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Introduction:

Just good old sex at work.

It was inevitable that Zanhass and Kivan would be caught in the act. They were two silly teens who foolishly trusted that no customer would walk in on them in the middle of affectious displays, notwithstanding that customers came in all the time looking for nails or horseshoes or fireplace tongs.

Kivan had gotten there early, out of breath from excitedly running all the way in anticipation of the sex he had been thinking about all night. He planneed to cum on her tits first thing since he had never done that to a girl before. He was pleased to find Zanhass was already firing up the forge, an hour ahead of her usual time.

He had brought her the present Lady Amber had gotten for him to give her. Zanhass had been delighted by the sweatbands. She had never owned anything from Clothspinner’s. Never dreamed she would. Kivan had to admit she looked so cute as she slipped the headband and wristbands on and beamed happily at him for his gift. She gave him a deservedly long kiss. Her body pressed close to him.

She lead him over to where she could lean back on the workbench. She pushed her leggings down and kicked them off her feet. Her legs parted in a clear invitation to celebrate Tunare. “Hurry...” she begged, urgently pulling his already full erection out. She pumped his dick twice as she aimed it. It felt so stiff and hot. He pushed it in and started thrusting.

His plans to cream all over her tits were forgotten as his orgasm caught them both by surprise and he emptied his sperm into her vagina.

She sighed in his arms after and kissed his cheek. Zanhass did not know how she had ever lived without the pleasure of Kivan moving inside her while he locked his lips on her mouth or fastened them onto her nipple. She only knew she needed him to fill something that she had never known was missing in her life. Trelly told her that by her observation couples in long term relationship soon stop having so much sex, but the desire Kivan and Zanhass had for each other remained undiminished. She had boasted so to Trelly.

As they cuddled, she remarked what a professional shave he had gotten that morning. Zanhass wasn’t jealous to learn that Lady Cadwarra had shaved her boyfriend, nor that she also had given him that nice new haircut. She was, however, quite jealous at how well Cadwarra had done the work.

She consoled herself that Lady Cadwarra could not teach smithing, and she ended the cuddling unexpectedly to resume Kivan’s lessons.

Kivan helped Zanhass prepare for the day. He hauled in the charcoal, glad that the Old Druidess did not appear and speak nebulously at him again.

When the forge was stoked and temperatures were rising inside the smithy Zanhass noticed Kivan’s second erection. She allowed him to couple with her again though the work should be started. She resigned herself to once again skipping lunch.

When the lovemaking was done, they worked to finish the mace Zanhass had started the day they met. Staying half naked, young tits just sitting there, sticking out, Zanhass explained to Kivan the steps to wrap the haft of the mace with griffin leather. It was then a simple matter to attach the head. With those breasts quivering freely as she worked, Kivan found it hard to focus on her explanations.

“Now...this is the important part” she told Kivan, not missing the fact that he was looking at her tits not at her face “we need to imbue the weapon with magic.”

Zanhass could not help from boasting as she prepared for the imbuing. “Not many know how to do this. Pa taught me just as his Pa taught him.”

She noticed Kivan was watching her breasts jiggle. Feeling Kivan ought to be paying better attention to what she was saying she asked pointedly “are you listening to me or just staring at my tits?” Despite her words, she liked him liking her tits.

Kivan could tell by Zanhass’s tone she was not especially annoyed but he still respectfully lifted his gaze to look her in the eye.

Seeing she now had her student’s full attention, Zanhass continued. “If you know how to do the imbuing properly, the mace is just that much more lethal. In addition to the weight of the swing; the magic itself will impart arcane damage with every strike to body or skull. It can really crack some bones!”

That may have been a bit bloodthirsty on Zanhass’s part, but Kivan understood the pride the Mossclean Family had in equipping the citizen’s of Qeynos with only the best weapons to defend their City and families.

