It turns out there IS a reason why girls in fantasy worlds wear that skimpy armour..
This was the day Marshall Vishra had scheduled to have the Mossclean Firm make “ceremonial armour” for Cadwarra and Amber. There was a sign on the door of the smithy advising the shop was closed that day for a “Private Appointment”
The young lads in the village knew of the whispers that asserted that that meant Zanhass would be having naked women in there getting their sexy armour fitted. Tales of this type of armour spoke of low cut, belly baring tops of chain or plate while even less armour below allowed plenty of leg and butt to be seen, all accented by accessories of leather garters, thigh high boots and daggers strapped to shapely calves. Even those young fellows could see that such armour would be totally useless in combat. It seemed to suit some other purpose. This gave credence to the boys’ suspicions that girls liked to show off their nude bodies. If only the girls would show off their nude bodies to them.
Two women, a Human and a Wood Elf, hardly noticed the four boys as they casually walked to the smithy and entered.
“Those must be Zanhass’s Sexy Armour Clients” one of the four guessed and added with an excited quaver in his voice “they’re going to get naked while she makes them their outfits.”
These Mossclean Clients were accompanied by a lad no older than the boys were. One of the boys suggested it must be a Squire. Another guessed it was the lucky guy that was kissing Zanhass. A third suggested it could be both. The rest sneered at such a stupid idea. “Both Squire and boyfriend?” one of the others scorned “what are the odds of that?”
The kid that had broached such a stupid thought shut up.
Cadwarra, Amber and Kivan stood in the smithy. To the frustration of the boys outside, the door had shut behind them, closing them off to the world of purportedly naked females behind that door.
“It doesn’t matter who that lucky ducky is” one of them announced of Kivan as they watched Zanhass discreetly pulling the window curtains closed. “Squire or boyfriend? Either way, he’s gonna see those females naked.”
His friends nodded adamant agreement but could only stand frustrated as they envied the Squire who would soon be seeing those beautiful women with no clothes on. Every boy, titillated at the thought of nude girls, had a rock hard prick.
Trelly Greenleaf wandered by wondering why her classmates were hanging around instead of heading to school. “What are you losers doing here when we are already late for the Philospohy lecture” she asked, pretending she didn’t care. “You being seniors now, you should be setting an example for the junior students.”
Every boy secretly entertained the dream of getting Trelly alone and asking her if she would follow him into the woods and go nude for him so he could see her tits. Of course, not one of them had the courage to actually venture such a scandalous proposal to Miss Greenleaf. She would surely run to her father in protest at them asking such a thing of her. Fearful of Master Greenleaf, they had made no such requests of Trelly.
Trelly could plainly see her school chums all had erections. This puzzled her since she had understood boys only got hard when they saw a naked girl and she saw no nakedness in the area. Deciding she would never figure out boys she merely asked “what are you clowns talking about, besides nothing?”
The four boys answered her question simultaneously -
“Homework
...“Archery
......“Fishing
.........“Jumberry Pastry Recipes”
Annoyed at the transparent lies of the silly boys, Trelly gave them a withering look. “Jumberry Pastry Recipes” she scoffed “alright, then, don’t tell me what you’re talking about...whatever.” She turned and strode away, angry the boys would not include her in their conversation and late for school anyway. The boys all looked at her cute bum.
Inside the smithy, Kivan stood a little behind Cadwarra and Amber, hoping Zanhass would like his Lady Paladin. Also in the room, but standing politely behind Zanhass was a tall handsome stranger about twenty years old, His function at this armour fitting seemed to have not yet been explained.
Amber noted with satisfaction how cute Zanhass looked wearing her Clothspinner headband. Amber had picked a good gift. She also realized she already knew Zanhass, despite her previous assertion to Kivan that she had never met her.
It was that disappointing gift her parents had gotten her last Frostfell; a suit of armour she would never need. Angry at her parents for giving her such a stupid present she had nonetheless climbed into the carriage and glared at the carriage floor all the way to wherever she was going to have this armour made. She had wondered if she could get any money for it at the Pawn Broker. She was still annoyed when the carriage stopped in front of whatever Blacksmith Papa had directed the driver to take her to.
She remembered how it had all been such a stupid waste of time. She would have rather been at Arleena’s New Year’s Party. There was a boy she rather fancied and Arleena had promised to invite him. Instead of feeling the nice penis of a handsome upperclassman repeatedly penetrating her she had instead spent several tedious hours being measured up for a bunch of metal. The pretty female armourer had spent way too long making the careful adjustments to her suit so that it fit right, as if she would ever need the armour, anyway. It had all been so annoying.
Amber now realized that that pretty armourer whose name she had not even bothered to learn was Kivan’s present girlfriend. This was awkward. She tried to think back to that day and hoped she had not been too rude to Miss Mossclean.
Zanhass also remembered the day she had worked on Lady Amber’s real armour, not this silly decorative stuff designed to cover as little as possible. She usually enjoyed making the actual protective armour for her customers knowing she was doing her part to defend Qeynos. With Lady Amber, however, it had not been much fun.
She recalled that Lady Amber had breezed in and demanded this should not take long. Zanhass had done as good a job as anyone on the suit of armour, but Lady Amber had not been impressed. She did nothing but complain that she preferred a Clothspinner dress in lieu of this waste of steel. Zanhass took professional insult from the sullen Vishra Daughter’s unappreciative attitude.
Zanhass also was not pleased to know that Amber had sucked on her boyfriend’s cock, even if it had been only the once. She took some comfort to see that despite being two years older than Zanhass, Lady Amber’s breasts were smaller. She could at least compete successfully in physical comparisons with Lady Amber’s smallish tits. Zanhass was sure Amber was not Kivan’s type in any other way as well; Amber was a little full of herself, as most Ladies were wont to be with the “hired help”.
Zanhass was more interested in getting the measure of Lady Cadwarra. Kivan had confessed to Zanhass his mishap with the oysters. Now that she had met Lady Cadwarra she could see why she had turned Kivan’s head. Lady Cadwarra was beautiful and had a very lovely figure.
