Callum meets a tall, boobed blonde

“It’s been good seeing you again, Callum,” Cahern said with a smile as they waited for someone inside to open the door.

“You’re heading back?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna linger just a little while longer...” Shrugging his shoulders, Cahern changed the nature of his smile, “You’ll see why in a minute.”

“You want to see your old friend again?”

“Actually, I don’t think he’s the one whose gonna get the door,” That big smile stayed in place as Cahern avoided giving too much away.

Then the door swung inwards, and Callum instantly realized why his uncle had wanted to stay in place when he saw the figure that opened. Because in front of the two highlanders stood an awe-striking, statuesque spectacle of a woman.

“Hello, Cahern,” The woman greeted the older of the two with a nod and barely noticeable smile, then turned her attention to Callum as he continued to try to process what he was seeing. Most obvious were her tits, two round, huge orbs squeezed into a tight-fitting bodice reinforced with leather, probably to have a chance of containing them in case her breathing turned heavy, “Who’s this?”

“This is my nephew, Callum,” Cahern introduced Callum while the latter was fixed in place by the look that the female stranger shot him with her gold-coloured eyes, “He’s come here looking for work and I think you and Baram can have use of him.”

“He certainly looks useful,” Callum had just gotten around to registering that the woman had short, icy-blonde hair when her gaze dipped lower. Due to the clothes he wore, she had no trouble taking in the powerful muscles of first his chest, then his stomach. Then she appeared to take a keen interest in his loincloth, something that coincided with the corners of her mouth rising higher.

“Welcome to Zatakia, my boy,” Chuckling at how not even the ever-dimming light of night settling in could obscure how Callum’s face had gone paler, Cahern gave him a manly pat on the shoulder, “I think you’ll enjoy it!”

“Yes,” Callum agreed, once he’d rediscovered how to make his tongue and lips move.

“You’re not staying, Cahern?” The blonde’s eyes wandered away from Callum’s crotch.

“If I did, Ilyria, you’d probably just try to talk me into this mad scheme of yours!”

“I wouldn’t just try,” Ilyria’s reply was instantaneous, and followed by her throwing Callum a sideways glance along with one arched eyebrow rising slightly.

“I think you’re in safe hands, Callum,” Cahern still smiled, and now Callum would have recognized the nature of it if he’d thought to look his uncle’s way. Instead, he’d just happened upon the short leather skirt with slits running all the way up the blonde’s legs and only ending round her hips, so as to not hinder her mobility at all. He also noticed the dirk sheathed and strapped to her right thigh.

“Definitely,” Ilyria agreed, and shifted the full weight of her attention back onto Callum.

“Uncle, I’ll see you later,” Callum said, and paid as little attention to him as Ilyria.

“Much later, I reckon,” Deciding against offering to stay behind to offer his nephew some pointers, since that would be cruel, Cahern gave him another pat on the shoulder and nodded at Ilyria, who managed to look coquettish without even smiling any more, “Ilyria.”

“We’ll see more of each other soon, Cahern,” Ilyria promised Cahern, and the way in which her words made him change his pace mid-step suggested that if he was more resistant to his charms that Callum, it was only a matter of degrees.

“So, you coming inside?” As Cahern moved back down the street, Ilyri switched back to staring down Callum, who despite his youth and inexperience was fighting hard not to buckle under the pressure provided by being on the receiving end of those confident, suggestive looks. Nodding his head, he got a first sample of her voluptuous body on the move as she nimbly slipped in behind the door until only her tits and face were appearing out from behind it.

As soon as he was over the threshold and inside the nearly blacked-out ground floor hallway of the building, Ilyria closed the door behind Callum and positioned herself so that her huge, round tits were almost brushing against his back, but not quite.

“Callum,” Once they were all alone, Ilyria’s voice acquired a sharp edge that was subtle but very hard not to notice, “I’m gonna need you to hand over your sword.”

“Think of it as a compliment, Callum,” Ilyria continued when he hesitated, “If I didn’t take you seriously, I wouldn’t even bother asking...”

That did the trick, as evidenced by Callum unbuckling his sword belt and handing it over to Ilyria. As he did, he also noticed the sharp-bladed axe placed on a dresser and within reach from the doorway.

“Just in case I’d opened the door and saw someone I didn’t want to see,” Noticing how Callum froze up and what he was looking at, Ilyria explained the presence of the axe while taking his sword from him.

“You don’t say a lot,” Ilyria observed, as she hung onto Callum’s weapon.

“I’m nervous,” Callum admitted.

“Good,” The sharp edge was gone from Ilyria’s voice as it turned into a purr, “Now lead the way and head for those stairs.”

Once he’d almost gotten to the staircase on the other end of the hallway, Callum heard the rhythm of Ilyria’s steps increasing and had his entire body go stiff for the brief second that it took her to slip past him and start guiding the way. She’d lost his sword somewhere along the way, although walking behind her meant that it took Callum several moments of hard staring at her heart-shaped ass to notice that her hands were empty.

Ilyria’s arse rivalled her tits in its size, alluring shape and in the way that it seemed to draw his eyes towards it. And she knew it, judging from the way in which she took a couple of steps up the stairs before switching to a different style of walking that involved a lot more swaying of her hips.

Feeling his mouth go dry, Callum ogled Ilyria’s firm arse up two storeys, before she stopped on the third-floor landing.

“I was half-expecting you to bump into me,” Ilyria said, as an off-handed comment, while eyeing Callum over one immaculately muscled and sleek shoulder with the suggestion that she was disappointed that he hadn’t, then set off again.

Soon thereafter, Ilyria stopped again, with Callum repeating the process of nearly pressing his now semi-erect and still stiffening cock up against her arse and she shooting him another bold glance.

“Wait here,” Ilyria told Callum, who did as asked while Ilyria disappeared into the room that she’d brought him to the door of.

Whilst hearing mumbled voices from the other side of the closed door, Callum focused on calming down. Apart from his heart-rate racing and the palms of his hands being very slippery, there was also the obvious risk of his aroused cock pushing the heavy loincloth hiding it aside.

Just as he’d manage to will his rising member back down again, although it remained far from flaccid, Ilyria re-emerged from inside the room.

“Baram will see you now,” She announced without stopping, “Good luck and I’ll see you later.”

As Ilyria continued back the way she’d brought Callum through the tower, he **** himself not to throw longing stares at her swinging arse and instead faced the open doorway, still unsure of what laid in store beyond it.