Zanhass reached down under the workbench and pulled open a small drawer. Her breasts hung down and swung tantalizingly side to side. “The imbuing process requires imbuing material. Whenever a trapper, farmer or hunter comes across some, we are willing to pay premium prices. You can find the stuff anywhere, but not very frequently.”

Zanhass gently lifted an uprooted plant out of the drawer to show Kivan. “A woodsman brought this in last night. He was asking too much so I had to ‘gnome him down’ quite a bit. I still paid a ridiculous price for it, but I need to get this mace finished so Pa can deliver it when he gets back from fishing. Imbuing material has been scarce this season.”

Kivan leaned forward to look at the plant Zanhass had removed from the drawer. All that he saw was a very pretty flower. It glowed in the dim light of the forge.

“It’s a flower” Kivan said, puzzled.

“This one is” Zanhass answered. “Sometimes it’s a rock, or a root or even an old bone. If you ever find something glowing like this, bring it to me. We pay a lot for these things.”

The imbuing of the mace was complicated and Kivan could not help. As Zanhass worked, he stood behind her with his arms around her waist. He enjoyed being so near to her. He nibbled on the nape of her neck. He was content to hold her.

Likewise, Zanhass loved being in his arms, it made the work go by fast. She did not stop him from reaching up to fondle her bared breasts. He caressed them while she laboured. The way he alternated between squeezing her left breast then her right breast then her left once again made her giggle.

His fingers slid up to find her puffy nipples, curious to see how aroused he was making her. He was pleased to find they had already popped under his groping but had not yet reached full erection. He felt them grow tall and high as he explored further. They bent as his fingertips moved over them. “Just a few more minutes til I’m done” she promised him, wanting sex as much as he did “then we can deflower again.”

While he waited for her to finish the complicated work, his hands left her breasts and moved to caress other parts of her youthful figure. Not for the first time he marveled at how perfect her curves were.

His hands swept down her ribs onto her shapely hips. Not sure how he would be able to wait for the imbuing to be done, he pressed his erection hard against her cute butt. Zanhass took a deep breath and giggled, pushing her ass back into his crotch. He gripped her waist and pulled her closer. She giggled louder. Encouraged, he began to grind against her, promising himself he would stop well before he creamed his leggings.

“Kivan, don’t do that” she immediately chided him, fully aware he was masturbating on her ass “not without me. I want you to keep it hard so you can push it inside as soon as I am done here.” He obediently slowed his dry-humping but did not stop. His hands rose to cup her breasts again.

When she was finally done the imbuing, Zanhass set the mace down on the workbench next to the flower and turned around to face him. “The preparation is done” she explained. “Now we just need to leave the mace lying there and wait for the magic to transfer from the flower”

She stood there in front of him, not saying anything more, as if she was waiting. Her bare chest was flushed and she was breathing excitedly. He stared at her taut breasts, sitting there. She lifted her left tit and pushed its nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it. His tongue repeatedly flicked the nippletip. When she finally spoke her voice trembled in anticipation. “You can put it into me right here if you want.”

Kivan let her tit drop from his mouth and lifted his lips to hers. He kissed her hard. She kissed back equally hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

When they broke off the kiss, Zanhass confessed “I usually go do something else while the mace is imbuing, like make some nails or fix some armour...” Her voice trailed off.

Kivan knew Zanhass had no intentions of fixing any armour or making any nails. Two pairs of leggings slid wordlessly to the floor. They stepped out of them. Kivan was totally naked; Zanhass wore nothing but her Clothspinner sweatbands. They were soaking up the perspiration with impressive efficiency.

Kivan put it in. She was chock full of Kivan’s earlier ejaculations. He slid into her easily, pushing deep, past all the semen already in there. They made love for the third time that morning, right beside the mace and the imbuing material. They made love for a long time, moving slowly, enjoying each other’s touch, not cumming, giggling at silly things.

Zanhass always felt good when they screwed but this time, standing there beside the mace and flower, the pleasure was better than ever before. They touched, they hugged and they fucked, grinning as they moved for each other, back and forth.