Zanhass had been getting rather jealous that Kivan was going back to sleep at Lady Cadwarra’s apartments every night. Trelly had told her tales of servants being required to spend time in their Ladies’ beds and Zanhass was not happy to think of Kivan snoring away with his head on another woman’s breast. Now that she was meeting Lady Cadwarra, she could observe uncomfortably that Lady Cadwarra certainly had a lot of breast to make a pillow for Kivan to doze on top of all night, should Lady Cadwarra insist he do so.
Thus, Zanhass’s concerns were for the attraction Kivan might feel for the very pretty Paladin that was now standing in her father’s smithy, not the rather rude Lady Amber. Kivan had assured her that her figure was as lovely as Lady Cadwarra’s but she determined that she would give Kivan lots of copulating just in case. He would not need to look at Cadwarra as long as she kept him fully satisfied.
Putting all that aside, Zanhass bowed politely to the two Ladies. They were her customers, after all. As the senior of the two ladies in rank and age, Zanhass addressed Viscountess Cadwarra first, forgetting her concerns of any unresolved rivalry. “Welcome to our shop, M’Lady. I am looking forward to making you and Lady Amber your ceremonial armour.”
“We are very excited about the project” Cadwarra answered, genuinely looking forward to the process. “Lord Vishra tells me you did Lady Amber’s fighting armour. My compliments. That armour truly did good service when we ventured out into Antonica and unfortunately ran into some nasty Gnolls out there.”
Zanhass’s ears pricked up at mention of that incident. Like any village girl, she was keen to hear of exciting adventures beyond the village gates. “All of Willow Wood was talking for days about that battle you two fought, Lady Cadwarra. I heard you killed two hundred Gnolls before they gave up and ran away. Thanks to you there seems to have been little trouble from them since! ”
Lady Amber beamed proudly to hear of such exaggerations being lauded by the average citizen concerning their adventures. Cadwarra was more honest. “It was less than two dozen, Miss Zanhass. And there were three of us. Without Lady Amber and her cousin, Lord Diamander, we would not have escaped that ambush. I assure you, though, it truly felt like a couple hundred Gnolls.”
“Well, that still sounds impressive, even so. I am glad you were all unhurt.”
Amber spoke up, feeling a sincere need to make amends for her rudeness so many months ago. “It was the Lady Cadwarra that got us out of that pickle, but I feel a duty to also thank you for the armour you made for me. It protected me well that day.” She gave Zanhass a perfect curtsy in acknowledgement of the workmanship.
Amber’s belated acknowledgement of the quality of Mossclean armour went a long way to healing the reserved feelings Zanhass was harbouring toward the Vishra Daughter. “I am so glad it served you well” she responded truthfully.
Zanhass’s jealousy had disappeared by now. It was very hard to dislike Lady Cadwarra and Lady Amber’s apology seemed heartfelt. Feeling more at ease, she took a step back and turned to indicate the heretofore silent man waiting patiently behind her. Both Amber and Cadwarra were finding him quite handsome.
“This is Leathersmith Apprentice Ockham of Clothspinner & Company” Zanhass introduced. “He will be assisting us in designing and fabricating the leather portions of your armour...” Zanhass then added a little tentatively “...if you are comfortable with his services.”
Zanhass paused, hoping Lady Cadwarra would object strenuously to a male being present at the measuring and fitting. Ockham was not the Leathersmith that Clothspinner’s usually sent out to assist in the making of the rather scanty ceremonial armour. The usual Leathersmith was Antonina. She was a very creative woman who did any leatherwork for the Mossclean Firm more complex than braiding a mace handle. Today, to Zanhass’s dismay, a male leatherworker had knocked on the door and announced Leathersmith Antonina was unavailable but he was pleased to be of assistance.
Maybe if they were making conventional armour, a man being present would be tolerable, but the ceremonial armour involved a lot of exposed female flesh. Pa had always insisted only females be present when Zanhass did the risqué ceremonial stuff. “Some men do not understand that the obscene nature of ceremonial armour is not for their eyes” her father had explained to Zanhass long ago. “Because of their primitive urges, men are barred from the smithy while you have female clients to equip.” He himself was most reticent to help dress a naked Lady, finding the possibility too high that he would accidentally touch a womanly body and feel the smooth warm skin of a nude female.
The validity of her Father’s concerns was obvious: there was a competition among wealthy powerful lords to show off the bodies of wives and mistresses. Most of the women enjoyed it, too. The ceremonial armour was fitted to show a swell of breast, a swing off the hip and a flash of a thigh. The lightweight metals employed shone and sparkled but were useless in actual combat; all the Lady’s vital parts being deliberately left exposed to the appreciative eyes of the male Nobility. It was all costume and never meant to be worn in melée.
For that reason, Zanhass always looked after the female armoring, even the non-ceremonial stuff. No men were allowed in the closed shop during the work, not even Pa.
Zanhass waited for Lady Cadwarra’s response to the news that Apprentice Ockham would be there. Surely Lady Cadwarra was going to object to a man seeing her naked and Zanhass would have the excuse to do all this on a day when Miss Antonina was available.
“Hello, Apprentice Ockham” Lady Cadwarra instead replied and smiled at him. She showed no concern at the prospect of a male seeing her unclad.
Disappointed by Lady Cadwarra’s lack of discomfort, Zanhass decided to deal with her second concern. She did not like the idea of her boyfriend seeing other women’s nakednesses. She had already thought of a clever solution. “Perhaps your Squire would be comfortable waiting for us in the tavern, Lady Cadwarra. By the pleasant fire. We will only be eight or nine hours...” She felt quite odd being so formal when she mentioned her beau as ‘your Squire’ but she did not want Lady Cadwarra to suspect Kivan was secretly deflowering with her and make righteous protest to her father.
Cadwarra was puzzled at the suggestion that ‘her Squire’ should spend the entire day in a pub. “Eight hours of drinking?” Lady Cadwarra was concerned. “Poor Kivan wouldn’t be able to walk home.”
Amber was more able to understand the true concerns of Kivan’s pretty Blacksmith. She took a step forward. “Please do not worry, Miss Zanhass. Squire Kivan has already seen us naked and will surely see us so again every time he helps us don our armour. He has always been most professional and I am sure we won’t give him an erection.”
