The Jade Manor ~ Chapter 2

Chapter Two
The Alchemist

Colton sits upon a stubby stool facing Roe. She's in a simple robe, which wasn't much different from her usual attire, with fresh bandages wrapped around her right arm. In her left hand she holds an opaque bottle with foreign writing scribbled on it, the strong scent of booze wafting from the neck. The smell stings Colton's nostrils, making him feel lightheaded, yet the Samurai doesn't seem to be bothered by it, drinking it like water without so much as a glaze over her blue eye. Her sword lay propped against her ample thigh, at the ready should she need to draw it.

Colton is leaned forward, his left arm outstretched, a paintbrush in his hand. In his right is a small pot of blue paint, the same color as the sky above. Roe eyes him down as the paintbrush swishes across her porcelain skin, carefully drawing on the markings she wears. Colton had no idea what these markings meant, but he was careful to get each one perfectly drawn as he had every morning for the passed week. He'd grown comfortable around Roe's body, which she insisted on pressing against him every night as they slept. She swore she couldn't sleep without a bed mate and Colton, of course, didn't argue, enjoying the woman's warm company.

Roe leans back slightly, using the bottle clutched in her hand to open her robes, displaying her body to the smith without a second thought. Colton couldn't help but pause as her large breasts came into view, his heart skipping a beat. It felt as if he were blessed by the Gods themselves, being allowed to gaze upon her body as if it were a work of art, which it very much was in Colton's eyes. He took a moment to compose himself before getting to work on her chest. He drew a crescent moon just above her ample cleavage and etched intricate designs along each of her ribs. Finally he drew a character foreign to him on her left hip, right where her blade normally hung. Roe told him it meant "Samurai" in her native tongue, the language of Yami. The same language that labelled her bottle of booze.

The smith gives a small nod, managing to tear his gaze away from her breasts to look up at her face. Roe sets her bottle down and turns away from Colton, staying seated. She slides the jade robe from her shoulders and lets it drop to the ground behind her, revealing her back. Colton took a moment to admire her muscular form, gulping down nerves as he felt himself growing excited. He had already spent some intimate moments with Roe this morning, it was one of the first things they did everyday, but if she wished to spend the entire day in bed with him, he'd gladly accept. Roe looked over her shoulder at him and he quickly got back to work, drawing more foreign characters along her spine. These she refused to translate for him, but they seemed important to her, so he made sure to draw them perfectly even if she would never see them. 

The Samurai rises to her feet. She turns to him, her soft hand stroking his face as her lips press to his opposite cheek, leaving a lip shaped splatter of booze upon his flesh. Colton could feel the booze tingling, almost stinging, on his skin and wondered how Roe could possibly drink it and feel none of its effects. As he pondered such things, the Samurai made her way to the bathroom to finish getting dressed and, with a heavy sigh, Colton hopped up and rushed over to the Manor's kitchen to begin his day as the Chef. 

He wasn't the most talented in the kitchen, in fact most of his dishes were the same ingredients in a different shape. The people of the manor ate a lot of beef as their fiefdom were farmers that raised cattle by the hundreds and there were always plenty of people who opted to pay their tax in the form of food. Azura didn't mind being paid in food, she didn't use the money for much of anything anyways, and quite enjoyed a nice steak. She was easy to cook for, unlike the rest of the ladies that lived there, and was happy to eat an extra rare steak for every meal. Really, she wouldn't mind a raw steak so long as it was warm, but Colton was always too nervous to serve something like that, seeing how he was also the Manor's doctor.

So, he got to work before the sun even threatened to break horizon, the stars above all that lit his walkway, as well as the lantern hanging on the other side of the closed gates. Colton paused, a frown on his face as he looked towards the flickering light behind the gates. There shouldn't have been one there. One of the first things Roe did when she took over as guard was get rid of all the lighting around, as well as inside the Manor courtyard. She said she could see perfectly fine, even when the moon was missing and clouds blotted out the stars, throwing the world into pitch black, and that she was the only person who needed to be able to see in those late hours, so there was no need to have lanterns.