Two silly kids, they were unaware of anything else around them, too involved in the merging of their young, sexually-maturing bodies to care about other things. At least they had thought to lock the front door this time.

One hundred feet away, in the neighbouring cottage, the Old Druidess was trying to get some much needed sleep. It was her day off and she had wanted to sleep in, particularly in view of the poor night she had had.

She had been up frequently, casting heal spells to address the arthritis her poor old cat was enduring. Instead of getting the desired sleep as morning wore on into the afternoon, she had woken repeatedly to the waves of divine magic washing over her from some nearby source. She knew what was happening. Someone nearby was celebrating Tunare. Repeatedly. The divine powers being generated by this merging of bodies was increasing each successive time those two particular people had sex.

The Old Druidess knew something important was happening. As happened in any village, Willow Wood had its share of adolescent girls just becoming aware of their sexual desires. Too afraid to allow a lusting, leering boy to explore their newly budding bodies out in the seclusion of the nearby woods, these girl habitually rubbed themselves alone at night while dreaming bravely of ‘tomorrow’ when they would invite the said boy to the privacy of the Oakmyst Forest to play with their titties and bury their cocks inside their untarnished pussies. Alone in their beds with their fantasies, they came quickly. Forgetting their brave plans to coax a boy into the woods, they fell asleep sated.

Such solo activity still honoured Tunare, of course. Small pulses of divine energy emanated from the maiden bedrooms of the girls as they desperately played with clitorises or pushed three fingers deep into their warmth. There was many a night the magic generated by these girls’ solo pleasures could be felt by the Old Druidess as she lay there in her cot and idly tried to guess whose daughter it was this time. That Trelly Greenleaf girl was usually the one doing all the diddling. How old was Trelly now? She was old enough for intimacies with a male partner. She needed a beau.

The Old Druidess would deal with Trelly’s self-satisfying activities later. She knew these current waves of divinity were not emanating from any frantic clit-rubbing of the Greenleaf daughter. Today, the magic the Old Druidess could feel was much more intense than that caused by a young woman’s auto-erotics. This was no girl working herself to climax in the privacy of her lonely bed. The divine magic that washed over the Old Druidess was much more powerful in magnitude and intensity; two special people were coupling. Repeatedly.

It was not just two people who had gotten together last night at the local Inn and decided to have sex while exhausted druids were trying to sleep. The two that were celebrating Tunare...for the third time that morning...were one of those unusual pairings. Once coupled in intimacy, they would send out divine magics through the crackling ether. The level of passion was such as to suggest this was two people who in some way were immensely pleasing the Goddess with their passionate lovemaking.

She suspected it was that Kivan Squire and the Mossclean daughter. That first time she had met Kivan; that day he had stopped her to ask directions, her staff had warmed suddenly in her hand, telling her that Tunare had an interest in that boy.

When she had been awakened in the early morning by the first bout of loving, the divine waves she felt were impressive but caused her no reaction except a happy thought that the youth of today knew how to honour Tunare. She rolled back over. She would deal with the phenomenon later, when she wasn’t so tired.

She might have drifted back to sleep but Kivan and Zanhass had made love a second time hardly a half hour after their first fuck. Her teacups began to rattle from the sexual power being generated.

The Old Druidess knew Miss Mossclean had achieved orgasm when the dishes stopped shaking. She told herself such a phenomenon was impressive, but need not shorten her sleep. Again, she would look into it when she was better rested. She had been able to fall back asleep.

But now the third bout of lovemaking had again woken her. She was so tired, but the level of magic permeating the air was starting to be of concern. She lay there, trying to make herself get up, thinking about her own first time with a man; thinking of the potent magic she had also made while celebrating Tunare. She had been as innocent as Zanhass, all those decades ago.

It was the day Sir Casimir Tonmerk had come to the Temple of Life to enlist the Druids in helping him defeat Fippy Darkpaw.

