Kivan started planting repeated kisses on Zanhass’s breasts, chest and cleavage. She kindly wiped his face. We don’t want to waste it heating the whole village.” Her voice, though businesslike, was very sweet. Her thumb slid up and rubbed the top of that lovely knob. Kivan looked into her incredible eyes. She leaned forward to see over his shoulder. She expected it to be as hard as the mace handle she was making when Kivan had first walked in. Her lovely eyes were wide open as she stared at his bare chest. She wore little in the hot room, revealing a youthful Wood Elf figure as attractive as Lady Cadwarra’s. In the awkward silence, Kivan decided to bow respectfully. He had looked at them when she had pumped the bellows and made them jiggle. A Man-at-arms only wants a shattered sword mended; a wealthy Lady only wants a fancy dagger made; an honest housewife only wants a fireplace poker.
