In the heat of the evening, Liora seduces the blacksmith in front of her husband Kaisen, taking their game of seduction to a more intimate and explicit level. How far is his wife willing to take this exciting dynamic?
The afternoon sun fell on the distant village, gilding the adobe walls and the tools hanging in front of the smithy. Kaisen walked beside Liora, his fingers intertwined with hers, though his attention was divided between the dusty road and the way his wife licked her lips with deliberate slowness, as if already anticipating the taste of something more than the dry air. He didn't need words to know what was going through her mind; the way her hips swayed with an almost hypnotic rhythm, the mischievous glint in her eyes whenever their gazes met, were signs enough. The smithy appeared before them, and with it, the imposing figure of a humble, muscular blacksmith, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm as he watched the movement of the newcomers.
Liora didn't let go of Kaisen's hand, but her other arm slid from his side with feline fluidity, approaching the worn wooden counter where he rested his tools. The blacksmith, his muscles etched beneath his soot-stained shirt, raised an eyebrow as she stopped in front of him. He said nothing, but his breathing grew heavier as her fingers brushed the edge of his leather apron, climbing with a boldness that left no room for misunderstanding. "Your hands are strong," Liora murmured, her voice a purr that made the hairs on the back of Kaisen's neck prick. "I wonder if the rest of you is just as... resilient." The blacksmith swallowed, his dark eyes locked on the movement of her fingers as they descended, tracing the outline of his crotch over the thick fabric of his trousers. The bulge growing beneath his touch was undeniable, and when Liora squeezed gently, the blacksmith let out a muffled grunt.
Kaisen felt his own member throb against the leather of his breeches, the dampness of sweat gluing the fabric to his skin. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his wife flirt with other men, but there was something about the way the chocolate-brown muscleman looked at her—as if she were fire and he were just a piece of metal waiting to be molded—that made it all the more arousing. "Don't stop for me," Liora whispered, turning her head slightly toward Kaisen without taking her gaze from the blacksmith. Her lips, painted a dark red like wine, curved into a smile that promised sin. "My husband loves watching me have fun." He didn't respond with words; instead, a moan escaped his throat as she knelt in front of him, her nimble hands untying the drawstring of his pants with a practice that betrayed how many times she'd done this before.
The man's member sprang free, thick and dark, veins bulging beneath skin glistening with sweat. Liora wasted no time: her tongue, wet and hot, laced around the head, savoring the saltiness of the pre-cum already pearling at the tip. "Mmm, tasty," she gurgled, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him, as if sampling a banquet prepared just for her. Her lips closed around the glans, sucking with a pressure that made the shocked, sweaty man's knees weak. His body was that of a dirty blacksmith but committed to his work of making swords and crafting things. Kaisen got hard, masturbating a little with his hand. Frozen just a few feet away, he felt his own breathing become ragged, his hand instinctively brushing against his open crotch as he watched his wife's mouth fill, first with half his member, then more, until her lips were brushing against the curly hairs of his base. The wet sound of sucking, mixed with the blacksmith's panting, filled the air more than any words.
Liora wasn't satisfied with that. One of her hands slid down her own body, lifting the skirts of her dress in one fluid motion as she kept pace with her mouth. Kaisen could see the glimmer of her arousal on her thighs, the way her fingers dug between her swollen lips, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Watch me, baby," she whispered, though her voice was distorted by the flesh occupying her mouth. "Watch me cum with his cock in my throat." Kaisen obeyed, his eyes on the spectacle: the way Liora's throat contracted as she swallowed, how her hips jerked forward, seeking more pressure from her own fingers. When her orgasm hit her, it was with a strangled moan, her thighs trembling, her mouth still sealed around him, who grunted, his hands tangling in her hair, not daring to push.
But Liora wasn't finished. With a swift movement, she stood up enough to spit out the dirty, black member, dusty and tinged with yellow fluid. She liked smelling and kissing it so much that she greedily wanted to, even if only to accommodate it between her buttocks, pressing the tip against her anus, already lubricated by her own fluids. "I want to feel you here," she said, her voice husky, as she sank down on him with a long, satisfying moan. "I want you to fill me while my husband masturbates thinking about what a slut I am." The muscular blacksmith, lost in pleasure, didn't question anything; his hands gripped her hips, helping her move in slow circles, each thrust making her buttocks clench around him. Kaisen, unable to resist any longer, released his own member, his fist moving in time with his wife's moans, each filthy sound that left her mouth like a whiplash straight to his arousal.
"I want you to be his for a while," she whispered. "My idea is to manipulate his mind into thinking you're his lifelong wife." Kaisen leaned close enough so only she could hear, his voice shaky but firm. "I want you to live with him. To milk him every night. To make him believe he's the only one and you're his wife... while I watch from nearby, always on the lookout for adventures." Liora smiled, a wicked smirk lighting her face as she continued to move over Jiro, her nails digging into the blacksmith's shoulders. "As you command, my love," she replied, her voice a honeyed whisper. "But don't complain when I show you how good I can be to him... when I make you wish you were him." And with that, he sealed the deal, his hips quickening their pace, his moans growing louder, more desperate, until the ogre released all his stress onto the beautiful, strong wife's ass, exploding inside her with a roar, his hot cum filling her as Liora slumped forward, her lips seeking his in a kiss that tasted of possession.
When they finally separated, Liora cleaned herself up elegantly, adjusting her dress as if nothing had happened, although the sparkle in her eyes and the satisfied smile betrayed otherwise. "I'll be back tomorrow, my bull," she said,
Magic
"Mind manipulation grade S"
"You will forget that Kaisen is my cuckold husband, you will only remember that I am your wife from a faraway country and that Kaisen is a neighbor friend of yours.
caressing the dark, luscious man's cheek with feigned tenderness. "I'll bring food. And I'll show you what a real woman can do for you." The blacksmith, still panting, could only nod, his mind already clouded by the promise of more. He fell asleep silently. Kaisen, meanwhile, stayed behind, watching his wife walk away with a sway of her hips that was both a mockery and an invitation. From a distance, as the setting sun turned the sky purple, he watched as Liora entered the dark man's house like a humble, obedient wife to greet her husband the next day, carrying a basket of bread and fruit, her crystalline laughter mingling with the sound of hammers in the smithy.
He wondered, as his hand moved beneath the fabric of his trousers, how far this game would go. How far she would take him. And, for the first time, he felt the delicious fear of not being in control, of being just a spectator in the theater his wife had built. But that fear, like everything else, only served to harden him further.