Yes, he will.

?Sure, I don't mind.? Aram was used to people watching him, his former master and the occasional concerned farmer would watch him work, and instruct him when necessary. Though the look of obvious hunger in the redhead's eye made him a little nervous.

Aram took the blade to the workshop's grindstone, and begun the arduous task of grinding away a part of the edge so it would take a better shape. While he was doing this he felt the warrior woman's eye in his back.

As he was working, Aram started to fantasize about the day his master's wife, Maura, entered the workshop in a thick woollen dress that couldn't quite hide her generous curves. Her sun kissed hair had been held up in a bun and her dark eyes sparkled with lust as she sized up his sweat streaked muscular body, and her plump lips formed a sultry smile.

?My, it is quite hot in here. I don't know how you can stand it.? The blonde had said, as she walked closer to Aram, swaying her wide hips.

?You'll get used to it after some time, ma'am.? Aram had said, as he tried to concentrate on the hoe he was repairing to not stare at Maura's large chest.

?Easy for you to say, you're half naked...? Maura had muttered, taking in his naked torso which was only covered by a leather apron. ?...Not that I'm complaining.? The blonde cougar had muttered in a breathy voice.

Aram remembered that he had tried his best to ignore the obvious lust in the woman's voice, his previous master had been a barrel chested man a few inches short of seven feet, and Aram wasn't looking forward to him beating the shit out of him. Of course when Aram noticed that Maura started to lift her dress, he had ripped his eyes from the hoe.

?That's better.? Maura had said, at least Aram thought so he had been to busy staring at her naked body. Her tits were absolutely huge, possibly one the largest pairs in Argyle if you didn't count the priestesses of Girvyn that occasionally visited the town to test a new potion on one of the men. Maura's tits had been perfectly shaped, without a hint of sag despite their size and her age, the bronze globes had been capped by thick dark coloured nipples and wide areolae. Her waist was slender, while her belly had been discreetly and femininely rounded. Wide hips ran into long toned legs, and when Maura had noticed Aram's stare she had turned around to show him her plump, juicy, heart shaped ass.

That was the time Aram had decided to leave Argyle in style, and had thrown the hoe across the workshop before quickly removing his apron and shooting out of the rest of his clothes.

A gasp had escaped Maura's lips when she took in the size of the young smith's cock, and before she had known it Aram had thrown her over the anvil, her shapely buttocks jiggling slightly...

Aram was shaken from his fantasy when the red haired woman coughed behind him, this caused Aram to concentrate on his work again. After a few more moments the blade was perfect, Aram checked the blade for any imperfections, he decided to work on the handle of the sword. And while doing so, he went back to his fantasy.

After Aram had done a thorough job of preparing Maura's ass he had slipped the crown of his monstercock past her cinnamon ring, and was now thrusting his hips at a rapid pace, Maura's asscheeks jiggling every time his pelvis smacked against her shapely rear while her huge breasts swung back and forth. Maura had been shrieking loud enough that everyone in Argyle could hear her, luckily for Aram her husband had been in another town at the time, probably buying bars of steel or selling his wares.

Aram remembered the feel of Maura's large tits in his hands, and the way his nuts had slapped against her foaming honey pot. As he was working on the handle, his cock jerked in his pants and his breeches made an ominous sound. The redhead looked up from inspecting the piece of armor Aram had been working on, and turned her attention to Aram. She duly noticed the bulge that had formed beneath his apron, and her full lips formed a sultry smile.

While fixing the last few mistakes the apprentices of Armando Scarpeti had made, he fondly remembered covering Maura with his seed, thick globs had nearly obscured the large tits of the woman entirely, with strings of cum hanging from her nipples, her eyes had been glued shut and spunk had dribbled from her chin. The anvil they had been fucking on was gleaming because of the juices the cougar had squirted over it, just like Aram's own stomach and chest had been.

His fantasy was rudely interrupted when a hum filled the air, Aram recognized it, when his dwarven master had correctly made a weapon, the weight and length had to be perfect for some runes to work, and pressed a rune in the material. It made the same sound, both the warrior woman and Aram's attention turned towards the blade. After the humming stopped as suddenly as it began, the blade had turned from dull grey to pale blue.

?Now that, looks like proper Vorpal sword.? The red haired woman complimented Aram, as she took the sword from him and swung it experimentally. ?Lighter than I expected, but it looks razor sharp.? She observed. ?There are other things I would like to discuss with you first, but first there is a matter of payment. Making, even fixing, a Vorpal sword is worth quite some gold. The woman I work for can provide it, but I can also offer you myself. I noticed you looking at me, and I must admit that I watched you as well, and I like what I see... Either way, Armando Scarpeti has provided my lady's guard with shoddy pieces of weapons and armor and he will have to be dealt with, so you will meet her, she might even get you out of this hovel.?

Aram took in the red head's form, her armor hugged her curvaceous but slender, muscular frame. He wondered if the chest piece was an exaggeration or if her chest really was that big. And despite having only one eye, her face was breathtakingly beautiful with a slender jawline and thin, high cheekbones. His eyes paused at her sultry, plump lips made for kissing, and other things. He finally stopped at her smouldering emerald eye. She knew his answer then, and let her cape fall to the floor as she approached him.