Thoughts of Cadwarra, the love of his life mere hours ago, had disappeared from his mind. Though the early fall day was chilly, Kivan felt the heat of the forge as soon as he opened the door. She tried to ignore the lovely feeling she felt when he was so close. Amber remembered a few of the things Cadwarra had told her about Papa on last night’s walk home. “So, you are about to trod a new path in life, are you, Young Man?” The Old Druidess seemed intrigued. In the awkward silence, Kivan decided to bow respectfully. In reality, he had learned a fraction of what a Squire would need to know. “You need to keep the armour buffed” she explained with returned self-confidence. Her leggings, made of a light material, did little to hide the round shape of her firm buttocks. She seemed proud to be left in charge. “How often is it like this, all…all big and hard” Zanhass asked. It felt good. Cadwarra, when asked about it before bed, had artfully sidestepped the question. His skin was slick with sweat. Whatever the reason, she liked holding it. He suddenly imagined how it would feel gripping his penis the way Jenna had done earlier that morning.
