, and since Aram had that in common with Gia that he was enjoying his breakfast in the nude, his erect cock was currently sticking up in front of him, its vividly purple crown pointing straight up at the ceiling, the entirety of it being coated with the precum that was flowing out through his pisshole as a result of Gia’s huge, naked tits and her gorgeous, smiling face.

“Any idea of what I’ll get for dessert?” Gia’s question was followed up by an impish smile as she lifted her right leg up. The dinner table wasn’t particularly wide, and Aram now let out a low groan as one of Gia’s toes brushed against his jizz-filled nutsack.

“You don’t usually get dessert after breakfast,” Aram replied, keeping as straight a face as he could with Gia sliding her toes over his scrotum.

“Please?”

“I’ll see what I can come up with,” Aram promised, chuckling softly at the exaggerated puppy dog eyes that Gia was making at him.

“From where I’m sitting, it looks like its already very much up,” Gia’s remark got a groan of mocked pain from Aram, to which she responded with a cheeky grin.

“Gia…” Aram breathed out, at the same time jokingly protesting against her by shaking his head at her and moaning at how she’d moved her foot up to the thick base of his cock.

“Fuck, it that thing throbbed any harder, it would make my tits shake,” Gia lustfully commented on how the regular throbbing of Aram’s cock reverberated through her outstretched leg, a faint gasp leaving her mouth as some of her wetness spilled out onto the seat of her chair.

“Gia…” Aram began, having dropped his knife and fork on his plate.

“Yes, Aram?” Gia said back, by now using her foot to stroke the first few inches of Aram’s fuckpiece, her actions having caused the flow of precum to turn into a flood.

“You won’t get your dessert until I’ve finished eating.” This time around, it was Aram’s turn to shape his mouth into a cheeky grin.

“My bad,” Gia smilingly replied, caressing Aram’s dick one last time before pulling her feet back and turning her attention to her half-emptied plate once again.

“Aram?” Gia picked up the conversation again a short time later.

“Yeah?” Aram answered, having first finished chewing his food and made sure that there wasn’t of it any left in his mouth.

“This Lady Grifoen… do you really think she’ll want to hire me?” Gia wasn’t smiling any longer, her new expression instead having a considerable amount of apprehensiveness about it.

“I’m sure she will,” Aram tried his best to assuage Gia’s fears, “I’ll certainly recommend that she does.”

“Thanks,” Gia’s face blossomed into a smile for a moment, before she resumed her worried look, “It’s just that you trained under a dwarven master and I under an incompetent fool.”

“Look, Gia, I’m good thanks to my master, you’re good in spite of yours,” Aram said, doing his best to sound as firm and confident as possible. And Gia appeared swayed by his words.

“Aram,” Gia began, a short moment later.

“Yes?”

“Thanks,” This time around, the happy smile that Gia sent Aram lingered on until after they’d both resumed looking down at their plates and eating their breakfast.

“So, anyway, I’ve been thinking about something you said earlier,” Again, it was Gia who got the conversation started again.

“Oh, and was this before or after I made you pass out from cumming too hard… again?” Aram offered Gia a devilish grin.

“Before,” Gia shot back, quickly sticking her pink tongue out before releasing a soft giggle as she thought back to how Aram had fucked her into a state of unconsciousness, “Anyway, about what you said about tearing my pants off…”

“Go on,” Again, Aram put his knife and fork away.

“I think I decided that if we do get that workshop, that I’m not going to wear any…” Gia pulled her lips back to form a dirty smile, “I think I like it better walking around like this.”

“Aha,” Aram replied, a spurt of precum clearing his pisshole to fly upwards in a tight arc before slamming down onto the table just short of Gia’s plate.

“And you seem to like it too,” Gia purred.

“Anything else that you want to tell me?” Aram asked, relieved that he was now almost done with his large breakfast.

“Well, now that you mentioned it, sort of,” Gia began again, the busty blonde treasuring the look that Aram gave as he waited for what she had to say, “that whole passing out from cumming too hard and too often thing is just a trick for when we do have our own place, to get you to do all the work while waiting for me to regain consciousness.”

“You’re evil, woman,” Aram stated, though he certainly didn’t sound like he meant it.

“Hey, being evil got me a really nice breakfast,” Gia said before proceeding to eat up the last piece of bacon on her plate.

“As long as unconsciousness is the only thing you’re going to be faking…” Aram replied, managing to remain completely deadpan while he said it.

