Entering the Forge

Here’s a story about a young man picking up a sword for his master…and ends up fucking the tall, busty blacksmith.

Contains: M/F, size difference, huge breasts, big cock, titfuck, muscle, vaginal sex, excessive cum.

Enjoy!

Entering the Forge

‘This is ridiculous, why do I have to run errands for Master Bran,’ Malcolm of Reyes muttered to himself as he descended the mountain on which is teacher lived. ‘I must have disappointed him somehow.’ He thought aloud as he came up on the city of Astal, Master Bran’s sword was being reforged there by a smith named Ferro.

After asking a city guard for direction, Malcolm ended up in front of Ferro’s weapon store. It was a squat building made of yellow brick with a flat rooftop. Unfortunately, although Malcolm could hear the sound of a hammer hitting steel coming from inside, the door seemed to be locked. But since Master Bran had told Malcolm that his blade was due to be finished today, he went around the back to see if there was a backdoor. Besides, he didn’t feel like climbing that mountain again with nothing to show for it. Luckily, there was a backdoor. And it was unlocked!

‘Excuse me, Mister Ferro? I am here for Master Bran’s sword?’ Malcolm called as he stepped inside. When he got no response, he instead followed the sound of a hammer hitting metal.

However when he found the blacksmith called Ferro, he found that they weren’t a “Mister” at all. Instead, Ferro turned out to be a very attractive woman. She was easily a head taller than Malcolm with a head of flame red hair that was kept in an intricate braid. Her slate grey eyes were focused on the bar of white hot metal lying on the anvil, said eyes were set in a heart-shaped face which was blessed with high, prominent cheekbones and a sharp, but strong jawline. Her nose was small and cute and seemed a little odd on the tough blacksmith, while she had plump, plush lips that any prostitute would be jealous off. Not that Malcolm would have the guts to say that to her face. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with freckles, but she also had a few small, pale nicks on her face and body from working with metal.

Speaking of her body, her shoulders were rather broad for a woman and she had rather thick arms too, as expected of a blacksmith. Malcolm was focusing more on the way her enormous chest jiggled as she brought her hammer down. Even with the large, thick leather apron she was wearing there was just not hiding the size of her huge, freckle dusted tits. Malcolm couldn’t help but swallow hard as he noticed rivulets of sweat sliding into her cavernous cleavage, unfortunately with how intently he was staring at the blacksmith’s huge, heavy jugs he hadn’t noticed that the sound of a hammer ringing through Ferro’s forge had stopped.

‘Can I help you, kid?’ A gruff, feminine voice asked.

‘I, eh, I am here to pick up Master Bran’s sword.’ Malcolm stammered, his face turning red.

‘It ain’t done yet, come back later.’ Ferro replied as she continued to work on the bar of heated metal.

‘Wh-what, but, eh, my Master told me it was supposed to be done today.’ Malcolm muttered.

‘Well, then perhaps Bran should’ve informed me that he wanted me to reforge a mythril blade,’ Ferro snapped. ‘It ain’t exactly an easy metal to work with, nor can I come by it easily. Just get yourself a room at the inn and come back tomorrow, there’s one just across the street from here.’ Ferro explained.

Malcolm wanted to argue more, but it was clear from the expression on the blacksmith’s face that she was done talking. So Malcolm decided to follow her advice, convincing himself that he was tired from his trek down the mountain anyway…

* * * *

When Malcolm returned to Ferro’s store the next day, the busy blacksmith was waiting for him holding a sabre. Its sheath and handle were undecorated and the sword looked like nothing special, but apparently the material it was made from was quite special. When Malcolm reached for his Master’s sword, Ferro quickly pulled it away.

‘Payment first, kid.’ She stated gruffly, while holding out her free hand.

‘Oh right, of course. Here.’ Malcolm muttered as he placed a bulging coin pouch in her extended hand. But instead of handing Malcolm the reforged sabre, Ferro counted the money and as she finished her expression darkened.

‘This isn’t enough.’ Ferro growled.

‘I’m sorry, what?’ Malcolm stammered.

‘This isn’t enough,’ Ferro repeated. ‘Even though I should charge extra for working with mythril, I won’t. But this doesn’t seem to be the amount I agreed upon with Bran.’

‘Yes, because I had some of the money to stay at that inn you recommended yesterday!’ Malcolm snapped.

