Making up

Selan was still not entirely sure of what exactly it was that was going on as he stood in front of Maya and meekly allowed her to pull his tunic over his head, even raising his arms to help her before she’d gotten the garment off him, bunched it up in her hands and flung it across her parents’ kitchen.

After that, Maya pushed Selan away from her, and the half-elf felt a pang of dread as she reached for her sword, though he was relieved to find that she simply unstrapped it from her back and placed it upon the kitchen table before baring her teeth in a slightly nervous smile as she stepped up closer to him, grabbed hold of his wrists and yanked her towards to allow her to meet him in another passionate kiss.

Being very much aware of how Maya had begun to caress his unprotected back almost as soon as their lips met, Selan responded to the feel of her fingers against his naked skin by moaning into her mouth, and was soon running his hands up and down her sides, drawing a few excited moans from her as he undid the straps holding her leather armour up wherever he might encounter them.

Soon, Maya was cupping Selan’s ass, another moan flowing past her lips to enter his mouth as she grabbed onto his buttocks and tugged him towards her to press his raging erection even tighter against her own body, and moaning again when the fact that they were both still dressed below the waist proved inadequate to block the feel of the base of his cock throbbing against her crotch.

Maya again pushed Selan away and, while sporting a nervous but happy smile that had Selan’s heart melting and his cock pumping out precum to soak the fabric of his trousers, began to finish the job that he had begun, undoing all the straps before finally removing the upper part of her armour, with it too ending up on the kitchen table, though Selan was far more interested in the way that Maya’s full, flawlessly shaped breasts jiggled underneath the flimsy white top that she had been wearing under her armour.

The top, which clung to her chest almost like a second skin, couldn’t hide the stiffened state of her nipples, and it left the entirety of her toned midriff bare, the etched muscles on her stomach serving to lead Selan’s gaze until he finally noticed just how low-cut the front of her leather pants was.

With a few careful steps, his gaze fixed on Maya’s face in an effort to spot any signs of protest from her, Selan was in front of the caramel-skinned beauty, his hands brushing across the soft, unblemished skin on her shoulders, heading for her slender neck, and his lips approaching hers.

Suddenly, they were kissing again, each of them rapidly becoming more passionate in how they wrestled tongues with one another, egging each other on to make their kissing even more frenzied, while Selan tensed up from the waist down when he felt Maya’s hands come sliding in over his hips and running along his waist before ending up at the front of his trousers.

Pulling his lips from Maya’s, Selan caught a glimpse of how her gaze immediately down towards his crotch, and he followed how she fumbled with his trousers for a moment or two before eventually managing to get them open.

Then, Maya slid her hands up over Selan’s stomach, lifting her head to meet his gaze, her own eyes wide and graced with a nervous glint as she trembled for a moment when he placed his hands on her hips and began to trace them down over her thighs before guiding them up over her crotch, at which point she bit her lip and sighed heavily enough that her massive chest wiggled underneath her top. Selan worked quickly and efficiently in first unbuckling Maya’s belt, then undoing the crisscross pattern of strings holding the front of her pants up, after which he released it and took a step back from her, catching a glimpse of the white panties that she had on as the top of them was now visible through the gap at the front of her pants, and wriggled his hips first to the left, then to the right to get his own trousers down far enough that his cock could come spilling out into the open.

Maya stood with a look of awed astonishment glued to her face as she stared down at Selan’s massive cock, her mouth gaping and her eyes bulging as she took in how the immensely thick slab of fuckmeat now protruded out towards her from underneath his waist, its massive length being such that its fat, purple head was almost brushing against the thin fabric of her panties.

“Selan…” To the young half-elf, the breathless way in which Maya sighed out his name was as priceless as the expression that she was sporting as she stared down at his member, the busty young warrioress opening and closing her hands as she continued to ogle his monstrous member.

Reaching out with her right hand, and angling her wrist so that her hand brushed against the underside of Selan’s fat cockhead, which was already glistening wet with precum, Maya marvelled at how warm it felt against her touch, though she soon released a startled yelp and pulled her hand back when a jet of prejizz came whooshing out through Selan’s cumslit, bounced off her arm just above her elbow, and ended up glued to the wall behind her.

