"You did what?!" Trysh'alia asked with a sharp gasp. Aro nodded and scratched the back of his head with embarrassed to what he had just admitted to the Elven companion.
"Goddess... Aro you must apologise to the poor woman. Leaving her in the middle of the night after having sex with her..." She was shaking her head as they walked, shimmering hair swishing from left to right as they passed a line of homes that towered over them. Trysh could feel the moisture of her excitement on her thighs, and how sodden her black panties had become as she strutted with the natural Elvish sway in her wide hips. Hips that now were exposed to the cool air of the evening thanks to the long slits on both sides of her pure white priestess robes. With the eyes of a great deal of Riverun citizens glued to her body, Trysh could not help but give them a playful wave and friendly smile; something that only resorted in erect cocks and flushed cheeks. As her eyes drifted up to the handsome young man, she felt her lips on her face and between her legs quiver, her erotic state of mind naturally wondered what it felt like to be filled with human sperm...The thought remained as they walked.
Aro kept quiet, and only sighed with a hint of worry as the ominous building at the end of the cobbled street fast approached. It was the largest building in town, except for the harbour house that Trysh would have set off toward soon...Much later than soon if her horny state of mind had anything to do with it. "Arabella's Armor's, Weaponsmith and Forger est: 1010..." Trysh muttered as the large sign stood proudly in the grassy ground beside the pathway.
Aro took a defeated huff and stepped forward, leaving her a few steps behind. He faced the door, wooden and splintery, yet steadfast. He balled his fist up on his exposed arm and bashed against the door with firm thuds.
The door swung open instantly.
Arabella stood with a moderately confused look for a moment, then her pretty, freckled face turned to a deep scowl as she recognised who was knocking.
Her hair was a deep auburn, short and styled into a wild bob cut. Her lips were plump, and eyes smoky grey. Her moderately sized bust seemed feeble in comparison to Trysh'alia, but her pear-shaped body was beautiful, and firm. What she lacked on the top she well made up for with her bottom half, with hips wide and ass large, and long legs clad in tight leathers which Aro knew had taken her multiple attempts to get over that perfectly chiselled rump she had.
Trysh watched as Arabella stepped forward, flexed her impressive muscles angrily, and without much of a warning she gave Aro a firm backhand across the cheek. The elf winced, and immediately went up to the hero who saved her life hours before, concerned as Ara seethed through gritted teeth.
"You fucking asshole! You've got a lot of nerve to come waltzing back up to my home at dinner time with the way you fucking left me!" Even though her voice spat with anger, Trysh had spoken to hundreds of people in the past, she knew that this Arabella was desperate to hide the joy in her voice.
Trysh could see how Aro was attracted to her, the muscles on her arms were well defined, and the tight maroon vest clung to her body to show the small lumps of her abs. Far more muscular than she, but Ara clearly worked hard at the forge. "You fucking show up out of fucking nowhere with an elf bimbo because you're too broke to afford a room to fuck her in! I run a forge Aro, not a brothel." The beats came in hard and fast as Aro desperately tried to block them, yet the smacks came over his head and shoulders, in different speeds and directions.
He eventually managed to shift his body to the side and reach up and grasp her wrist. "You are so damn lucky I don't return your sword point fucking first." Her eyes locked onto his, her chest swelling up and pushing back with her heavy breaths. Aro gazed at her ash grey eyes apologetically, and released her wrist from his firm hold. She huffed hard, shaking her head and resolutely placed her hands on her impressively wide hips.
"You really live up to that red hair huh?" Aro softly rubbed the sore parts of his body, turning his head to look back over his shoulder at Trysh, who sheepishly smiled at him, then awkwardly at Arabella. "And she's no whore. She's a follower of the Temple of Vernande, can't you tell by the robes or are you too busy paying all your attention to your favourite customer?" Aro stepped aside to allow Ara to get a better look at Trysh. She quickly gave the elf the once over, seeing as her thick thighs poke out between the slits of your robes.
"Good evening Arabella, I'm Trysh'alia. Umm, I hired him actually..." She gracefully glided forward with her small hand extended for a shake. Ara looked the elf up and down and took it for a soft, feminine shake.
