Pay for your armour.

If this smithy won't take gold as payment, you suppose she must want to take something else. Piece by piece, you and Laira dismantle your suit, though it doesn't take long at all. The top falls to the ground, the gloves, and more, until you're left with just your ordinary clothes--belt already removed and laying on the ground, along with your sword. Still, it isn't as dressed-down as Laira is presently, who you look to with a growing hunger. Even after you had so much fun in the bath earlier on, you feel like you could keep things going for far, far longer, especially after the whole Erotrain situation. You start to frighten even yourself with the incredible abilities you've gained, and wonder if it's possible to surpass even an incubus.

You slide your hands back over her hips--shirt tugged up over your arms, showing a pale pink pair of panties squeezing the skin between her thighs. You tug her in hard, right up against you, where she kisses you hard on the mouth. Your weight nudges her backwards into the table, though the impact is stopped by the backs of your hands. The heavy piece of furniture squeaks and it's pushed out of the way more and more, until she reaches and with a hand and grabs the edge, giggling.

"Oh fuck," she gasps out as her lips are released.

As if to muffle any proceeding words, you kiss her once again, this time dancing your tongue deep in her mouth. Her fingers dig into your back, and her legs instinctually start to attempt wrapping around yours. So you grab her by the ass, squeeze right, and lift her up into the air, allowing her to do just that.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaims, not expecting the strength. Her legs lock tight behind your waist. "Y-You're pretty strong, aren't you?"

Then you lift her high enough to lay her down atop the table like a delicious meal. At first, she doesn't want to release you, though as she feels your hands caress inwards towards a certain area between her thighs, she's very quickly convinced to allow her legs to fall limp. The feeling of your thumbs massaging deep into her skin, around the borders of her panties, is enough to make this pent-up, excited, hot and bothered girl whimper out a moan, especially when you take hold of the waistband and move to slip it slowly down over her skin, from her legs to snap from her feet. The pajama shirt falls loosely over, just enough to cover it up.

Though not for long. You kiss up one of her legs, and pull the shirt up and away to spy her bare pussy waiting to be touched. The closer your lips get, the more she moans and creaks the table--wiggling left and right. Then you give her one long drag of your tongue, right over her glistening lips to dance on the perfect spot around her clit. This causes her to gasp and grab out at the edges of the table, knocking something off the other side as she moans much louder.

She looks down at you, almost with a look of fear, though that isn't quite it. The promise of such pleasure is just exhilarating it's made her nervous. Of course she's touch herself before, though you wonder just how long it's been. Perhaps she's been saving it all for this moment--her reward. "I want inside me. G-Grab me and just... J-Just..."

"I'd rather make you cum in more ways than one tonight," you respond. "Wouldn't you?"

Unable to look you in the eyes after hearing something that stimulates her so much, she lays her head back down lets out a long, quite sigh. You can easily tell she's burning with arousal, and wants nothing more than for you to bring your lips back down.

"Otherwise it wouldn't be enough payment for such an amazing piece of work. Right?" you ask.

"I supp--Aaaahhh~!" Of course you wrap your mouth around her pussy the moment she tries to respond, causing her to not only moan but giggle as she knows she's been played. In response, she squeezes your face between her thighs, ask if to **** you to keep going.