Amber seemed to not notice how embarrassed Zanhass was to have someone talk about her boyfriend’s sexual arousal so frankly. “Of course” Amber continued “if he does get hard, we will certainly rely on you to take care of it. Squire Kivan has already confessed to me that he has found you very good at addressing his male...situations.” Remembering how much she had enjoyed sucking and kissing Kivan’s beautiful cock in Mama’s dining room, Amber then added under her breath “...you lucky girl.”
Rather than be reassured by Lady Amber’s acknowledgement of her ownership of Kivan, Zanhass blushed to learn so many people knew that she and Kivan were copulating. Everybody in the room was now fully aware of her not-so-secret romance and that it included activities of a physical nature.
Leathersmith Ockham, heretofore silent, stepped forward to kindly distract attention from Zanhass’s embarrassment. “I trust you Ladies know you have my assurances I too will be as professional as your Squire. I shall avert my eyes when you are undressed. I am sure things will be fine.”
Amber replied to the handsome Apprentice on behalf of both her and Cadwarra. “Oh...trust me, good Apprentice Ockham, we think your presence here will indeed be fine.” She swept her appreciating eyes up and down Ockham’s trim, tall, masculine body and breathed in a tone that betrayed her sexual arousal as she appraised his figure “indeed...very...fine......Good Ockham.”
Cadwarra decided to ignore Amber’s double-entendre. She marveled that that girl was still horny despite Lord Marshford having visited her the previous night. Cadwarra, Amber and Samandra had been chatting over the last of a bottle of excellent wine. Cadwarra and Samandra had just finished comparing their ‘experiences’ with Uncle Triander. Both had just agreed Lord Triander had a very nice cock. That was when the magic door had obligingly opened for Marshford with a loud creak to announce his admittance.
The Earl had gratefully accepted the last glassful from the wine bottle while Cadwarra wondered exactly who besides Baltazar was that Magic door going to keep out?
All had made trivial chitchat with the Earl for as long as it took to be polite. Everyone knew why Marshford was there. “If you will excuse Lady Amber and I” he at last said to his hostess “I believe I would like some time with her in private.”
It was still twenty days to Amber’s birthday when she could legally become an actual, contractual mistress but Amber was months past the age of consent and had not objected to Lord Marshford dropping by and anticipating the day when the mistress contract would be signed. Cadwarra and Samandra’s frank discussion of Uncle Triander’s hard prick had gotten her all horny. Thus, the Earl of Marshford’s timely arrival had pleased her greatly.
Cadwarra and Samandra had sat at the table and resumed chatting about Vishra cocks, though mostly they had listened to Amber’s squeals and giggles as Marshford drove his penis deep and hard into his teenage lover. He could be heard sucking in loud breaths of air as he thrust in and out, repeatedly expressing his pleasure at Lady Amber’s wet pussy. The bed ropes holding up the mattress groaned as loudly as Amber. The mortis and tenon joints of the wooden bedframe creaked in loud protest at each driving thrust the Earl made into the young vagina of his not-yet-official mistress.
At last the sound of screwing had slowed and stopped. The ropes and bedframe ceased their angry, rhythmic protest and there was only Amber’s contented voice complaining nonetheless that she had not cum yet. She coaxed Marshford to have a quick nap; he could enjoy her some more once he was rested and got hard again. She would climax then.
Marshford had just wanted to cuddle. He protested he was no longer a young buck. She rolled affectionately on top of his exhausted body, sighing audibly to feel his loving arms pull her close. She slid her body up and down, using her nether juices to rub her clitoris against his thigh. As she finally orgasmed, he teased Amber by telling her she needed to find a younger man to please her between his visits.
That had been twelve hours ago. Now there in the smithy it seemed that finding a younger man was what Amber was indeed doing. She batted her eyes at Ockham. “Thank you for offering to avert your eyes, Apprentice Ockham, but I am sure that such courtesy is unnecessary. Under the circumstances it will be alright for you to look at us in the nude. We have every confidence you will act with proper decorum when you see us...naked.” Amber took a deep, excited breath and repeated, looking directly into his lovely blue eyes “...totally...naked.”
Outside, the teen boys were still lingering, agitated to think of the female nudity inside the smithy, concealed only by stone walls and the drapes that Zanhass had pulled carefully across the windows such that not a crack allowed a curious boy to peek in at the women undressed inside.
“Let’s check the back window” one of them suggested more out of youthful desperation than optimism. They crept around to the seclusion of the rear of the smithy, knowing they were wasting their time.
They pushed through the bushes that would so conveniently hide them from any Village Elders coming by and demanding to know what did they think they were doing. They approached a rear window, doing what they would not have dared to do had Master Mossclean not been off fishing. He would have kicked their asses were he to catch them spying on his clients.
Their hearts began to pound as they reached the window and saw that this curtain had not been as carefully closed as the others. A small crack afforded a glimpse of what may be inside. They could not believe their luck. Four heads cracked together as each boy simultaneously attempted to peer into the narrow opening at the same time. “Oww!!!” each said then went back to pushing each other in an attempt to be first to have a look-see.
The winner took a good long look. “There’s five people in there” he reported to the others “Zanhass, that Wood Elf Lady, that Human Lady, that Wood Elf Squire and a Male Human.”
“Is Zanhass naked” one of the others asked, hoping.
“No” was the disappointing answer “no one is naked. They are yakking about something.”
There was a brief discussion among the four, disappointed at the lack of nudity. They decided the stories of naked Mossclean clients were obviously untrue. They were decidedly feeling foolish that they had believed the stupid rumours that girls got naked in the smithy.
Inside, Ockham was pitching ideas for leather accessories to the armour Zanhass was proposing. Since Lady Amber and Lady Cadwarra would be presented at the Steelhoove Court together, their armour should complement each other’s. He explained he had seen some sketches back at Clothspinners of the dresses Ladies Cadwarra and Amber had recently had made and he could use some of the ideas from those designs in concert with Miss Mossclean’s ideas for the armour.