But still, there was definitely a light throwing shadows across the lawn. A queasy feeling rose in Colton's gut as he stared at that light, knowing it could be nothing good. He glanced back at his home, which was now Roe's home as well. The Samurai would be out and about soon enough, but he wondered if she'd deal with anything before getting food. Whatever it was, they were still outside of the walls, which was good, but just how patient was this visitor. With a heavy sigh, Colton tucks his chin to his chest, raising his shoulders as he walks quickly to the manor, doing his best to ignore any other strange happening that morning.

True to his skill, Colton made a simple breakfast of steak, eggs, toast, and jam. After spending the better part of two hours making up a breakfast for six whiny noble ladies, Azura, Roe, and himself, Colton brings the platters of food out into the large dining room, the long table barely populated. He drops the food off for the women and turns to join Roe at the servant's end of the table, stopping in his tracks. There was the Samurai, now fully dressed as she finishes that bottle of strong liquor. Her simple eye-patch had been replaced with the more ornate one and her bathroom robe replaced with her fine silk 'Kimono' as she called it. Long baggy pants with a flowy top that was always opened, displaying her cleavage and bandaged abs to the world. This wasn't what made Colton pause, however.

Seeing Roe sitting in the servant's area was nothing new, as she tended to sit there anyway, despite the fact she was supposed to sit beside Azura as the Manor's only form of protection. What surprised Colton was the new face beside Roe.

She was a slender woman with the rounded features of a foreign land. Her skin was a caramel brown, with bright hazel eyes to match. On her forehead, strapped tightly around her skull was a pair of goggles, the lenses thick. Her lips are plush and painted gold, a quartet of her straight white teeth visible as she chews on her bottom lip, filled with nerves. Her fingers are long, drumming quickly against the table as her large eyes dart around, analyzing her surroundings. Hanging from the back of her chair is a heavy looking bag which is larger than her entire torso. A large bamboo pole extends out of it, a freshly extinguished lantern dangling from the end. Her arms are covered in black ink.

"This is Mortelle Poudre," Roe says gesturing to the new woman. "She lives here now." Colton's eyebrows raise as he approaches, setting the platter of food down, relieved he made extra this morning. As he lowers himself into the set across from Roe and this 'Mortelle' woman, he sees that the ink on her arms are in another language, much like Roe's markings. Not the same language, of course, but it may as well have been as Colton had no idea what any of it said. The woman's large hazel eyes snap to Colton, wide on her face as she stares at him. Her plush golden lips move a mile a minute, no sound coming out as if casting a spell. Of course, living with Azura for most of his life, Colton knew the woman wasn't casting a spell on him.

"Most call me Elle, like the letter in your language," She says, a thick accent on her tongue. Roe reaches out, clumsily making a plate and beginning to eat, settling the mass amounts of booze in her belly with some hearty beef. "I am an al..." Her eyes snap to Roe, who's now focused on gnawing on a large hunk of steak rather than the pair's conversation. "A... a..." The woman's eyes snap around the dining room, searching for something. For what, Colton has no idea. "A Chef." She nods, agreeing with herself. "Yes, yes, I am a Chef, here to prepare fine cuisine for Lady Grimmsbane, bien." Colton frowns.

"Bien?" He asks. Her eyes snap back to him, wide as ever.

"Bien, bien. It means good where I am from." She explains with another nod, her movements quick, not nearly as quick as Roe, and twitchy. Her fingers fidget with one of the straps that hold her pants in place. They hold onto the waistband of her canvas pants, stretching up over her shoulders, down her back, and securing once more to the waist of her paints. A simple white shirt hugs her chest, stopping just above her navel. Her pants are large and baggy, pockets lining the beige legs. Her hair is secured is a messy bun, dark brown to match her eyes. She blinks several times. "I am from Accueil, a place of art, but I am a woman of science." She pauses. "The... the science of food of course." 