‘Oh, so it’s my fault, is it?’ Ferro asked in a low, dangerous tone of voice. But when the young man didn’t answer, she continued speaking to him in the same tone of voice. ‘So, how do you intend to pay for the amount that’s missing?’ She asked as she brought her face closer to Malcolm’s.

‘What did you have in mind?’ Malcolm asked with an audible swallow.

‘I saw you staring at me yesterday, what do you say to having some fun?’ Ferro replied with a predatory smile.

‘What kind of fun?’ Malcolm squeaked, worried about sort of things the woman in front of him considered to be “fun”.

‘Sex, smartass.’ Ferro replied while rolling her eyes.

‘Oh.’ Was Malcolm’s stunned reply.

‘Something wrong with me, kid? You don’t sound too excited.’ Ferro growled angrily.

‘I just didn’t expect that response!’ Malcolm yelped as he raised his hands in defence. ‘Wh-what do you want me to do first?’ He asked shyly.

‘Let’s start by taking your pants off.’ Ferro replied as she placed Master Bran’s sabre on the counter and crossed her arms underneath her prodigious chest.

Once again Malcolm swallowed hard, but he did as the busty blacksmith asked of him. He slowly pulled his trousers down, rapidly shifting his gaze from Ferro’s face to her cleavage in the process, and his member slowly came into view. When the fat, veiny slab of cockmeat came into view Ferro’s arched red eyebrow quickly rose up, and the blacksmith wasted no time in dropping to her knees in front of the young man. The abruptness of her dropping in front of Malcolm made him freeze in place, which caused Ferro to grab the waistband of her trousers with an annoyed expression on her face.

‘Who said you could stop?’ She asked in an authoritative voice, before yanking Malcolm’s pants down until they were bundled up around his ankles. ‘Would you look at that? It seems like you were hiding quite the weapon.’ The blacksmith mused at the sight of Malcolm’s member.

Even flaccid it seemed to be around the ten inch mark already, and was nearly as thick as one of Ferro’s wrists. Under the blacksmith’s stern gaze however, Malcolm’s meaty prick slowly started to swell. ‘So, what now?’ Malcolm asked after his trousers had been pulled down all the way, cheeks red with embarrassment.

‘Now we need to get that monster up.’ Ferro growled fiercely as she pulled off her thick leather gloves before taking off the leather apron she had been wearing.

As it turned out, seeing Ferro’s huge breasts bared somewhat sped up the process of Malcolm’s dick becoming erect. But for the blacksmith, it was still too slow. With a grunt she hefted up her massive jugs, and wrapped them around Malcolm’s shaft. The beefy pole ended up disappearing between the soft, heavy globes, and Malcolm couldn’t be happier if the sounds that were escaping his throat were any indication.

‘Ah crap, I should have brought something to lubricate my tits with. It’s not going to be all that satisfying like this.’ Ferro muttered, more to herself than to Malcolm.

Fortunately, just as Ferro said these words something warm and sticky smacked against her chin. She was about to ask Malcolm if he already came, only to notice how a clear, gooey rope blasted from her cavernous cleavage…only to rain back down on her massive tits. The redhead wasn’t too sure what was going on, but she felt the sides of her boobs getting coated with more of the sticky gunk, thus lubrication her cleavage. So with a shrug, she decided to just start rubbing her tits over Malcolm’s shaft. In response to being jerked off with Ferro’s huge, soft tits Malcolm could only whine in pleasure, while precum continued to shoot from his prick.

‘Yeah, you like that, don’t you?’ Ferro growled fiercely. ‘The last person who had his prick between my boobs was my old master, and he was a Minotaur!’ Ferro bragged. ‘So you don’t stand a chance, kid!’

Malcolm’s reply was another weak cry of pleasure, while another rope of precum blasted from the tip of his shaft and ended up hitting Ferro’s chin again. In response, the redhead worked her mountainous jugs over Malcolm’s length faster and faster. The way the beefy pole throbbed between her knockers made her cunny clench with need and her breath quicken. But before she wanted to go any further with the young man, she wanted to make him cum. This, surprisingly, took longer than she had expected. Over the course of the next several minutes beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead while her face was twisted in a grimace, and her freckled chest was coated with a thin layer of slimy precum.

‘Geez…how aren’t you dehydrated yet, kid?’ Ferro asked as she looked at the ropes of precum that were dangling off of her prodigious chest, while more of it had rained down on the floor.