“Oh?” Amber asked. She pretended innocence to the realization that this attractive male had definitely seen her naughty pictures. “Did you like the drawings?” She imagined Apprentice Ockham leering at the nude images of her.
Ockham diplomatically reiterated that he had taken some ideas from the ‘fashion sketches’. He did not admit to seeing any other drawings. Amber saw through his little lie. She began to peel off her pretty blouse, slowly revealing her tits, showing Ockham the ‘real things’ instead of her pictures. Her nipples were already hard.
Cadwarra realized that Amber knew that Ockham had seen nude sketches of Amber. What a naughty girl, Cadwarra thought...posing nude. She wondered if perhaps Ockham had also seen her naughty pictures. Master Daniel had promised no one would see them.
Despite the possible breaking of that promise, Cadwarra rather liked the thought that Apprentice Ockham had maybe had a good look at her body in watercolour. She hoped he had maybe even whacked off while admiring her. Cadwarra imagined the handsome man pumping his cock rapidly, his fist sliding up and down furiously. His hand would end up on his knob then move back down as the big round tip stood exposed in his grip. No doubt he shot a huge lot of semen as he came. At least Cadwarra imagined it was a huge lot of semen.
The image in her head of Ockham jerking off to her pictures made her horny. Cadwarra too pulled her top off up over her head. Her breasts stood there in the actual flesh for Ockham to ogle.
Ockham managed to keep a stoic expression, but he did love the sight of those four breasts. They looked exactly as they had been portrayed in the private sketches. The sight of them in the flesh was worth the bribe he had paid to Antonina for the privilege. Even so, he made sure that the longing look he gave the Ladies was very brief, almost imperceptible.
Amber showed no indication she noticed Ockham’s brief leer except for the excited flush of her bare chest. Cadwarra also liked being topless in front of Ockham. Her nipples rose slowly to match the hardness of Amber’s. Cadwarra liked letting Ockham see them rise.
Outside in the bushes, the boys were in a huddle quietly arguing about the consequences of them neglecting their studies. No longer peering in the window, they had failed to see the Ladies get topless. They were discussing the chances that maybe if they hurried they could still make it to class on time.
“Trelly’s gonna squeal on us when she gets to class” the most practical of the four warned the others. “Let’s get to school. On the way we can think up some excuse for why we’re late.”
Everyone agreed on the plan except that one boy was reluctant to give up the foolish fantasy that there would be naked women in the smithy. He stole one more look through the gap in the curtain. He was rewarded by the sight of Cadwarra standing topless, breasts high, firm and round. The younger Lady, the Human, had her back to the window but it was obvious she was topless, too. “Tunare!” he gasped.
He was so turned on to see Cadwarra’s perfectly round nipples that he did not tell his friends what he was looking at. He merely stared at Cadwarra’s big boobs as they gently rose and fell on her chest under soft breathing. Guessing what their friend was seeing, the other three jostled excitedly for a peek.
“Is Zanhass naked?” one asked hopefully. “Lemme look at her!”
“She hasn’t stripped off yet. I’ll let you know if she does.”
“Lemme look anyway!”
“Settle down” the Practical One hissed “they’ll hear us and we’ll be caught. Just everyone take a turn. We’ll all get to see.”
Inside, only Cadwarra knew that they had an audience. The others had their backs to the one window where the drapes had not been fully drawn. She counted several different eyeballs appearing one after the other in the gap. Two of the irises were blue, one was hazel the other brown. No doubt these were those excited boys who had been lurking outside, studying Amber and her with such interest as they approached the smithy.
Silly boys, Cadwarra thought to herself as the hazel eyeball looked through the curtain gap. If they would only ask she was sure that there were plenty of village girls that would willingly take them into a secluded forest clearing and let them have a feel, maybe more. The woods were conveniently just over there, dense and leafy; much like the woods where Fayt had often taken her for long, bare-breasted petting sessions when they were first courting.
Cadwarra pushed away the pleasant memory of Fayt’s hands clutching her teen tits. She also ignored the horny boys at the window. There were things to do. This armour wasn’t going to design itself.
The work proceeded. Zanhass found the armour design so very easy. Both Ladies had perfect bodies so really any armour piece would look fantastic on them. Amber’s abdomen was remarkably flat, Cadwarra’s belly had a cute roundness to it. Breasts were firm and thighs well proportioned. Zanhass just needed to contrive to have the armour reveal as much skin as possible and the exposed flesh would achieve the desired effect on the men that would be seeing the Ladies in such outfits.
Despite her reservations earlier, Zanhass found Ockham to be easy to work with. His suggestions were quite clever and complemented her own design ideas. The addition of leather elements to the armour sets combined esthetically with the chainmail.
Zanhasss benefited from a heterosexual man understanding what looked sexy. He seemed to understand what she intended and suggested armbands, garters, chokers and other leather accessories that accentuated the armour rather than compete with it. It was his idea to use leather gloves instead of chainmail gauntlets. “We’ll have the gloves extend well above the elbows. Men like that.”
Ockham then started pulling out several pairs of black leather boots for the two naked Ladies to see. Most reached up to above the knees, some to mid thigh. All the boots had very high stiletto heels.
Outside, the boys were frustrated to have to be taking turns at the curtain’s gap; never getting a good look before someone else impatiently demanded his turn. “Why isn’t Zanhass getting undressed? I wanna see her get naked!”
“Would you quit worrying about Zanhass? There’s two other bare-ass girls in there you can look at.”
Zanhass, unaware a boy was at the window wanting to see her naked, was having fun. It did not feel like work. These Vishra clients looked good in anything. She just designed whatever she would love to wear were she a Lady being presented to the Queen at some military parade while sipping expensive champagne and nibbling caviar. The idea of wearing such scandalously revealing armour was akin to the cheap thrill Zanhass got when she fantasized about lifting her top up for customers to see. She wished she owned some of that armour...if only so Kivan could see her in it and get erect.