"Of course," Colton says quietly, in shock from the babbling of the shifty woman. She nods again, satisfied with herself, and begins eating. Colton stares at her for a moment before looking down the table, catching the eye of an amused Azura. A large smile is plastered on her plush lips as she carves into her extra rare slab of beef, eyes locked with Colton. Her eyebrows snap up and she chuckles, biting into her breakfast, the warm juices running down her chin. She quickly mops the mess up with a soft napkin, gazing around at her small gathering.

It's been quiet since most of the servants found their conscription letters, but not unbearable. All the female servants, maids for the most part, moved into the main manor to keep Lady Grimmsbane company and Colton was kept busy with his new load of chores. Roe's arrival the week before had stirred up some things and brought fresh excitement to the manor and it seemed this peculiar Elle would be doing the same. She seemed nervous to be surrounded by so many new faces, her eyes snapping around the room at deadly speeds with each passing moment. 

With bellies full and plates cleaned, Colton was tasked with showing Elle to her new quarters, so she can get comfortable before running off to make everyone lunch. The servant's quarters weren't as bad as they sounded. Each was a sizable house, a single bedroom and a large bath, with plenty of privacy from the outside world. The walls were insulated, keeping it warm in the oncoming Winter months as well as cool in the passing Summer. Colton's sits in the center, the largest of the five, the other four, which surround Colton's, are completely empty. To the left is the smallest home, set a little ways away from the rest, its yard quite large. 

Elle seems drawn to that one, moving over to it. Colton frees the keys from his belt, pulling one off of his jingling key chain and unlocking the dusty home. The woman heads in, lugging her bag behind her. She walks to the center of the room, setting her bag carefully down. After a few slight tweaks and adjustments to exactly how it sits, Elle pulls it open, an explosion of green powder quickly filling the house. Colton steps back, frightened, watching the smoke fill the room, filtering out of the open door. The sage green fades slowly, revealing the once empty home full of odd furniture. 

Large counters and tables line the walls, littered with glass vials and bubbling beakers. Small flames roast strange liquids, different mechanical contraptions doing all sorts of things foreign to Colton. Bookshelves dot the room, each one packed to the limit with large books, all of which weathered from hours of their pages being flipped. Plush carpets cover the wooden floors, candles of various degrees of melted scatter every and all surfaces possible. Elle stands in the center, her bag now completely empty, even the lantern missing as she tosses the bag carelessly away. She turns in a slow circle, admiring the work of her bag. The odd woman runs over and adjusts a wall tapestry before making her way back over to Colton.

He stands in slight shock, eyes blinking over and over again as his brain tries to process what had just happened. It looked... well it looked like magic! He notices a fine green dust spread all around the floor and upon the furniture, but that was nothing a simple dusting couldn't fix. It'd surely be much less work than setting the room up by hand. The woman stands beside him, fiddling with her suspenders, her slender hands squeezing and unsqueezing each one in turn, giving the fine leather a tug every so often. 

"Uh, ah, all set?" Colton asks, looking over at her, her eyes large and round as she stares down at the short man. She gives a single quick nod. The woman leans in the door and grabs something. As she straps it to her back, Colton gets a good view of the thing. It's a large wooden case, the outside well polished with golden accents carved into the sides. A solid handle rests on the top, a large buckle securing it shut. As Elle moves around, Colton can hear the gentle clinking of glass rattling against glass and the tingling of metal against metal. "Your cooking tools?" He asks, pointing to the case. She nods once more.

"Yes, cooking," She says. Colton nods, not wanting to ask too many questions, and turns towards the manor. Across the lawn, sat beside the pond just in front of the gate, is Roe on guard duty. Of course, Roe was always on guard duty, but for the hour after breakfast she would always sit in the same place and not move. This wouldn't be a problem, except when she did this her eye was always closed. With a small sigh, doing his best to trust the Samurai's judgement, Colton led Elle forward, heading into the kitchen.

It was quite a nice kitchen and especially warm as the outside world grew colder with the oncoming Winter. The counters were marbled with deep blue apatite, glossy purple garnet, and, of course, jade. Azura was a firm believer in the spiritual powers that gemstones carried and decorated the Manor as such. Colton couldn't quite remember everything she had taught him about such stones, as she had dumped an hour's worth of information upon him regarding the stones with each new job he was required to perform on the grounds. He did, however, remember Garnet, which was an eye catching shade of purple that almost looked like glass beside the other gems. Garnet gave the user a trio of things, as most gems did, but the most important one for a chef was passion. 

