Approach Laira.

You approach her shop. It's nostalgic in a way. Last time this happened, it was all the way in Avana, yet now you do the same--a different shop, a better one. A burst of steam rises up around her body and it condensates across the surface of her skin. Though with that, she's done. The flickering light of the forge gradually dims and she looks to you with a smile as she catches your appearance. "Hiya there!" she calls out from up the steps. "What can I do for you... Mr. Warren? Demon King? I'm afraid I'm still not sure how I should be addressing my lord."

"Kyle is fine." You make your way over, though also do your best not to let your vision drift downward too long. There's something incredibly alluring about a girl wearing nothing but a pair of overalls. You can see the skin down her side--her breasts. At the same time, you notice she doesn't care at all either. This is the norm in her mind. "Doing some late night work?"

"Well if I stop working just because I don't have a specific order, my skills will get rusty! I practice my trade every single day. That way when you find the blueprints for another legendary weapon, I'll be there to tackle the opportunity yet again."

"You're really a hard worker."

"Of course I am. Smithing is my passion after all." She glances to the side. Despite the forge fading, there's a coloured heat in her face. "Kyle, I... I just want to thank you. For everything."

"Don't worry--"

"No! You not only trusted me with something incredible, but you gave me a new beginning as well. The way I see you take care of everybody here. It's something special. Please accept my thank you."

"Of course, Laira. It's no problem. Just don't overwork yourself."

She laughs. "Hey. Why don't you come inside? I've finished decorating my place."

"Sounds good to me. Lead the way."

Laira takes you through the backdoor of the building which brings you both to her home behind the shop. It's quaint and cozy. On the walls, you see mounted swords and shields and other weaponry. Certainly, it's not the home of a dainty princess. She's a skilled smith, though her decorative skills are simple. It's a lot of metal, sharp things, and basic furnishings. The main room you stop in has a table in the middle as well as a few chairs around it. She stops, and then she turns to rest her rear against the table's edge.

You notice her craning her neck. She stretches her arm and lets out a sigh.

"Sore?" you ask.

"Maybe I went a little too hard today. It's all good."

"Need a shoulder rub or something?" you ask, partially in jest. Though her attention does seem to fixate on you now. You get the vibe that she's thinking hard about something, and she's silent for a lengthy moment as well. "Laira?"

She snaps out of it. "Oh. Uh... That would be great actually."

"Oh yeah?"

Laira pulls herself up and slowly turns. She peeks a glance back. "You really don't mind?"

"I did ask, didn't I?"

She smiles and slowly reaches for the straps of her overalls. Much to your surprise, you hear the click of the clasps coming undone. With one arm, she holds the fabric tight against her bust--squishing her perky, firm melons in place while the straps fall loose. As they fall down her back, her clothing sinks. You look up and down her smooth, perfect back--alike Niki, she has a tight body from years of physical training. With her second hand, she pulls her ponytail to the side and waits. "All right. I'm ready," she says quietly. It's the first time she hasn't sounded loud and proud since you met her.

The moment your hands touch the skin of her shoulders, she lets out a timid moan. You feel around for knots in her muscles, and there are definitely plenty, while you maneuver down her back, and around to her sides. She shivers. Then you caress back up and feel around her neck, causing her head to withdraw. She lets out a quiet giggle.

"I'm ticklish there," she whispers.

"Sorry," you say back as you return to her shoulders.

"You're very kind to be doing this, even after a day of work. I'm all sweaty. My body is still hot and wet from the forge."

"You don't understand men at all, do you, Laira?"

She purses her lips. You can hear her breathing slowly increase in speed through her nose. "N-No," she replies nervously. "I don't."

Your hands move back down. Slowly, they drift around the soft skin of her sides to maneuver behind the fabric of her overalls. You stroke your hands around her stomach. "You have no idea how beautiful you even are, do you?"

Once again she's quiet for a moment. "You're teasing me."

"I'm not. You're out there, working so hard. It's inspiring. Yet at the same time, you're dressed in this skimpy outfit, showing off the goods--"

"S-Stop that! I'm not showing off the goods... am I? Th-This is what I always wear."

You chuckle. "Don't worry about it."

After a soft whimper, she gasps as the overalls slip from her arm. She quickly catches them at her waist, and with her other arm, she quickly covers up her bust. Though from this angle, you couldn't see anyway. Her face flushes with embarrassment as she tries to keep her outfit from falling the rest of the way off. Not that it covers much anyway. Underneath, you can see she is wearing panties. They're white.

"You all right?" you ask.

Her breathing is heavy. "Of course. It just slipped."

You can see her chest being held from behind. At this point, your cock is definitely rising to the occasion. She's a ginger girl burning hotter than a forge, and you're standing right behind her with your hands firmly against her body. "I guess you'd be getting changed soon anyway, right?"

She smiles. "True." Then to your surprise, she turns around. She allows the overalls to fall to her feet. Now she stands there in a pair of panties and an arm wrapped around her bare chest. "You're very respectful to not be trying anything with me."

You look her up and down and readjust your pants.

Then she takes a step forward. As she releases her chest, she wraps her arms around you and pushes herself into your body. "Kyle, I'm so nervous," she whispers. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't just do nothing."

You place your hands on her back and hold her tight. "Is this your first time doing something like this?"

She glances down and nods bashfully. "I m-mean with a person... Every girl has been alone with a hammer at some point, b-but..."

"What?"

"I've never been intimate with someone before."

One of your hands slowly wanders down her back. "Well this is pretty intimate."

She stares you straight in the eyes. Her nostrils flare with panting breaths. Then with both arms, she reaches up and undoes the band in her hair. As she swings her head to both sides, her long orange hair flows down past her shoulders--fiery, like the roar of a smithy. Then as your hand wanders low enough to cup around one of her tight bottom cheeks, she lets out a quiet gasp and throws her lips into yours with a familiar passion. She pushes hard. You squeeze in response and slide your tongue into her mouth. Her eyes flutter--rolling back, lost in the pleasure already. The heat of the moment nearly drops her to her knees.

You bring a hand up to wrap around the pillowy skin of her bust. At long last. You've seen her tease these massive things over the forge again and again, but at last, your fingers sink into the soft cushion of her tits. You squeeze hard, and it elicits a whimper from her lips. Then you kiss down her neck, her shoulders, and finally you push your face up against them. Immediately, you wrap your mouth around the tip--stiff from excitement. Rolling your tongue causes her to whimper even more, and when you pop it out, you glance up to see her face radiantly red.

"Ooh... Kyle, I d-don't know what to do," Laira pleads. "I'm sorry. You're probably used to begin with succubi and all sorts of wild things, and I'm just--"