Ockham also seemed to enjoy the work. He in fact seemed to enjoy it very, very much, constantly adjusting and improving every buckle, tie, garter and snap so as to ensure both Lady Amber and Lady Cadwarra had the best fitting ceremonial armour they could get. Of course, to do so, he had to touch the flesh of the Ladies. He seemed to do that a lot but his touch never lingered long enough for anyone except Amber to feel he was doing anything more than making the needed adjustments.
The adjustments pushed Amber’s tits up in a manner that managed to fool the eye into seeing more tit than actually existed on Amber’s chest. Ockham had to touch her breasts just briefly in order to make the correct adjustment but he adjusted things repeatedly. Amber did not object. He promised Cadwarra he would work on her top next.
While Cadwarra and Amber stood mostly unconcerned at what all they were showing, the boys outside stared wide eyed, cocks stiff. It was quite a show.
Zanhass was pleased how the outfits were coming together. “I do believe, Lady Cadwarra, we need a pair of chainmail bikini bottoms covered by a skirt...a very short skirt. We need some modesty, you see? If only to tantalize the gentlemen at Court.”
The skirt only hung halfway down Cadwarra’s ass. It showed most of her cheeks due to the skimpiness of the bikini bottoms.
Amber wore a chainmail loin cloth which allowed a full view of her shapely thighs from knees to waist. Under that she wore a leather thong so small that it showed more of her strip of pubic hair than it covered. Not a square inch of leg was covered. Of her stomach, enough was exposed to let anyone see a goodly portion of lower abdomen. It was clear she shaved her beaver pelt to a thin strip. Though Cadwarra and Zanhass assured her the fit was perfect and ‘nothing intimate was showing’, Amber kept asking Apprentice Ockham to make small adjustments to the fit to ensure modesty. Cadwarra was puzzled why Amber suddenly needed ‘modesty’.
Ockham complied with Amber’s request with alacrity, showing great patience with every trivial adjustment Amber required. More than a few times, his fingers ‘accidentally’ slipped under the thong and brushed over Amber’s pubic hair. Her pelt was wiry and curly and pleasing to the touch.
Kivan stood and watched, trying not to interfere. He was so proud of how quickly Zanhass pulled the chainmail elements of the armour sets together. He had to admire how the chainmail miniskirt fell across Lady Cadwarra’s exposed butt. Her chainmail bikini bottoms were cut very high. Most of her round ass was showing.
Cadwarra leaned down to pull on the tall leather boots she had chosen. The boots were pre-made but with a magic spell designed to have them instantly adjust to the wearer’s feet. The spell would trigger once; the first time their purchaser pulled the boots on.
As Cadwarra’s foot reached the toe of the boot she indeed felt the boots adjust magically to a perfect fit. Cadwarra smiled to feel how comfortable they were. Ockham half-seriously joked that the boots came with a curse; any female thief who wore those boots was ensured nothing but several painful blisters as reward for her theft of illfitting footwear.
Cadwarra bent to buckle the straps on the tops of the boots, halfway up her bare thighs. Kivan saw her breasts hang down just as they had when she had helped make his bed that first night in her apartment. They wiggled and wobbled in full view as she finished buckling up.
“They’re hanging and swinging!” the boy at the window reported to the others.
“What are?” they asked.
“Tits! Big jiggly tits” he answered. They jostled each other to see.
Unused to high heels, Cadwarra stepped awkwardly as she tried to walk in her new boots. It made her breasts quiver some more. The boy currently looking though the curtain gap found the sight so titillating that he uninhibitedly pulled out his wang. He started casually whacking while he continued to watch Cadwarra and her jiggly tits. The other boys were already pulling on their dicks. “It’s my turn to see” one complained, his hand stroking enthusiastically.
Kivan continued to study how Cadwarra’s breasts were bouncing and quivering as she further practiced walking in her new boots. Despite himself, his heart was pounding to see his Paladin half naked with bare breasts bobbing and bouncing. Lady Cadwarra had such big nipples!
Kivan stared until Cadwarra caught him. He quickly took his eyes off of Lady Cadwarra’s chest but it was too late. Everyone, including Zanhass, had seen where he was looking.
Rather than be offended by how horny her Squire had gotten, Cadwarra merely smiled at the erection he was clearly showing. His hands jammed suspiciously in his pockets did not hide his condition. “Miss Mossclean” Cadwarra said with no hint of a judging tone “I think the moment Lady Amber earlier spoke of has arrived. You need to take your young man to a private room and take care of his ‘male situation’ as a loving girlfriend should do. Until you return, we’ll work with Master Ockham’s buckles and leather accessories.”
Zanhass was clearly upset with Kivan. “Come here” she snapped in a rather jealous tone as she grabbed his wrist. Embarrassed, she lead her boyfriend out the door to her bedroom. As the door closed angrily behind the two lovers, Amber said the quiet part out loud “He better make her happy...”
Ockham, to fill the uncomfortable silence, started showing the two Ladies a number of leather clutches for them to choose from. “I can of course make you a Clothspinner backpack of the toughest but still very attractive rhino hide for your actual travel needs, but a diminutive clutch to bring along to a military tattoo or other such martial events would be absolutely perfect. These are mostly of the finest caiman hides but some are of salamander. Salamander is, of course, what the Queen always carries when wearing ceremonial armour.”
Outside in the bushes, the boy currently looking through the window reported that Zanhass, still clothed, had taken the Wood Elf Squire by the hand and lead him out of the room. “I told you that was Zanhass’s boyfriend! I bet she’s taking him to another room to get naked in private and give him a good look! Maybe even let him have a feel.”
The lad was proud to have proven his conjecture that the Squire was also Zanhass’s boyfriend. He expected an apology but the others were too busy looking at Amber’s tits as she pulled on her own boots and walked about to test them out. Used to stylish heels, she navigated across the smithy floor much more gracefully than Cadwarra. The boys were disappointed her small tits did not sway and bounce like Cadwarra’s had but they still looked very attractive. Highly suckable.
Ockham had now turned to work on Cadwarra’s chainmail bra. It was front fastening. Ockham prepared to attach a leather strap and clasp to pull it together. “We need to place the fastening at exactly the perfect location and angle” Ockham explained “the right position will make your breasts bulge the perfect amount...you know, let the men see how much you have!” The back of his fingers pushed slightly into both her boobs as he attached the straps to each bra cup. Those boobs were very firm.