The few maids that still roamed the halls of the manor had come in after breakfast and quickly cleaned the kitchen, readying it for lunch. The stove was a peculiar device and Colton had no idea how it worked. Azura had told him at some point, but the information eluded him, much the same as the gemstones did. It was a large tan stone box with a stone door on the front. The top was smooth and always hot, the inside of the box even hotter. At the bottom of the box was a scattering of glowing rocks that never seemed to dim, a metal rack slotted in above that. A collection of pots and pants hang from various hooks were situated around the room, a drawer of knives in the center counter. 

Elle swings her wooden case around and sets it gently down on the counter. She flicks open the buckle holding it shut and opens the doors. A pair of shelves fold out, each one loaded with small vials of glowing liquid. Inside the case is an array of small tin containers, each labelled with something stranger than the last. Things like fire salts, bull horn, merr finn, and dragon's tear. Of course, each of these were labelled in Elle's native language, and indecipherable to Colton. He simply assumed they were spices and was instead interested in the various bottles. They clearly weren't sauce and seemed to cast their own light, splashing around in the cork sealed vials they were kept inside.

Colton, of course, didn't have time to stand around and question the odd woman. Even with guard duty and cooking lunch taken care of, his schedule was packed full. He had to manicure Azura's garden, making sure each and every strange plant she kept was healthy, as well as keep the lawn lush, green, and hydrated. Then he, now accompanied by Roe, had to run into town and collect the weekly taxes. This involved much more effort than it seemed, as many of the villagers offered items other than simple coin. Along with the aforementioned foodstuffs, they piled cloth, raw metals, firewood, and even sacks of fresh fertilizer upon a wagon. Unfortunately, the Jade Manor hadn't a donkey to pull this wagon, so it was up to Colton to lug it, along with the lazy Samurai who sat atop the pile of taxes, back up the hill to the Manor. Once this was done he was to deliver any messages to Azura, who would be lounging in her freshly kept garden most days. Then came fixing any and all broken items around the manor.

Now, you'd think, with a smith as the handyman, there wouldn't be many broken things for him to tend to. Unfortunately, Azura was quite the clumsy woman, as was Roe, and there was always broken things that demanded Colton's attention. Chairs, spinning wheels, lanterns, and even the brooms needed daily maintenance. How exactly the maids kept destroying the brooms was beyond Colton, but after the fourth or fifth time he needed to carve a fresh handle for one, he set to work replacing the wooden shafts with steel rods. In fact, much of the wooden furniture was slowly being replaced with shimmering steel, much to the  maid's chagrin who would have to polish them until the room was reflected in the metal. Such was the price of having a smith rather than a carpenter upkeep the manor.

By the time Colton finished fixing a straw head to the new broom handle, it was time for lunch. A little worried about what the supposed Chef Elle had whipped up, her made his way to the dining hall. He took the servants' entrance, which went through the kitchen. Azura didn't care what doors Colton used anymore, but he was so used to using the ones built for servants that he felt queasy when using the actual doors. The servants' entrances were all quite a bit smaller, which didn't make a difference to Colton height wise, but he found himself having to push one broad shoulder in before the other if he didn't want to ding his elbows on the frame. As he came into the kitchen, he noticed that none of the dishes were dirty, nor any of the counter tops, as if Elle hadn't actually cooked anything.

With a sinking feeling in his hungry gut, he walked into the dining room to find a surprising amount of food prepared, the room filled with savory scented steam. It wasn't just the hunks of beef and crudely cooked vegetables the residents of the manor had grown used to with Colton in the kitchen. Of course there was hefty portions of steak, one of which Azura had already placed before herself, but Elle had somehow managed to steam an array of fresh veggies, bake multiple loaves of bread, produce butter... somehow, and even prepare a large platter of cookies, small cakes, and other sweets. Three teapots, which Colton had always thought were decoration, were set on the table, each one steaming with a different kind of herbal tea. 