Of course, the Temple had helped. That Mossclean mace he had was better than any they might supply him with but he would also need wards to protect him from physical damage, wards against elemental spells that Fippy might cast and cures for Gnollish poisons dripping from raking claws. All this was easy to give to Sir Casimir but there was one more measure they needed to take to assure him victory; they would use a spell to increase his strength, his stamina and his agility. The spell, however, required a very special activity from a very special maiden...

The Old Druidess had not been the Old Druidess then; she was a young girl that everybody called Elsabethia, advancing well in her lessons but still with much to learn. Early in her studies, she had been told about how boys and girls needed to honour Tunare. She had gotten excited when the older girls told her that they had celebrated often. She had asked her teachers when she was also to celebrate Tunare. There were several among the young male Acolytes she wished to approach...

Fallora, the most senior of the Druidesses had disabused her of her hopes. “You are to remain a virgin for now, Elsabethia. Virginity is very powerful and there are those who serve Tunare by waiting, not doing.”

Two horny years she had waited, puzzling over that enigmatic statement. Two sexually frustrating years passed until that day came when they brought her to Sir Casimir. “This Knight needs inhuman strength and stamina for a battle today, Elsabethia. We can give him that strength but it requires pleasures from a virgin.” She had not quite understood but they merely turned to Tonmerk and told him “Ensure she cums. We’ll begin the necessary chants as you enter her.”

Tonmerk’s big Human cock hurt as he pushed it in, tearing her hymen. It was all very embarrassing to be doing that in public while several priestesses worked complex incantations. Many others encouraged her, coaxing her to please Sir Casimir by doing this with her hands or that with her thighs. “The magic is enhanced if you cum when he does” she was told.

Divine magic had soon glowed around Sir Casimir and Elsabethia. Elsabethia had felt her climax mounting as Casimir thrust and panted on top of her, his rock hard penis filling her, stretching and pushing her insides apart until she felt the incredible climax the other girls had assured her would happen if she chose an experienced partner.

Sir Casimir came, too. His prick poured pulses of semen into her as it twisted and spasmed in her pussy. It literally writhed like an angry python as even more sperm spurted from his erection in hot surging mounds of jizz. She would only understand much later in her career that at that very moment of mutual climax, the blessings of Tunare had flowed from Elsabethia’s womb past her torn virginity and through his penis into his core. Thanks to Elsabethia’s willing body, Sir Casimir was imbued with the inhuman strength he would need to best Fippy.

The ceremony finished, Sir Casimir Tonmerk had pulled out, sorry he was done fucking Tunare’s little virgin. The still naked Elsabethia had stared at his cock, glistening with fuckjuice, dripping with cum. It stood there still erect, like a spear held high. She was not the only female standing there looking at how beautiful it was. “Do it again” she had asked.

Sir Casimir was still kneeling above her thighs, grinning though he was so out of breath from the fucking that he could hardly speak. “I can” he answered the beautiful girl between panting breaths “but I have a duel to win. Just keep that snatch of yours wet, and I’ll be back tonight.”

He had dressed, then. He shoved his cock into his pants and his Mossclean mace into his belt and hurried to his appointment with glory. He disappeared around the corner.

Thanks to Elsabethis, his strength and stamina had allowed him to fight Fippy for hours, but the courage of the man and the spells of the Druids had not been enough. The victory was Fippy’s.

Priestess Fallora assured her that it was not her fault. “You did as much as could be done.” Elsabethia still felt she had failed. The decades had not diminished that guilt. Lying on her cot, she wondered if Zanhass would have given Sir Casimir the skills to best Fippy.

The Old Druidess pushed the painful thoughts of what might have been from her mind. She got up out of her comfortable bed. Exhausted or not, she would need to deal with Kivan and Zanhass and their irresponsible fucking.

This being their third union of the morning, the unharnessed waves of magic had risen to a concerning level. All sorts of mischief may result when amateurs’ young bodies combine to make magics beyond their ability to control. Control of such energies required an experienced Druid who could contain such divine energy and channel it in useful directions. She was the only Druid nearby.