Cadwarra let the man do his task. She waited patiently while he experimented with different positionings of the straps. At last all three agreed on the perfect configuration. Cadwarra was happy with the way her breasts were pushed up and pushed together. It would be good to let Noblemen see her tits were ready for a cock to be squeezed between them. What influential Nobleman did not want a titfuck?
Though the fastener and strap were now in the perfect positions to attract the eyes of those aforementioned Noblemen, Ockham was having trouble snapping Cadwarra’s clasp closed. He had both hands buried in her cleavage as he pulled the two cups together. Her breasts deformed slightly as the back of his hands pressed against her warm, yielding flesh while attempting to close the device properly.
Realizing that Cadwarra’s big boobs were resisting the effort, Ockham put his hands on the outsides of them and pushed them together. Cadwarra asked “do you need me to help getting those straps to meet?”
“It’s best if I do it, Lady Cadwarra. That way I get a feel.” Seeing the raised eyebrows of both Ladies when they heard what he said, Ockham perceived that they had misunderstood his words...or, rather, understood them too well. Ockham amended his comment. “What I mean is...that way I get a feel for how well your breasts fill the armour, Lady Cadwarra.”
“I see” Cadwarra lied. She let the man enjoy his work, inept though he seemed to be. Despite her puzzlement over why Ockham was having so much trouble working a simple mechanism she did not object as he lifted her left tit to adjust it as it lay inside its corresponding bikini cup. He then grabbed Cadwarra’s right boob and lifted it to make it also fit better into it’s chainmail bikini cup.
Ockham adjusted Cadwarra’s breasts a long while, seeming to not be getting them to sit in quite the correct position. “Once we get this all adjusted, Viscountess...so that the clasp is more easily fastened...the armour will hold your breasts firmly in place in an alluring manner.” His hand reached further into the chainmail bikini top until her entire boob lay in his hand. He felt its softness lying there in his palm. It was warm and very large. “This won’t take long” he apologized as he ‘inadvertently’ felt her up.
Cadwarra nodded patiently. As incapable as he was at closing a simple clasp, Ockham at least knew how to perform an ‘accidental feel’ correctly. In that regard, he was much more capable than Faron Gilbertsbottom Fairwick.
“He’s playing with her tits” the boy with his eye in the curtain gap reported to the others. Another boy took his place “Oh! Look at him squeeze them! I bet they feel unbelievable!”
Cadwarra could see the boys were still at the window but she ignored them, trying not to laugh at how quickly the eyeball looking at her tits changed to that of a different boy’s then to that of yet another different boy’s. “Perhaps my Squire should try to work the buckle when he...cums...back” Cadwarra suggested. “He’ll need to know how to do it while helping me dress.”
“Why yes, Viscountess. He’ll need to know how to fasten the clasp. Just as soon as I make the needed adjustment.” Ockham slipped his fingers further inside both of Cadwarra’s bra cups and under her ample boobs, “He can grasp them as I am doing and pull them together so he can connect the two halves of the clasp...let me show you.”
With Cadwarra’s big bare boobs now fully flopped out into his hands, Ockham took a selfish moment to enjoy how fully packed they were. It wasn’t everyday one got the opportunity to feel up a real Viscountess. Ockham’s fingers massaged Lady Cadwarra’s breasts for some time.
His fingers sank deep into Cadwarra’s flesh. Such was the size of Cadwarra’s bust that Ockham had suspected Cadwarra had paid one of those quack Gnome surgeons to insert rubber enhancements inside her boobs to enlarge her cupsize. Only when his fingers probed deep into their interiors and he felt all that mammary gland rolling around under his fingertips was he pleased to discover Cadwarra’s big breasts were completely of her own making.
Ockham had doubted the veracity of the Receptionist’s assertion that Master Daniel had been allowed to titfuck the Lady Cadwarra and slather her chest with cum. The way she was allowing him to currently play with her tits confirmed to Ockham the tale must be true, after all. He would like to feel his own cock nestled in between those magnificent funbags as he slid it back and forth, speed increasing until his orgasmic release would burst out and coat her mounds. Cadwarra’s nipples stood out like little erections as if urging him to pull out his erection right then and lay it between them. He imagined jizz flowing all over her breasts until those stiff nipples were completely covered in man goo.
Cadwarra stood there, patiently allowing Ockham to take his time getting her bra snapped together, unaware of his naughty thoughts. He was certainly having trouble operating such a simple clasp. Perhaps he was new at his job. She waited calmly for him to figure out the workings, proud that her boobs were so large he was having trouble pulling the two cups together in order to click the clasp shut. He seemed to like playing with her breasts, though, so at least he was enjoying being a failure. As her chest flushed red, she delighted to have Ockham see how his clumsy incompetence was sexually arousing her. It made her nipples stick out long and stiff. She thought how Diamander liked to see her nipples get hard. She wanted Diamander’s prick. It slid so nicely into her.
Amber had watched Ockham misbehave with a Vishra Mistress long enough. Though Cadwarra had no idea his difficulties was pure charade it was obvious to Amber that Ockham was not even trying to get the clasp closed. She was offended on behalf of the men in her family.
She had allowed this nonsense to continue so long because she was rather enjoying the sight of Ockham’s penis becoming quite long in his leggings. Starting from a size that merely was the package all males made even when soft, Ockham’s prick had grown impressively as Amber watched with extreme arousal. It made a beautiful, long ridge as it lay there on the right side. Unlike Lord Marshford, bless his heart, she was sure Ockham was young enough to service her several times in quick succession.
All the same, Ockham was behaving inappropriately. Amber finally reached over and gently grasped Ockham’s wrist. Her tone was stern but polite. “Apprentice, that flesh you are making so bold with may be attached to Lady Cadwarra’s chest, but it is the domain of my Father, Marshall Vishra. You would need his permission to play with the Lady Cadwarra’s breasts with the familiarity you are currently showing and I doubt you would receive it.”