As Colton lowered into his usual seat, across from Roe, Elle quickly poured him a cup of hot tea, pushing a little bowl of sugar cubes close to him. He gave a small smile and nod of gratitude, dropping a few cubes into the hot drink. He picks up one of the many spoons set around his plate, but feels Elle's gentle hand on his wrist.

"Not that one,"She says quietly. her large hazel eyes staring into his. "The little one is for tea." Colton feels his ears grow warm, glancing quickly down the table at Azura, hoping his lack of etiquette didn't offend her. The Lady of the house didn't seem to notice, focused on inspecting a potato on the end of her fork. He wondered if she herself even knew which spoon was supposed to be used for tea, or what any of the extra utensils were for at all. 

"Sorry," Colton says quietly, a slight chuckle ringing from his throat as he corrects his spoon usage. He mixes his drink, enjoying the small smile on Elle's plush lips, feeling a little hypnotized by the woman. Her features were quite exotic to him. He had lived at the Manor for most of his life, the Master Blacksmith that used to reside here acting as an adoptive father to him. For the most part, Colton hadn't seen women from many other Kingdoms. Of course, he'd seen other noble people coming to visit Azura throughout the years, but only glimpses, their extravagant jewelry and over the top dressings distracting him from truly looking at them. 

There was something about Elle however, that truly made his heart skip a beat. She was unlike Azura, or even Roe, though he didn't believe many people were anything like Roe. Her skin was dark, like melted caramel, and looked almost velvet in the light of the flickering flames that lit the room. Her lips were quite pronounced, like two plush pillows, and so inviting to the eye. He especially enjoyed the way the corners curled when she smiled, her teeth so stark white in comparison to the rest of her face. Her eyebrows were almost drawn on with how perfectly shaped each one was over her almond eyes. Golden pen, matching her lips, outlines her eyes, making the beautiful hazel within really stand out.

Colton found himself so distracted staring into Elle's eyes that he didn't notice his drink slowly turn a bright pink. Nor did he notice the small flash of light as it quickly turned back to its original color as he withdrew the spoon. The smith tapped it gently against the rim of the cup, getting the last few drops from the end, before setting it aside and taking a sip. Elle's smile grew larger as she watched him, silently mouthing 'Bien' to herself.

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As the day dragged on, the blue sky above glowing brighter and brighter with the rising sun, Colton wandered around his forge with a sense of growing aimlessness. He had so much more free time with Roe and Elle around and simply didn't know what to do with himself. Right now he'd usually be doing his patrols around the grounds, but Roe had taken up that job... Well she really hadn't, but she was supposed to. No, the lazy Samurai would most likely be found sitting atop the manor, how she managed to get herself up there a mystery, staring at the rolling clouds as her lunch settled. It was how she spent most of the day, letting the booze and beef that she stuffed in her toned belly digest as she did next to nothing for hours on end. Of course, the need for a guard around here was really fairly minimal, so there wasn't much else to do for her, but still. She should at least check in on Lady Azura every so often.

Elle, on the other hand, wandered between the Servants' housing, seemingly looking for something. She peeked around corners and poked her head into the empty homes, as well as into Colton's home. Of course, when she looked into Colton's home, she would believe it was Roe's, wondering where exactly the Smith slept. Roe hadn't quite taken over his cozy living space, but she'd definitely left a mark upon it. Between the collection of booze bottles, both full and empty, and the various jars of paint. Not to mention the silky robes, or 'kimonos', that littered the floor as well as hung in the closet. Truly it would be tough to tell that Colton had ever set foot in there if you didn't know what to look for. After all, why wouldn't a Samurai decorate their walls with blades? 

