Like the horny teen boy he was he assumed Zanhass wanted to fuck as much as he did. They were now heavy with milk and had started to ache. “Baby, you’re so wet this morning!” the male told his High Elf lover on the other side of the wall. Though the early fall day was chilly, Kivan felt the heat of the forge as soon as he opened the door. It felt very nice. The bellows was similar to the hand-held devices he often used to get a fire going in a Lord’s chamber but this one was gigantic. She had pumped those bellows harder, ensuring her tits really shook for him to watch. He reached over to the coal scuttle lying nearby, half full of charcoal. Still topless, she hugged Kivan. They stood there, holding each other, both nude while she sobbed raggedly. Selfishly, he moved his pelvis back then forward tentatively, maybe half an inch. Impatient to have Kivan closer, she fixed the problem of the interfering penis by swinging it up then moving an inch or two forward so the entire hard thickness of it lay across her lower stomach, big and long. The staff glowed and crackled magically as she swung it casually through the air and Kivan realized he had just stopped a most venerable Druid from