The Old Druidess dressed quickly. She took a split second to ensure her cat was alright. She was surprised to see he had caught a mouse and was playing with it as energetically as when he was a kitten. It seemed the divine magic humming all around had healed him better than all the caring spells she had cast on him throughout the night.

Leaving her feline to enjoy his newfound youth, she opened her oak door. She always maintained magic wards on her cottage to guard against any magical attacks from mischievous Acolytes eager to prove themselves so very clever by playing tricks on senior Druids. It seemed her wards had also shielded the inside of her cottage from most of the effects of the nearby lovemaking. Undiminished outside her warded walls, the full power of the two lovers next door permeated the air throughout Willow Wood, almost humming.

Standing there on her stoop, the divine magic engulfed her. She stood there a moment, feeling the supernatural heat. It was not an unpleasant sensation. She felt thirty years younger.

Two housewives who were walking past stopped their gossiping long enough to bow respectfully to the Old Druidess, insensible to the magic filling the air. The Old Druidess returned their greeting as they walked on. She looked over at the smithy, its stone walls were glowing.

There was no further doubt it was the Mossclean daughter that was having a good fuck. That Kivan boy was very, very special. The few times Zanhass had diddled her maiden self she produced the usual small quantity of magic waves one might expect from a young girl but nothing remarkable. Now, with Kivan inside her, loving her, her sexual arousal and pleasure was producing impressively powerful waves of divine power.

The Old Druidess feared what Zanhass’s next orgasm would do. She hurried over to the smithy. The the door was locked. She cast an unlocking spell. She supposed she should have knocked but the smithy was supposedly open to the public and this was important. At least that was her excuse. She quickly cast another simple spell that would muffle small sounds such as the creaking of iron door hinges. Maybe it was a little dishonest to cast an invisible spell but she rationalized she was in the service of Tunare. She stepped silently into the smithy. She closed and relocked the door.

The two kids were copulating naked without shame in each other’s arms, completely insensible to the massive waves of magic that swirled around them. Kivan was obviously approaching climax.

The pretty little Mossclean daughter was taking all Kivan was driving into her. Her orgasm was also approaching. Her head was tilted back, her face twisted in ecstasy, her bare chest flushed red. Her moans were building into lusting gasps. Her puffy nipples stood rock hard on breasts that jiggled in rhythm to her lover’s hard pounding thrusts.

Long past the youthful times when she would have been interested in voyeuristic pleasures, the Old Druidess studied the two with a purely professional interest. She could see they were both quite new at being intimate. Mossclean’s daughter bumped her noggin into Kivan’s chin and muttered an embarrassed apology. Kivan raised his hand to push hair out of her eyes but instead accidentally batted her breast with the back of his hand. Instinctively stepping back in reaction, his dick slipped out of her.

It sprung straight up into the air, tall and turgid. It was quite large, especially for a Wood Elf penis. The Old Druidess had to admit it was a nice one, sticking up like that. Of course Tunare would ensure one of her ‘blessed ones’ would be...well...blessed.

Zanhass was not experienced enough to understand how lucky she was to have found such a beautiful cock. She just cared that her pleasuring had been interrupted. “It fell out!” she stated and reached down to aim it. Kivan pushed it back in and the fucking resumed enthusiastically.

The Old Druidess was impressed by the power of the sexually charged pulses of divine magic radiating from the naked, lusting bodies as the lovers’ orgasms neared. They definitely were the source of the significantly powerful magic filling Willow Wood. The Old Druidess feared the consequences of stopping the two lovers from completing their celebration, but she also had limited time to figure out how to limit the effects when Zanhass’s orgasm would literally explode.

She was most concerned to realize she did not fully understand what was happening; there was a secondary source of magic in the room, also generating significant waves of power.