Eventually she came across his forge, a small shed behind his house. In the center was a large basin of glowing coals, a slab of steel currently cooking upon them. A barrel of murky water, which Colton intended to clean one of these days, sat close by a large anvil. A pair of workbenches sat against the far wall, a chewed up training dummy tucked away in the corner. Crates upon crates of various raw materials are stacked up in the opposite corner. Colton himself leans against the anvil, a dirty rag in his hand as he polishes his beloved hammer, making it shine before dulling its polish almost immediately after his steel is ready to shape.

"Ah, I have found you," Her voice says, her thick accent like a chilling song as it reaches Colton's ears. His brows raise as he looks up to the smiling woman, her body a silhouette in the doorway. He feels his heart flutter, a smile coming to his lips as he places the rag and hammer down on the anvil behind him.

"You were looking for me?" He chuckles. Elle nods, moving forward, letting the tapestry that serves as a door swing shut, blocking the sun from the forge. The light of the burning coals grows brighter as their eyes adjust to the darkness, giving a warm glow over the pair. Elle holds a pen in one hand, a pad of parchment in the other as she approaches slowly. As she grows closer, Colton feels his mind growing hazy, his stomach rumbling gently as the belly full of tea keeps him warm. It was quite nice tea, after all, and Colton had drank 3 whole glasses before the meal was over, each one better than the last. 

"Will you... remove your clothes for me?" Her voice came. The sudden request didn't seem to jolt Colton's heart nearly as much as he felt it should. In fact, he didn't seem to even notice how strange it was for this woman, whom he'd met mere hours ago, to be asking him to undress for her. His hands moved on their own, pulling his shirt up and off as if it was nothing before working on the button of his pants. Elle's eyes ran over his body as she inhaled deeply, scribbling notes down. Her hand came to an abrupt stop as his pants fell around his ankles, revealing himself fully to her. The Smith had taken to life without underwear since meeting Roe, enjoying the freedom as his new friend often did. It felt nice not to be constrained within snug underwear any longer, letting his length swing free. 

Elle stared at him. Her eyes processing the sight of his muscular body, as well as the hefty uncut cock that swung between his thighs. She blinks, gulping as she lowers down, on one knee before him. She holds up her parchment, opposite wrist flicking lightly as she sketches on the paper. Colton watches her, his mind blank, the scent of that sweet tea he'd enjoyed so much filling his nose as if there was a fresh cup held beneath it. Colton smiles, staring down at the woman, her eyes lit with interest as she gazes at his thick cock.

"Have you never seen one before?" He asks, voice quiet, careful not to let it carry outside of the forge. Elle glances up, her large eyes quickly flicking back down as she gives a small shake of her head. Colton licks his lips, his cock twitching slightly at the sight of her beautiful face so close to him. "Then you don't know it gets bigger?" He asks coyly, his mind cloudy, as if he'd been drinking alongside his Samurai companion all day. His limbs felt light as he brazenly grabbed his cock, a firm yet gentle grip around the thick base. Elle leans back, her round rear end digging into the heel of her left foot as she knelt before him. 

"Bigger than this?" She breathes, marveling at the idea. Her tongue pushed between her lips, wetting them as she glances up at Colton. He was quite well endowed, and thicker than the slender woman's wrist. Of course, Colton was what's known in his Kingdom as 'a shower'. His member hung on display at an impressive length and more than impressive girth even when he wasn't aroused and when he did grow, it was only slightly. His cock grew ever so slightly thicker, only noticeable if it were in your hand or pushing down your throat as it did so, and an extra inch added to the end of his length. "Will you show me?" Elle whispers.

Not wanting to disappoint, the smith's hand began moving slowly down the length, lifting his cock as he did so. His fingers wrapped around the fat uncut head, pointing it directly at Elle's face as she watched in sheer amazement. Colton let out a long breath as his hand slid back, the head pushing out towards her as he dragged slowly back to the base of his cock. Leaning forward, the smith spat on the end of his cock, using his slow strokes to spread it over, the head glistening before her like a rare gem. Elle's large hazel eyes sparkle as she stares at it, watching it grow so slowly for her. His thumb rubs in a slow circle against the head, a quiet moan ringing in his throat.