Instead of answering the blacksmith, Malcolm cried out in pleasure and a moment later thick ropes of hot sperm blasted out of Ferro’s cleavage, both out of the top and the bottom. As a result, the top of the blacksmith’s breasts were painted white, as were her neck and chin, while more sticky white semen coated her stomach and the top of her legs. Malcolm was breathing heavily as he came down from his orgasm, but when Ferro pulled his dick out of her cleavage she found that the young man was still erect.

‘Oh, this is more than making up for having to work with mythril,’ Ferro whispered to herself, before turning her attention back to Ferro. ‘Seeing as you still have some energy left, get on the counter!’ She commanded, while carelessly tossing Master Bran’s sabre on the floor.

Still feeling slightly dazed, Malcolm merely nodded and kicked off his trousers that had been bunched up around his ankles, before climbing on top of the counter like the blacksmith had told him. While lying down his member still stuck up proudly and cast a shadow over Malcolm’s still clothed chest, you could say that his dick was doing a very good impression of a sundial. But Malcolm didn’t have a lot of time to think about things like that, seeing as Ferro soon joined him on the counter and straddled his hips.

‘It’s been a long time since I had a big one,’ Ferro sighed as she ran her hand over the thick, veiny dick of the young man underneath her. ‘Alright, here it goes.’ The redhead eventually said, and took a deep breath before lowering herself on Malcolm’s monstrous shaft.

Almost immediately said deep breath was knocked out of her and instead the blacksmith cried out. Was it in pain? Pleasure? Both? Malcolm didn’t really know, he was too distracted by the way the strong, curvy blacksmith’s pussy wrapped around his cock. After the cry had passed her lips, Ferro quickly snapped her mouth shut and instead glared down at Malcolm. Obviously unhappy that she had made a sound like that in front of him, even if the young man barely seemed to have noticed it. So with her jaw set she placed her hands on Malcolm’s chest, and continued to force herself down on his large, fat shaft.

Ferro trembled on top of Malcolm as inch after fat inch disappeared into her spasming cunny, she did her best not to cry out again as her slit got stretched wide while her brain was being assaulted by pleasure. Once again, Malcolm barely seemed to notice how the blacksmith was trying to hide her enjoyment. Instead, his eyes fell on her massive, cumcoated tits and how they wobbled whenever her body trembled, or he observed how her fit, flat stomach was showing a tube-like bulge as his monstercock traveled farther and farther up her twat.

‘Finally!’ Ferro hissed after she managed to take Malcolm’s beefy pole to the hilt, which had resulted in her stomach bulging out even further. ‘Now the real fun can begin.’ She added with a sigh, while she pushed her hands a little more firmly against Malcolm’s chest.

After those words had been spoken, Ferro raised her hips again. Only to bring them down roughly a few moments later. She did this again. And again. And again. Until both she and Malcolm were moaning loudly in pleasure. Before she knew it, ropes of precum were shooting from the tip of the young man’s monstercock again, packing her pink pussy full with the silvery goo while his dick throbbed intently against the walls of her snatch. As a result, Ferro’s moans had quickly turned into enraptured screams and as she continued to ride Malcolm’s monstercock, she feared that the city guard might burst in to see what was going on. But that thought soon disappeared from her mind as well, as it was instead clouded with lust.

‘Oh you fucking bastard, you’re making me cum!’ Ferro howled as she scratched at Malcolm’s chest.

Although Malcolm didn’t announce it, he also hit his climax when Ferro’s pink folds hugged his beefy shaft like a silken vice. A second, slightly softer, howl passed the blacksmith’s lips as her pussy was being packed full of the young man’s seed, making her already bulging stomach bulge outwards even further while more of the sticky white goop escaped her snatch to stain the counter underneath her. Even after her climax had passed, Ferro was still trembling on top of Malcolm, staring down at him with a weak smile and slightly unfocused eyes. Only when the high of her orgasm finally passed did the redhead realize what she was doing, and quickly climbed off of Malcolm and the counter.

‘Alright, I’d say that helps off for the rest of my work,’ the redhead quickly said, doing her best to sound authoritative as cum ran down the insides of her thighs. ‘So take that sabre back to your Master, and tell him I’m almost up for more work.’

‘That…I will do that.’ Malcolm muttered as he did his best to tuck his softening member back in his trousers, while he picked up the sabre Ferro had carelessly tossed on the floor.

‘Good, now get out! I have some cleaning to do thanks to you.’ Ferro snapped, while pushing him out of the store.

‘Maybe running errands for Master Bran isn’t so bad after all…’ Malcolm muttered to himself as he left Astal.

THE END.