Saying goodbye to Brom.

Leona giggled, and waved back at Gia before walking towards the stove, not bothered by the display going on in the kitchen, and grabbed the last two strips of bacon out of the frying before quickly wolfing them down. “So did you have fun last night?” the redhead teased them with a naughty smile.

“Oh I'm sure you heard us.” Aram shot back, after firing a bolt of his thick pre-spunk down Gia's throat.

“I did.” Leona nodded in reply, still smiling. “The young lady with your fat, juicy cock down her throat especially seemed to enjoy herself.” Leona said in a husky tone of voice, as she narrowed her eye and licked her plump, kissable lips.

Gia tried to nod, but with about a foot worth of thick, vein-ridged inches of monstercock down her throat, that was kind of hard to do. The slight movement of her head did cause Aram's dick to slip even farther down the blonde's throat, causing her to gag and him to blast more of his pre-spunk down her throat, and in response to that Gia closed her eyes and moaned loudly around Aram's dick, as a plume of her orgasmic juices squirted from her pink slit, and splattered on the floor in front of her and against Aram's feet.

“So I have to return to Lady Grifoen's mansion soon, she was expecting me back last night to show the repaired Vorpal sword...So I'm pretty late.” Leona carried on the conversation as if nothing had happened, and scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment. “What do you say to coming along and “introducing” yourself?” Leona asked with a suggestive smile.

Gia softly pinched Aram's thigh, and looked up hopefully at him while bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. He smiled down at her in response, and nodded his head at her. “I will, at one condition...” he told Leona, while holding up the index finger of his right hand.

“Shoot.” Leona replied, while she sat down on the counter top and observed Aram and Gia.

“I want Gia at my side as my fellow smith when I work for your Lady.” Aram told Leona, and then groaned when Gia showed her appreciation for asking that question by sucking his dick even faster, so fast in fact that slobber and precum flew everywhere.

“I want to say yes, Aram, I really do because she will fit in great with all the other beautiful, busty sluts that work for Lady Grifoen. But I can't just accept her without knowing her skills.” Leona said.

“I have seen some of her work back in the shop, I can vouch for h-” the rest of the sentence never left Aram's throat, instead his entire body trembled as he fired thick strings of spunk down Gia's throat, the blonde rapidly swallowed it, only a little escaping her mouth and running down her chin.

When Aram's cock had stopped spraying spunk, Gia pulled her head back until the crown popped from her hungry gob. She lovingly kissed the plump, purple head and smiled up at Aram. “Now I know why my portion of food was smaller.” the blonde giggled as she patted her belly.

Gia then turned her attention to Leona. “Aram can vouch for my skill, but if even that does not convince you I brought a finished project that I worked on alone, and in secret.” Gia said professionally, not bothered by the fact that she was completely naked, while the insides of her thighs were coated with her girlcum and some of Aram's cum dangled from her chin.

Leona put her arms beneath her large breasts that nearly popped from the too small white tunic, and smiled. “All right, show me.” the warrior woman said, and giggled when Gia quickly jumped to her feet and rushed downstairs to get the “project” she had been talking about.

Leona got down from the counter top and approached Aram.
“She must really want this job badly if she can pull herself away from this big, juicy monstercock.” Leona muttered hotly as she bit her lower lip, and started stroking his cock.

“And that's why you should make sure she gets it.” Aram stated, as he slipped the middle finger of his left hand up Leona's tight ass, savoring the gasp she let out, and softly started to move it. “Or you'll never see it again.” Leona made a show of pouting, but her eye burned bright with lust, causing Aram to slip away from her. And just when he was about to throw her onto the table, and slam his cock up her ass, he heard Gia coming up the stairs.

Leona heard her too, but instead of moving away from Aram she smiled impishly at him and pushed her ass out, causing his dick to slip between her toned, but very shapely, buttocks. Aram groaned at the sight of Gia approaching, her big tits jiggling slightly as she practically ran to Leona with a dagger clutched in her hands.

“Very nice.” Leona purred, partly at the sight of the finely crafted dagger Gia handed her, but mostly because of the fat monstercock throbbing between her buttocks while plum-sized droplets of precum fell onto her lower back.

And Aram had to agree with her, it was a masterpiece.
Leona had unsheathed the weapon, baring the long, curved and single edged blade to the eye. The cutting edge seemed sharper than most of the blades of swords Aram had seen, while the blunt part of the blade was decorated with flowing, decorative lines. The handle was wrapped in the blackest leader, and the pommel was shaped like the head of a woman. In response Aram whistled appreciatively, before groaning in disappointment when Leona sheathed the dagger and moved away from him.

“Exceptional work Gia.” Leona complimented the blonde, as she handed the dagger back to her. “I will tell Lady Grifoen about you, and I hope she agrees to have you assigned as a smith as well.” Leona told her, before her lips formed an impish smile. “But it might be hard, since the noble slut doesn't like competing for monstercocks with other sluts.”

“But we're leaving soon.” Leona stated in a more serious tone of voice. “So get cleaned up, put on some clothes and pack your things. Although I don't expect you two to stay clean for long.” she finished with another smile, before she went downstairs.

Both Aram and Gia did as they were told, cleaning up took a little longer than expected because Aram decided to fuck Gia's ass while they waited for the bath to fill, and once inside the bathtub they kissed, teased and fondled each other until the water grew cold, but when that was done, and they both got dressed, Aram started to pack his things.

Aram had spent the last couple of minutes going upstairs and downstairs to collect the tools he had crafted during his apprenticeship. And now, with his pack slung over his shoulders, he closed his bedroom behind him, and was about to go downstairs to the smithy when he spotted Brom sitting on the couch, while a bottle of dark red, almost black, wine and two classes stood on the table.

“Sit.” Brom said, and Aram took his pack off his shoulders and sat on his chair.

The dwarf sighed, and poured two glasses of wine, one he took for himself and the other he handed to Aram. “I know you're leaving, One-Eye told me about it last night before she fucked my brains out.” Brom shared with a wry grin, before taking a sip of wine. “I also know I've been a lousy master in since you started your apprenticeship under me, but you were one hell of an apprentice. I don't remember ever having to show you how to do something twice, but that might just be because I was drunk half the time, and your work would shame that of quite a few smiths here in Tharros.” Aram could swear that he saw the old dwarf mouthing “like that Scarpeti” before Brom took another sip of wine.

It was quiet for a while, and Aram had drank half a glass of the surprisingly sweet wine before Brom broke the silence. “And I'm sorry for making ya do all that work, and selling it as if it were my own work.” Brom sighed. “But I know that that isn't going to cut it, so here.” the dwarf said as he pulled a pouch of coins from his pocket, and tossed it at Aram, who snagged it from the air. “It's about half of the money I got from all your work, I want to return everything, but it will take some time.” he explained.

After finishing the rest of the wine, Aram opened the pouch and found it filled with silver coins and some copper pieces. After closing the pouch, and putting it in his pocket Aram shook his head. “You don't have to, Brom. All I want is that you treat your future apprentices better, I will just get back at you by becoming a famous smith that will put your work to shame.” said Aram with a determined look in his eyes.

A deep, booming laughter filled the living room as Brom approached Aram, and firmly shook his hand. “Gods damn it kid, I believe that you will! Now, get out of here this place is too good for the likes of you!” Aram smiled broadly, and got up from his chair, grabbed his pack and walked downstairs after bidding farewell to Brom one last time...