"Will you let me?" Elle asks quietly, her voice barely a whisper. Colton releases his cock at her command, letting it fall between his legs, swinging heavily before her. She leans back slightly, avoiding getting hit in the face, before reaching up. She wraps her hands, needing both to handle the beast, around the base just as he had before, her long nails pressing ever so slightly into him. He feels her warm hands, much softer than his own, tensing as she squeezes tighter.

"Careful, careful," He says, a slight panic in his voice. "Be gentle, or you'll hurt me." Elle looks up, giving a slight nod as she relaxes her grip, letting it nestle between her palms. She spits on the head, doing her best to mimic the smith as she strokes up, along his length, feeling its full weight as she gets to the fat head, her upper arms flexing slightly as she holds it up. Colton reaches down, groping his heavy balls, giving them a firm squeeze as he moans for her, feeling her hot spit mix with his as it coats his cock.

She spits again, lubing her hands, making his cock glisten in the lights that the coal forge cast across their bodies. Elle's hands move slowly up and down the length, feeling it growing and throbbing for her as she does so. The head is inches from her lips, a bead of salty pre-cum drooling out, quickly getting mixed with their spit. Colton runs his fingers through her long hair, gently cradling the back of her head as he lets out a content sigh, feeling his body reacting to her hands. Elle pumps up and down that thick slab of meat, watching intently as it throbs for her, growing ever so slightly, the tip gently resting against her soft lips. Her hands slow to a stop, sliding down his length as she releases it. Elle steadies herself against his thighs, soft hands pressing into the as she stares at the juicy member.

"Would you like to taste it?" Colton whispers, biting his lip. Elle gulps, opening her mouth, lips brushing the fat head before closes them once more, looking up at Colton. She gives the smallest nod. "Open your mouth, let it melt on your tongue." She does as he instructs, opening her mouth, her eyes locked with his. Colton guides his cock forward, the girth brushing against her lips as he pushes himself into her mouth. He stops once the head disappears, not wanting the choke her, his dick resting on her hot tongue. Her breath coats him, enveloping him in an indescribable warmth, her soft painted lips sealed around the thick shaft. He wraps his hand firm around the base of his cock once more, beginning to stroke again.

Elle watches his hand moving closer until it gently touches hers lips before retreating. He strokes himself slowly, careful not to hit her nose as he does so, feeling his cock pulsing. She feels the shaft flexing in her mouth, a thick pre-cum leaking onto her tongue. She closes her eyes as she tastes the salty drink, taking a big gulp as she wants to feel it down her throat. Her tongue presses firmly to the underside of his cock, lapping against it as she drinks, lips tightening around him as she slurps more from him. Her hands return to his cock, stroking for him as she drinks the near steady-stream. A low moan escapes her throat, mouth vibrating all around Colton's fat cock, making his knees weak.

She bobs her head gently, smearing her golden lipstick against his skin, a large ring of the metallic color growing more and more visible as she tasted him. After what felt like an eternity, one which Colton never wanted to end, Elle plucked his cock from her hungry lips and looked up at him once more, a hunger in those beautiful hazel eyes. She was breathing heavy, her chocolate kiss nipples pressing into the soft material of her snug top, each one begging for attention. She runs a hand over her body, giving her right breast a small squeeze, her fingers toying with her sensitive body. 

"Will you," She whispers, raising to her feet, her tongue rolling out and licking her lips clean. She gulps away her nerves, biting her lip. "Will you show me how you use it?" Without waiting for an answer, Elle moves passed Colton to his Anvil. She looks back over her shoulder at him, pulling her suspenders off of her shoulders and undoing her pants. The baggy canvas material of her pants slide down slender brown legs, the silky material of her underwear inside of them. Colton's heart skips a beat as he gazes upon her gorgeous legs, bare to the world as she bends down, hands upon his anvil. Elle archs her back slightly, putting herself on display like a bitch in heat. Her eyes glint over her shoulder, inviting Colton forward. 