“Believe me honey, if I could pull off faking those orgasms you give me, I’d be the world’s most accomplished actress,” Gia smiled at him again.

“Well, I guess that being constantly showered with girlcum is a sign that I’m doing something right,” Aram replied.

“Trust me, you do a lot of things right,” Gia stated, most sincerely, “Now stop making me think of how good you fuck me every time, or I’m going to find out if I can cream myself and finish this last sausage at the same time.”

By now, Aram decided that it was a good time to get up, and while Gia finished the last of her breakfast he did so, being fully aware of how she followed him with her gaze as he walked round the table and came up next to her.

“I’ve come to take your plate,” Aram announced as his hard cock pointed straight at Gia’s face.

“Mmm, can I have my after-breakfast sweet first?” Tilting her head back a little to meet Aram’s gaze, a naughty gleam in her eyes and an equally naughty smile on her lips as she reached out and placed her right hand on the steel-hard trunk of Aram’s mammoth fuckpiece.

“How can I say no to you?” Aram asked rhetorically whilst grinning down at Gia, who responded with a giggle before slowly leaning her head towards his cock and letting her pink tongue come sliding out between her lips to brush against the flared business-end of his member, her nostrils flaring and her eyelids coming down as soon as she got a taste of the precum with which Aram’s fuckmast was drenched.
“Wait,” Gia suddenly breathed out, after Aram had begun to push his hips forwards and nearly to have his cockhead enter her mouth, “let me just…”

While Aram held back, Gia pushed the chair behind her until it was turned in such a way that she was sitting directly facing him where he stood. After taking a good long look at Aram as he towered over her, taking his handsome face, his immense, muscular build and his equally immense and muscular cock that was jutting out towards her, Gia rubbed her thighs together to smear the wetness that was pouring out of her pussy all over them, then took a two-handed hold of Aram’s member.

“Now where was I?” Gia asked, smiling up at Aram while the manner in which she’d begun to jerk his cock with long, slow strokes of both her hands caused him to produce a guttural groan and have a rich flow of his precum rain down onto her huge boobs.

“I believe,” Aram began, another groan coming flowing out of his mouth when Gia teased him by swirling her tongue over his cockend, “that you were going to suck my cock…”

“Mmm,” Gia’s purr came before she pushed Aram’s cock away from her, until it was pressing against the defined musculature of his stomach, then leaned further forward still and planted a sloppy kiss on the base of the mammoth pillar of fuckmeat, for which she was rewarded by another throaty exclamation coming from him.

Rolling his hands up into tight fists while letting his arms hang by his sides, Aram didn’t interfere with Gia as she kissed her way up his cock, licking up the precum that came pouring down its length at the same time as she brought her soft lips and her nimble tongue further and further up.

Soon, Aram had his hands on top of Gia’s head, while she had allowed his cock to fall forwards a little, enough so to allow her to take its crown into her mouth into its entirety, where she was dancing her tongue all over it while simultaneously having resumed her two-handed stroking of the trunk of his member. Each time that Aram produced a fat blast of precum, which he did pretty much every other second, Gia moaned lustfully around his cockhead.

A short while later, and Gia’s ability to produce any moans had been somewhat inhibited, due to how she had readily taken the business-end of Aram’s cock, along with a few inches of the thick, vein-corded meat that sat behind it, down her throat, her pussy juicing as the walls of her gullet were massaged by the steady beating of Aram’s dick and her tongue remained inundated with his precum.

“Good morning,” A female voice suddenly came from Aram’s right side just as Gia began to move her head back and forth to swallow his cock deeper down her oesophagus.

Turning his head in the direction of the familiar voice, Aram wasn’t particularly surprised to find Leona standing there, an amused smile glued to the toned, voluptuous woman’s ripe lips as she took in the scene laid in front of her. Apart from her eye patch and a simple white tunic that looked quite familiar, Leona didn’t appear to wear anything else. And judging from how the tunic just barely managed to reach down to cover her sex, Aram guessed that it was one of Brom’s, and not his.

Instantly conflicted about being “caught” with his cock buried down a naked woman’s throat by another woman with whom he’d already had sex, Aram didn’t know quite what to do about the whole situation. Gia, however, seemed surprisingly unbothered by Leona’s sudden appearance, and simply waved at the other woman before resuming bobbing her head back and forth, cramming his cock a little further past her lips.

“It is,” Aram replied, as casually as he could, his own confidence boosted by Gia’s self-assured behaviour.