The problem was Trelly had not been sure what happened after the boy got hard. A passing woman, quite elderly, was kind enough to stop when Kivan bowed politely and asked for directions to the forge. Zanhass looked like she was finally enjoying it. Its tail curled threateningly. “…But, we don’t have to do that” he hastily assured her. Zanhass looked like she was finally enjoying it. “No” she coached him “you need to bring the hammer straight down so it hits the plate flat…like this.” She brought the hammer straight down with a loud blang! and handed the hammer back to Kivan. Zanhass simply stared into his lovely eyes, thrilled to feel his hands playing with her tits. He moved forward willingly. It’s just that he was never the great Gnollish leader he was before he got clobbered. Her bare breasts sat there for him to see. If it wasn’t so dangerous to do so in the dark and dangerous Down Below she could have opened up her leather tunic to milk her breasts right there until they were no longer swollen. There was an exhilaration in the freedom his absence gave her.