He moves closer, large hand reaching out and squeezing one of the doughy cheeks of her large round ass. His fingers sink into her soft flesh as he spreads it, looking at her tight virgin body. Her cunt glistens, aching for cock, the snug lips hidden away by soft unmanicured hair. Colton lifts himself up, aimed for her as he pushes forward. The thick uncut head presses between her legs, feeling her body pressing back into it. He rubs the fat head up and down her slit, lubing it the best he can with her drooling body. His hips move ever so gently until he feels himself push into her. Elle's entire body reacts, hands gripping the edge of his anvil, legs shaking, her chest thrusting forward as she lets out an involuntary,

"Nnnyuh!" She gasps, already panting. Her hips squirm from side to side as he feeds more into her cunt. He only pushes the first inch passed the head in, not wanting to hurt her, letting the woman feel his girth for the first time. Her body aches and stretches, trying to accommodate that beast of a cock. "Careful, careful," Elle whines, looking back at him. He smiles kindly, placing a hand on her hip. He slides it up slowly, following the curve of her ribs, his fingers slipping under the front of her shirt. His strong hand squeezes her breast, a sound of pure pleasure coming from her as she feels his hand. Colton leans in, laying a kiss on her soft lips. "Careful," She whispers again as their lips part. 

Colton gives a small nod, pushing slowly in. She inhales sharply, her back bending, pressing her chest into his hand as he gently massages her breast. Her cunt grips him so tight, her body stretching to fit him as she whines. Their foreheads press together as Colton presses more and more of himself inside her, halfway, three quarters, until... They moan in unison as his groin presses in her round ass. He kisses her, his hips moving in slow circles as he grinds against her, not pulling out just yet, feeling her moans ring down his throat as he toys with her tongue. He breaks the kiss, laying one right behind her ear, pressing his face into her neck.

"I'll be gentle," He promises, his arm sliding around her waist, hand resting on her stomach as he holds her against him. She lays her head back against his, panting as she stares at the ceiling. Elle licks her lips, still able to taste him, and closes her eyes. He pulls back slowly, no more than two inches, her thick ass tensing. Her legs begin to shake as he pushes back into her, his heavy balls swinging gently below. She feels his groin press into her again, and gasps, surprised as he pulls back immediately. Slow, gentle thrusts, each on eliciting a fresh batch of filthy noises from her, her entire weight resting back on him, her legs like jelly as he takes her from behind.

Colton rolls his hips so slowly, careful not to hurt her. Her cunt grips him like a vice, the pink lips not wanting, or simply unable, to release his cock as he pulls back. Goosebumps rise over Elle's body, running up her spine as she surrenders her body to him, unable to catch her breath for even a second. The scent of their lust for one another fills the small forge, mingling with the smoke of the coals, their bodies so warm against each other. Colton drags his tongue against her slender neck before gently biting into it. Elle lets out a long whine, head tilting away, pressing her neck into his teeth. Her body quivers all over as she cums for him, pussy squeezing his throbbing cock even tighter, pulling him in balls deep.

He groans against her neck, holding her tight in his arms, pushing forward. His groin squishing against her doughy ass, the caramel cheeks glistening with sweat against him as she loses control of herself. Colton cums deep inside her, his heavy balls tensing as he fires thick cream deep inside of Elle, absolutely flooding her body with the hot liquid. Her mouth hangs open, silent cries of passion escaping her, her entire mind going blank as she feels him filling her, like a primal animal being bred in the wild. Her body squeezing his throbbing cock, milking every last drop from him until there's nothing left. 

Colton releases her slowly, making sure she doesn't fall. Once he's sure she can support her own weight again, his hands slide to her hips and he pulls out slowly, as slowly as possible, watching her body trying to draw him back in. His cock falls free, her body unsure what to do with itself as her cunt gapes for him, hot seed drooling out of her, dripping into her panties on the ground between her legs. Colton lays a handful of gentle kisses on her neck before stepping away from her, panting for breath himself. Elle stands in place, shoulders waving from side to side as she drunkenly teeters. 

The smith gives a small chuck and helps the woman get dressed before dressing himself. He pulls Elle's arm over his shoulders, guiding her to her new home a few yards away. It seemed like he'd have to make dinner one last time.