Ockham knew the jig was up. He contritely snapped the bikini top’s clasp closed in an instant. Cadwarra looked a bit disappointed to have Ockham’s unapproved groping end.
Amber pulled Ockham’s hand out of Cadwarra’s cleavage. Ockham expected Amber to release his arm after that. Instead, he found Amber was still holding his wrist as she lowered his hand, guiding it down to her pubic area. “Contrary to Lady Cadwarra, I am not yet mistress to my intended Lord and therefore I am able to address your obvious needs...”
Ockham allowed Amber to guide his fingers to her snatch, pushing the scanty thong out of the way. His fingertips brushed her trimmed beaver. He would have been honoured to just spend a half hour stroking it smooth but Amber intended more. She took his fingers and uncurled them. She pushed them down through her pelt until he felt moisture. Against his most ridiculous of fantasies, he felt a Vishra Lady push his fingers past her labia, forcing three fingers into her vadge up to the first knuckle before he even realized she was penetrating herself with his digits.
“Deeper” she ordered Ockham and he obediently slipped his fingers further inside, up to the third knuckle. Inside, she felt slippery and warm. He moved his fingers around. Amber’s vaginal walls were smooth. She was very wet. He slipped a fourth finger in. He moved back and forth. Lady Amber clearly liked that.
Realizing Ockham was being distracted from his work, Cadwarra made a final adjustment to her bra herself, pushing her boobs up to make them sit bulging in her bra in an alluring manner. She watched Ockham slide his hand back and forth inside Amber for a few quiet minutes. Amber’s nipples were very pretty, standing up like little soldiers, rendered thick and long by uninhibited foreplay.
“What’s happening now?” one boy asked of the one at the window.
“The Human fellow is feeling the pussy of the Human female. The Wood Elf Lady is just watching. Their nipples are rock hard.”
“Oh! Let the rest of us see!”
Over on the left of the spying boys, over by a second window, there was the noise of a door being opened in a hurry then closed. One of the boys thought faster than the others “I bet that door is where Zanhass and her boyfriend were going. I bet that’s her bedroom through that window!”
They snuck over to Zanhass’s room. There were some roses under her window so it was hard to get close without being stuck by thorns. They did not mean to, but some of the roses got trampled.
This window had no curtain. Perhaps, being around the back, no one thought it needed one. The boys could see it was indeed Zanhass’s bedroom. There was a single bed and a rudimentary dresser in the room. There was a box full of candles on top of the dresser. The box had been opened and one had been removed. It stood, unlit beside the box, its purpose not evident.
Zanhass and Kivan were also in there, kissing and pulling each other’s clothes off. Stupidly, the boys did not try to conceal themselves. Their eyes just above the window sill, the only reason the boys were not seen was Zanhass and Kivan were too intently looking at each other.
The boys watched as Zanhass allowed this Squire to get her nude even as she got him nude. They had known Zanhass all their lives, before she had curves. For the first time they saw her breasts. They saw she had puffies. They watched as the Squire touched her, caressing her naked skin, running his hands all over her newly nubile body. Zanhass stood there and allowed her boyfriend to feel every square inch of her.
No boy spoke as they watched Zanhass allow such a wicked thing to be done to her. Her boyfriend was hard and the tip of his penis brushed her thigh now and then as he felt her up. She reached to grip the hard thing. Each peeping boy silently regretted they did not have a cock of the size she was currently holding. Each convinced himself that maybe Zanhass would bed with him if only he had such a langer!
Zanhass pulled her lover to the bed, as if his penis was a leash. Kivan got on top, pushing his hips against hers.
One of the boys breathed excitedly “lookit Zanhass! She’s actually letting a boy rub his crotch into hers!”
Another boy was more aware of what was happening. “He’s not rubbing, he’s got his prick in her. Can’t you see it going in and out? They’re doing it!”
They could see it was so. Kivan was on top with his large penis repeatedly disappearing into Zanhass. It no sooner hit bottom but it was pulled out again, slick with Zanhass’s juices. With alacrity, he thrust it in again.
The boys watched Zanhass get fucked, each partly shocked to see that a girl their age was doing it but each mostly disappointed that she had not chosen him to do it with, seeing as how she was so willing.
Zanhass wrapped her legs around Kivan’s waist, pulling him in faster and faster as the young lovers approached their orgasms. She lay there, a mounting climax contorting her brow. The candle lit spontaneously, but neither the boys nor Kivan noticed.
Four fists flew desperately along tumescent shafts as the truant lads pumped away, unconsciously matching the rhythm of Kivan’s thrusts. The stroking of the boys’ dicks quickened when Kivan’s thrusting also quickened. They leered at Zanhass’s naked body being used. Her soft tits lay there on her chest, rolling under the fucking thrusts. Her muscular legs flexed erotically as she pulled Kivan into her again and again.
Kivan stopped in mid thrust, his cock halfway out of Zanhass’s pussy. He was about to cum. He waited. His penis tensed. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His cock remained half in and half out. Zanhass waited, knowing the cum would soon flow for her.
The horny boys watched as Kivan’s cock flexed and bucked, only partly buried in Zanhass’s wet snatch. It throbbed as gob after gob of spilling jizz filled Zanhass up, twisting just like the boys’ own cocks twisted in orgasmic pleasure whenever they jerked off in private, daydreaming of Trelly’s naughty nakedness. Almost in concert, four cocks shot cum, inspired by the sight of Kivan sticking it inside Zanhass. The four boys shot cum all over Master Mossclean’s mangled roses.
Out in the workshop, Cadwarra could no longer see the curious, prying eyeballs of the boys in the curtain’s gap. She was concerned. Had they gone to spy on Zanhass and Kivan? It was okay if they wanted to watch Amber and Ockham screw but she had an instinctive reluctance to allow them to interfere with Zanhass’s affair. Cadwarra exited through the door that Kivan and Zanhass had used.
Cadwarra entered Zanhass’s bedroom without knocking. She was quick enough to see four foreheads and eight eyes duck quickly below the window sill as soon as she appeared. Those boys needed to find some girlfriends willing to let them see their tits, she thought. They really should not be watching Zanhass being intimate with Kivan.