"Aro always liked Elves with giant tits." She shot her client an accusing glace, while Trysh blushed and softly rubbed her thighs together. "Come on in. I have a stew going. Um? Now why should I exactly let you in Aro?" Before Aro could follow his stacked client into Arabella's home, the fiery woman flexed her arm and pressed it against the doorframe, cocking a brow and an accusing pout. "You gotta make it up to me."
"What do you want me to do for you? Last time you asked me something like that it was under a very different context Ara..." The womanising wink and smile followed; that familiar look that Ara always fell for, even when they were young. She had always desired him, but unlike most women, that dumb look on his face either led to a punch to the jaw or a cute, out of character swoon. Both, Aro was sure, meant the same thing.
Ara responded with the latter, rolling her eyes and trying to hold back the flirty grin. She turned and allowed him in, shutting the door behind him. Trysh was standing in the centre of Ara's home. One table small enough to fit three or four people, a fire pit that burned chunks of wood up into a built-in chimney. But all around the floor were vastly different works of steel and iron, sheathed weapons beside many pieces of skimpy armours. Trysh gave a bashful look to Aro who now stood beside her.
"Bikini armour is all the rage with young women these days. I dunno who started it but I'm good at making armour sexy, so more gold for me I guess, there's more in the shop if you're intrigued." Trysh'alia scoffed cutely, and scanned the room until she met with an iron door with the words "FORGE" etched into the metal. The elf shrugged, and made her way to the door.
"I shall, I must say the latest fashions does interest me, even if it's so...raunchy." She gave the only man in the room a shy look before moving into the forge.
"Are you hungry? I always make more stew for lunch the next day but I think I can manage two servings...Otherwise...I have other things you can snack on to tide you over Aro." With her back facing him, she looked over her shoulder at him and gave a teasing look with squinting eyes. Softly she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her hips sway and her firm ass to look even more appealing under those skin-tight leather leggings.
Aro chuckled, moving to approach Arabella. Swiftly he unclipped his pack from his belt and let it fall to the floor with a dense thud. He wrapped her arms around her wide hips, and nuzzled her neck before moving his hands up her body, fingers tracing over her tight abs. She leaned back into him, letting go of the wooden spoon she was stirring the meat stew with and basked in the feeling of his rough, manly hands on her body.
A soft kiss pressed on her jaw, which made her grin and bite her bottom lip. His growing bulge had started to press hard against her firm, peach of an ass. "I'll make you feel really good before dinner. Then if you've forgiven little old me...Maybe tonight we could..."
"Shh....You know you already have me baby..." She mewed softly, twisting her head as Aro went in for another kiss. She pushed her lips against his, all while she fumbled with the string that tied in a criss cross over her crotch, securing her leggings in place. After the soft kiss she quickly spun and pressed her body onto him, flicking her wild hair back away from her eyes as she looked into his with a look of overwhelming affection.
She loved him with all her heart. She had given her body to him over and over since they first started to discover the wonders of sex; she was certain he knew all about it, how she wanted to be his wife, to bear his children. But alas she also knew she wasn't the one for him, his love awaited somewhere...And the sinking thought that she was in fact in her forge made her sad. But that was the future, now all she wanted was him.
She pressed her hands against his armour covered shoulders, and pushed down on them, guiding the love of her life to his knees. He grinned up at her as she pulled the tight leggings from her hips down lower and lower with hard pushes; her ass jiggled and firmly bounced as she shifted her weight from left to right to get the leggings down low enough for him to be greeted by her bare pussy.
Trysh, thinking that the two humans needed some time alone, had started to look around the forge with little interest in anything within. In truth she had little care for this whorish clothing, if she could even call it that; she thought it rude to tell her what she really thought of them to Aro's attractive friend. But even then, when she looked upon a small golden bikini top, with long thin chains of silver connecting to thin looking metal underwear that protected little to nothing other than the female sex and breasts. It made her raging libido grow, wondering if Aro would like to peel all that metal from her body instead of that fit blacksmith.