Maya stood still, watching in silence as Selan stripped himself of his shoes and trousers with a great deal of calm and confidence, the half-elf then pulling his lips back to form a warm smile as he stood before her as naked as on the day that he was born.

In response to the sight of Selan’s nakedness, Maya grabbed hold of her top and pulled it over her head, and now it was his turn to look astonished as he caught a first long glance of her huge boobs in all their exposed glory, with Selan looking downright stupefied as he observed how they shook softly for a while before settling down to burst out far in front of her chest, their form still the epitome of perfection and without the faintest hint of any sagging. Looking significantly less nervous now that she could see Selan’s reaction to her having rendered herself topless, Maya began to bend forwards and pull her pants down, with the horny half-elf alternating between staring at her ample chest and meeting her gaze as he followed how she got her pants down to her ankles before first freeing herself of her boots, and then her pants, until she was almost as naked as he.

Selan now stepped up closer to Maya, and the both of them were breathing heavily, with a sigh exiting Maya’s mouth when the plump, bulbous crown of his cock bumped against the hard muscles of her midriff before he stepped closer still to her, making his dick slide up over her stomach until the business-end of his mighty fucktool disappeared up between her exposed breasts.

Again they kissed, both of them having their eyes shut tight as they explored each other’s mouths, Maya running her fingers through Selan’s hair while his hands were busy caressing her back as he drove her in front of him until her heart-shaped ass came into contact with the wall behind her.

Gasping as soon as Selan pulled his lips from hers, Maya then let slip a moan of disapproval at how his cockhead was extracted from where it had been resting between her breasts, though it didn’t take more than a second or two before she was moaning happily again as Selan began to kiss his way down her neck. As it turned out, Selan wasn’t interested in merely kissing her neck, but traced his lips down over her chest, showering her gargantuan knockers with soft kisses and wrapping his lips round her nipples, sucking on each of the hard buds in such a way that it made Maya’s moans a little louder.

Selan continued to kiss his way down Maya’s front, until he finally arrived at the point where he was on his haunches in front of her, his cock standing out between his bent legs while his lips were now mere inches away from her panty-clad sex.

As she entered her husband’s smithy, Orithea reflected on the fact that she could not hear the sound of metal pounding metal, and the drop-dead gorgeous woman smiled to herself as she spotted her husband on the other side of the open space that constituted Stan’s smithy. Located at the back of their sturdy three-story house, the smithy primarily consisted of what had once been one half of a backyard, but which was now shielded from the weather by a simple roof mounted on sturdy poles that had been pounded into the ground. Apart from that, Stan and Orithea had also built a fairly large shed, in which he could store his tools, his supplies and the things that he was either making or repairing.

Tossing a glance over at the wooden gates that stood at the centre of the stone wall that surrounded their backyard to make certain that they were closed, Orithea then turned her gaze back towards the back of her husband’s powerful frame as she sauntered closer to where he was standing in front of one of his workbenches.

“Yeah?” Stan called out, having heard someone enter his smithy.

“Stan…” Orithea’s voice was particularly melodic at the moment, and had a mischievous ring to it.

“Hi honey,” Stan greeted his wife, though he had yet to turn around from what he was doing.

“Where’s John?” Orithea asked.

“Off somewhere,” Stan’s reply suggested that he was quite annoyed with his apprentice at the moment, though that was hardly the reason for the naughty smile that Orithea now formed her lips into. She knew Selan very well, almost as well as she knew his mother, and had long since decided that he was the only boy in town capable of treating Maya with the love and the respect that she deserved. And while she knew that Stan probably shared that view, she still thought it best if she were to keep him preoccupied for the next few hours, and keeping him from entering their kitchen.

“I see,” Stan grinned as he recognized that tone in Orithea’s voice, the barrel-chested man putting down his tools and having already begun to undo his leather apron when she added “You might want to turn around…”

When he did as his wife asked him, Stan was greeted by sight of Orithea having just stepped out of her dress to stand completely naked in the middle of his smithy.