Cadwarra saw Kivan had fallen asleep sucking on Zanhass’s breast, half of it stuffed in his mouth. Zanhass was tenderly stroking his forehead. Why did boys always fall asleep after?
Zanhass, seeing Cadwarra casually walk in, pulled a blanket up to modestly hide her nakedness, unaware of the show she had been putting on for the neighbourhood boys.
Cadwarra perched gently on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Kivan’s nap. “I assume Kivan is your first fuck” she said, girl-to-girl.
Cadwara asked the question in a whisper, careful not to waken Kivan. Zanhass answered as quietly “First what?”
Cadwarra realized Zanhass did not know the word ‘fuck’. She switched to speaking Feir’Dal as she reached and picked up a neatly folded towel from the foot of the bed. “Your first boy with whom you celebrated Tunare” she clarified in the Wood Elf tongue.
“Yes” Zanhass whispered. She was proud to have Cadwarra know.
They could hear Amber begin panting out by the forge as her orgasm approached. “Fuck me” they heard Amber murmur to Ockham “fuck me hard. I like it hard, you horny perv.”
Zanhass was shocked. “Are they deflowering?” she asked. She appeared to be genuinely scandalized, failing to see the hypocrisy of her objections. “In Pa’s workshop?”
“I think they are indeed fucking, Miss Zanhass.” Cadwarra knew Amber’s sexual history well enough to know there was no ‘deflowering’ going on.
Not sure how one would go about preventing a customer from such activity, Zanhass protested. “Pa won’t like that.”
“Then it’s best we don’t tell him” Cadwarra confided as she rose up off the bed and unfolded the towel. She explained in a whisper what she was doing, lying just a little. “You’ll probably want a little less light in here so Kivan can get some proper sleep, poor fellow. I’ll hang this to darken the room.”
She approached the window and looked down at the boys, huddling there guiltily and more than a little embarrassed to be staring into Cadwarra’s grownup eyes a mere two feet from theirs. Not only had she caught them, but she could also see that Master Mossclean’s roses were completely trampled.
You boys are so busted, Cadwarra thought as she looked straight into their mortified faces. Amused to see the guilty boys crouching there, she decided to give them a treat. She reached up to her clasp and opened her chainmail bra. Her breasts popped out for them to get a nice view.
Forgetting the humiliation of being caught spying, the boys stared amazed at Cadwarra’s chest. They had never been so close to bare breasts. The Lady had real beauties! Those hooters perched there just begging to be squeezed and bounced but for the glass interposed between the boys and those glorious handfuls.
Cadwarra paid them no further attention as she lifted the towel to hang it over the curtainless curtain rod. Her breasts squashed against the window as she reached up. Cadwarra’s thick nipples were crushed flat against the glass, mere inches from four teenage mouths that would have been instantly fastened onto them but for the window ’pain’ that prevented such sampling.
To the boys’ vast disappointment, Cadwarra dropped the towel to hang down the window, cutting off any continuing view of Cadwarra’s magnificent chest.
Satisfied that Zanhass and Kivan now had some privacy, Cadwarra took her leave. It was okay for the boys to see her and Amber, but Cadwarra did not think she should let the boys watch Kivan and Zanhass while they made love. She was not sure why.
Cadwarra saw that Zanhass had also fallen asleep. She refastened her bra and closed the door softly as she exited Zanhass’s bedroom.
Outside, any kid with commonsense would have hightailed it out of there before Cadwarra called the guard on them...or worse: their Dads. They were very horny, though, and Cadwarra had looked at them so calmly while she exposed herself that they were willing to bet she would not squeal on them. Shamelessly, the boys crept back to the other rear window.
Cadwarra walked in on Amber and Ockham in full passion. Quite against the explicit rules set out in his employment agreement with Clothspinner & Co., Ockham’s cock was going in and out of Amber with full abandon. His penis’s shaft was long but was lacking just a little in girth. It shone as it slid back and forth in and out of Amber who was enjoying it’s length but was slightly disappointed by it being a bit of a ‘pencil dick’.
They saw Cadwarra enter but did not slow their coupling. Amber never cared if Cadwarra saw her fucking, and Ockham was too into the act to worry who was watching. “Yeah” Amber panted “yeah...like that! Give it to me...like that!”
The boys outside were taking their turns looking. Frustrated by the limited viewing opportunity afforded by the small curtain gap, each had a very short turn seeing the Human Lady leaning back on the bench as she allowed the Human male to drive her insanely hard. Despite their previous ejaculations, all four boys still had their cocks out and were touching them as they watched.
Ockham pushed Amber’s small tits together so he could suck on both nipples simultaneously. Amber seemed pleased with that; she had never before had both her nipples sucked at once. Her orgasm was starting, her chest flushed red.
Cadwarra made sure the boys were back and not bothering Zanhass and Kivan. Seeing the usual eyeballs in the window, she fixed her eyes on Ockham’s cock as he thrust it back and forth. She found it highly attractive even if it could be a little thicker. She wished she could pull it out of Amber and lick the juices off of it. Of course she could not...she was still feeling guilty about her wicked adventure with the Coachman.
She hoped the Marshall would be dropping by the apartment later that evening to have her model her new armour. He should have gotten the watercolour yesterday but had not dropped by last night. That had been a disappointment. She was sure, though, that he would pound her good once she modeled her revealing armour for him.
Contented by the surety of a visit from the Marshall, Cadwarra watched Ockham’s long dick being crammed into Amber’s vagina and then back out.
Amber reached and pulled Cadawarra close. With a simple flick Cadwarra’s clasp popped open. Her boobs fell out. Her nipple was at the level of Amber’s mouth. Amber suckled Cadwarra, correctly guessing Ockham would love seeing a little ‘lesbo action’.
Her guess proved correct. Ockham’s cock twitched as he came. The long, thin thing looked like a writhing eel. Cadwarra wanted the Marshall’s cock to writhe like that inside her.
Outside, the leering boys loved seeing the lesbo action, too. They pumped hard. Four impressive loads of sweet Wood Elf semen burst from turgid cocks.