The Swordsmith - Part Seventeen (Public) (Patreon)

We return to Mediaeval England for our tale of skin and sweat, sparks and sex, where Benet, the skilled young swordsmith, has been plying his craft at the forge while Piers the page boy looks rapturously on. Benet is a visitor at the castle and means only to complete his task, take his pay and leave. Piers is a retainer here – and one of rank; he has no real business being in the forge at all, but the sight of that sweat-sheened muscular body drew him. The smith may be a mere craftsman but the high-born page has never, ever seen his like, and this has emboldened him to reach out and touch, even to kiss the smith’s surprised lips and – since no adverse reaction has followed – to take charge. Barely believing his luck, he has levered the passive artisan backwards until he lies along his own anvil, legs spread for balance and body lit by the light of the forge. And now – compelled – Piers reaches a hand to touch that leather-clad thigh, and then the firm muscle of a bulging pectoral. And, while the smith seems surprised, he remains still beneath the page boy’s touch – and so the boy commits himself irrevocably, and leans forward with lips and tongue at the ready. And, soon, with growing confidence, Piers is nuzzling eagerly at the swelling mound of leather between the shapely thighs, while Benet all-but swoons to the unwonted touch of such sensuous caresses. Carried away by the excitement of illicit passion they do not hear the sound of feet descending the stone steps until it is almost too late………

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