Elsabethia glanced around, anxious to identify this other source before Zanhass came and disaster occurred. Her attention was soon drawn to the smell of charring wood. She realized the source of the smoke and the source of the secondary power were one and the same; the newly crafted mace lying on the workbench next to the two lovers. It seemed Zanhass and Kivan’s magic was not being irresponsibly loosed on the Village of Willow Wood afterall. It was being channeled into the mace which in turn was generating unusual levels of power. It glowed so hot it was burning into the wooden workbench top on which it sat.

The Old Druidess felt intense relief to see the potentially dangerous power of the two kids had been directed at the mace all along. Quite without assistance from her the mace was acting as a reservoir for all that magic. The waves that had awakened her were just the small fraction that had escaped being absorbed by the mace.

Crisis averted, the Old Druidess studied the weapon. She had had an interest in Mossclean Maces ever since Sir Casimir had stuck his into his belt as he thanked her for her service and confidently strode off to his destiny. She had encountered many Mosscleam maces since then, including the one she owned. The superb craftsmanship and the magical imbuing each mace received earned unequalled praise among the men who knew about such things. For herself, she could always tell a Mossclean Mace by the divine aura that emanated from it. Most weapons were imbued magically by its manufacturer but Mossclean maces had a uniqueness which put them above all others. She had made it her bisuiness to study the Mossclean maces. That was the reason she had purchased the cottage so near the Mossclean smithy.

The particular Mossclean mace now lying there on the workbench was the most unique Mossclean mace she had encountered so far. It was not just glowing with the modest amount of divine magic one usually saw in a weapon once it was imbued; the amount of energy emanating from this particular mace was threatening to start a fire. Despite the smoke and the obvious charring of the wood under the mace, the two loving teens had not even noticed what was happening; they were so wrapped up in each other.

The Old Druidess understood why the youngsters were oblivious to the fire hazard. A feedback loop had begun. The more they celebrated Tunare the more divine magic was produced. The more magic produced, the hornier they got and the more the magic that resulted. Tunare had them so intently focused on each other that they were unaware of anything but

the pleasure they were making. This would continue until Zanhass had her climax.

Feeling someone needed to prevent the mace from burning the whole smithy down, the Old Druidess at last announced her presence by dropping her invisible spell. Now understanding what was happening, she no longer feared what a delay in Zanhass’s orgasm would do.

Zanhass was the first to see that someone had entered the smithy and was standing there unabashedly watching them, as if appearing out of no where. It was the old neighbour that Pa had always told her to stay away from. “She’s a witch!” he often told her as he watched the Old Druidess walking back to her cottage. “She encourages young people to get...feelings. She claims Tunare wants them to.” He would never explain to Zanhass what those feelings were.

Zanhass pulled back from Kivan’s embrace. Kivan’s cock had again slipped out of Zanhass’s pussy. It stood up there between them as if proud to be showing everybody how hard Zanhass had made it.Kivan, surprised at her sudden loss of affection, attempted to pull her back onto his prick until he too saw the Old Druidess standing there.

“It’s alright, you two” the Old Druidess assured them. “I did not come in here to critique your technique in the loving arts. Go ahead and keep honouring Tunare.”

Seeing they were naturally reluctant to perform in front of someone she looked away, focusing on the very unique mace. “If you two would please finish I will make myself useful by putting your mace into an iron bucket. Pretend I am not here while I save your Father’s smithy from disaster.”

This was the first either of the lovers noticed the mace and the charring benchtop. Zanhass was quite distressed. Pa had kept his workspace spotless and the first time she was left alone to run things, she had allowed the top of the workbench to be burned. How was she to explain an inch deep hole? What if Pa guessed what she was doing that had so distracted her?

“Just let me deal with this, you two” the Old Druidess repeated as she wetted a leather rag and pushed the scalding hot mace into a handy iron bucket. There was no judging tone in her words. “Kivan, stop being such a prude in front of me. Do you think I have never seen two lovers have sex before? Finish up your amorous duties to your girlfriend as per Tunare’s wishes. I do regret I interrupted you while you were in the middle of things. It looked to me you were on the verge of giving your girlfriend a very powerful orgasm. Don’t leave her high and dry; get back to your task.”

