I wasn’t terribly surprised to find that I had some people trailing after me, but I was definitely unaccustomed to having more than just one person coming down after me into the depths of the basement as I made my way to the forge.
Typically it was just one of my wives ’hunting’ me down for another few rounds before they returned to the floors above, but it could also be the green skinned stud that quietly grew accustomed to the life in this house... and by extension, grew accustomed to using me to wring out her cock.
That was the first person following me down lower; Shelur didn’t bother hiding herself as she just walked a few feet behind me, watching my hips with blatant interest and clearly preparing to bend me over the anvil once or twice before she allowed me to get to work properly.
The other person was someone new; it was Luna, who was trailing just a few steps behind the Orc and clearly felt uncomfortable with what she was doing... but also couldn’t bring herself to stop as she just kept on following us deeper and deeper.
She was uncomfortable - I was guessing, anyways - because of the sheer depth of this basement as well as the worry that she was entering areas she wasn’t meant to just yet, and since neither of us really acknowledged her just yet she was cautiously pressing on.
I was enjoying the way she squirmed around a little since I usually saw her in a state of confidence or control, even when she encountered more fluid situations; she trusted herself and put on that mask of certainty, but now that she was behind closed doors and following behind me...
It was too much like a puppy that didn’t know if it was meant to just stay or follow after its owner, and that was beyond adorable to me; especially since the ’puppy’ in this analogy was also yearning to taste my body again but wasn’t sure about what was going to happen.
There was a small part of me that was irritated that they were going to be interrupting my time to make the gear for my wife and daughter, but it was extremely tiny and easily ignored; I was instead happy that they wanted me this much and happy with who was following me.
I also had a feeling another one or two futanari were going to join us eventually, but for now I just entered the forge and got as much of it ready before I felt the large, powerful hands of the Orc wrap around my waist.
Hugging me from behind and rubbing her gigantic cock against my ass, Shelur leaned down and kissed me gently despite her hands moving all over my thighs greedily, and soon they found their way beneath my shirt as she started massaging my breasts just right.
"Astra... are you certain you don’t need a break first..? We wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself, you know that right..?"
"Overwork myself..? Shelur, dear, if anything you are going to force me to ’overwork’ myself~! All day I’ve been having fun with some good futanari and now I come home to you~?"
Turning slightly in her arms and kissing her bicep, I smirked at her as she raised a brow at my words, clearly not terribly thrilled by the insinuation that she was going to be the ’problem’ but also not being able to not make herself that ’problem’ that Renna and I had come to love.
Letting out a soft groan, she continued to play with my breasts before walking me towards the anvil, causing my smirk to widen as I willingly draped myself across it for her to use me as she pleased... and to use the anvil the way it was meant to be used as she prepared to hammer me incessantly.
All the while there was that somewhat voyeuristic Wolfkin leaning against the door, watching us both with yearning while also seemingly not too worried about interrupting what was happening between Shelur and I, which I wasn’t going to break just yet...
I was definitely wanting to have this Orc in me yet again, and while I knew that I should be trying to build up her ’confidence’ with this family I was also selfish and knew that I wanted to be railed hard by Shelur a few times before anyone else touched me.
I needed her giant cock to tear me apart and remind me why I had decided to have her baby so damn easily, and also to make sure I understood just why my wife was so determined to constantly have this Orc around her nowadays.
Obviously Shelur was her guard and pretty much her adopted daughter, but at the same time they were now incredibly and consistently sexually intimate, so I was making sure I knew what made Renna tick just in case I needed to ever ’improve’ or change something about myself.
Besides... I couldn’t really work if I was terribly horny, so I was beyond ecstatic to have my pants peeled away and then feeling her large hands rubbing my every curve before she forced my legs apart.
When that giant log of green cockmeat smacked down against my back I moaned, enticing her even more and rewarding her with an even more enthusiastic shout as she slipped herself inside, starting us off slow as she appreciated my body like a wine.
But when she started to get drunk off of it her real self came out, and that was what made me happiest as she ravaged my pussy incessantly, not stopping no matter how many times I pleaded with her to give me a reprieve... and that was what made me cum harder~!
Though not as hard as when she dumped a bucket of sperm into my womb while she continued to thrust, nor when she began to beat my cheeks like a drum to ensure we both felt as good as we possibly could... all while we were watched by the Wolfkin by the door.