Zanhass was hardly relieved by the Old Druidess’s words of encouraging support. “I wonder, M-Ma’am...if you would not watch us?”

“I’m not watching you” the Old Druidess responded, too busy with the overheated mace to worry about Zanhass’s modesty. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, you need to let Kivan finish. However you accomplished it, this mace is absorbing all the divine power you two are making. Whatever is happening, the process must be completed.”

It was Kivan that resumed. He was uncomfortable to have the Old Druidess in the room, but being a boy his desire to screw overcame his shyness. He slipped his cock back in and began the back and forth. Zanhass, still reluctant, allowed him to go ahead and soon felt her orgasm approaching, Old Witch or not being present.

The Old Druidess kept her back to them to give them a little privacy. She was aware of Kivan’s hips increasing in speed. Likewise, Zanhass’s moans of mounting pleasure were hard to ignore.

Again fully absorbed by their lust, they were no longer worried about the Old Druidess. Finished with the mace, the Old Druidess dispassionately watched the two lovers approach completion. Now in her venerable old age, she was thankfully no longer preoccupied with the female pleasures she had so loved in her wanton youth but she was glad Zanhass was enjoying herself. The poor dear had been so overprotected by her father all this time.

Zanhass’s orgasm was intense, the Old Druidess expected this would be so, seeing how the Goddess was clearly taking an interest in her. As Zanhass neared climax, Kivan kept up the speed of his wildly driving hips, pushing his pelvis hard into Zanhass. Zanhass closed her eyes in anticipation and felt her orgasm shake her.

Her climax was overtaken by a second, then a third. Seeing her cumming, Kivan grinned proudly and made several long hard drives, his cock sliding out then driving back in deep.

The sight of Zanhass cumming triggered his own orgasm. It took only three thrusts. Kivan stopped his penis going in and out. It was fully inside Zanhass, rammed in to the hilt. The flow of wafting jism began. Just as Sir Casimir’s cock had done all these years ago, Kivan’s throbbed and jerked wildly as it fed mountains of roiling thick cum into Zanhass’s vagina.

That was Tunare’s reward to him; making his cock buck and surge like that, giving him that pleasure in return for pleasuring Zanhass.

Zanhass leaned back as her long series of climaxes subsided, finally freed from the unbridled lust that had possessed her. She was full of sperm. Her knees felt week.

The Old Druidess was fully aware the kids were done, but she was giving all her attention to the mace, still in the bucket she held. “As I expected, the mace stopped glowing when you came.”

She reached to grab the weapon by her bare hand, already cool to the touch. “It is positively humming with magic” she said. She looked directly at Zanhass. “Have you ever had one of your maces absorb this much magic before?”

Zanhass was slowly coming to her senses after the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Still addled in her post-orgasmic state, she absent-mindedly reached for her workclothes as she answered in a distracted voice. “N-no, Madam. Never. Pa often says I have some kind of knack for imbuing our maces to a level more powerful than he could do, but one has never glowed like that one did...nor burnt our benchtop.”

Having recovered enough awareness to return to being quite embarrassed by her nakedness, Zanhass stepped into her leggings. Kivan could not help but watch Zanhass’s tits bounce adorably as she straightened to pull the leggings up over her cute derrière. She glanced over at Kivan, still liking him looking at her breasts when they jiggled. Though his eyes remained on her chest, he too was pulling on his clothes, despite that perfect cock still sticking out hard. She watched him tuck the erection inside as he laced up.

The Old Druidess did not look at Kivan and his handsome erection. His cock reminded her of Sir Casimir’s too much: staying erect even after ejaculation. She turned to Zanhass to give Kivan some privacy while he dressed.

Under the Old Witch’s scrutiny, Zanhass feared she was planning to tell Pa what she and Kivan were doing. She decided she should put her shirt on, as if that would change the Old Witch’s mind.

The Old Druidess was not planning on telling Denham Mossclean anything. She suspected gossip would soon enough go around and Zanhass’s secret boyfriend would no longer be secret. She suspected Master Mossclean would insist on a marriage.

The Old Druidess concurred with the need for a legal union between the two teenagers but that would be dealt with later. Currently, there were things about this newly created mace that needed attention. “You have obviously never before made love to a Tunare-blessed boy while imbuing a mace” she told Zanhass. Seeing that the comment puzzled Zanhass, the Old Druidess picked up the mace. She felt it vibrating in her grip. She handed it to Zanhass while addressing both kids. “It seems to me you both possess extraordinary powers. Apart, these powers do not manifest. Together, when you make love, when you celebrate Tunare, the divine power you generate is awesome.”

The Old Druidess picked up the flower from where it lay wilted on the workbench. It was drained of all its magic. “Had it not been for this flower, I fear whatever was containing this magic would have burst out catastrophically when you came. Instead of exploding in uncontrolled destruction, though, the flower focused it all into the mace. I’ve no idea what would have happened had the flower not been here.” She handed the mace to Zanhass, who was trying to follow what the Old Witch was saying. “What do you make of this mace, Zanhass?”

Zanhass gave up trying get her sleeveless t-shirt on. She knew Kivan liked her to be topless, anyway.

Her erect nipples had quietly shrank back into innies during conversation with the Old Witch but as she reached and took the mace she felt the shaft humming with such intensity that the handle vibrated in her hand. Her nipples rose and thickened, a direct result of her own sexual desire being imbued permanently within the mace. She felt a mad desire to have Kivan fuck her again.

Ignoring her reawakened need for Kivan, Zanhass took a practiced swing, the mace sweeping through the air in a wide arc. Having tested a hundred maces already in her young life, there was a grace in the way the topless girlsmith handled the mace so expertly. Tits swayed in sympathy to the motion, hard puffy nipples and all.

As the mace cut through the air, Zanhass expected the usual magical effects that emanated from all magically imbued Mossclean maces when you swung them. Normally, the air would snap and pop and a faint smell of burnt ozone would be detected.

This mace behaved far differently. Instead of that quiet crackle, pulsing blue cracks of lightning bolts shot from the mace head and ran down the shaft to engulf Zanhass’s entire arm nearly up her shoulder. Having not harmed Zanhass in any way, the lightning quieted down at the conclusion of the swing to the occasional spark which appeared randomly from the head of the mace and danced down the shaft to the griffin hide grip.

Zanhass tried a second swing, fascinated by the uniqueness of the weapon. Again, the lightning bolts appeared and danced about in a magnificent display of arcane power.

Zanhass tried to act like this was normal, though it most certainly was not. “We usually swing the hammer against an old helmet we keep for that purpose” she explained as she walked over to where a helm was sitting on top of a small cabinet. The helm bore the dents of many a test swing.

Without waiting for anybody’s permission to do so, Zanhass brought the mace down hard onto the helm, just as she would for any new mace that needed testing. There again came those sudden bolts of lightning. This time they ran up the mace and swirled around the old helm. A second lightning bolt appeared out of thin air and struck the helm, filling the dimly lit smithy in a flood of brightness it had never seen before.

A split second later the test helm exploded into myriad pieces. Molten fragments of helmet flew off in every direction. Had any fragment hit one of them, it would have caused severe injury. Instead, the fragments either fell to the ground or bounced off the walls harmlessly. The Old Druidess noted that such was to be expected from a Tunare-inspired weapon; it would not harm a friend but the fragments would have proven deadly to any enemies standing nearby.

If only Sir Casimir had had this mace, the Old Druidess lamented to herself. Despite that sad thought, her only comment was “you two need to keep celebrating Tunare. You need to make more of these....lots more.”

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