[M4F] The Blacksmith, The Bull

Who said other worlds don't possess much the same trends?

There are plenty of inadequate partners, or boundlessly adventurous lovers in the world of Telthiel which thrust it into all the same stereotypes as our own. Hell, it might be even more common.

Noblemen with no time for domestic affairs, evidently including their wives themselves, Warriors like from stories of bygone eras far less likely to settle down in the first place than the meek merchant or sulking scribe, many perhaps saccharinely sweet but lacking in that zest which offers true satisfaction in the bedroom, and, perhaps the most justifiable of all, those who are already fooling around behind their partner’s back— meaning it’s time for payback.

I'm Eric, not married myself currently but with the look of it. I'm a successful blacksmith in the town of Alfheim with work aplenty to keep me busy, but with a few apprentices and partners the forges continue to burn even should I be indisposed.

I stand an impressive 6'3", quite tall for a human (even if my grandmother always insisted there was some orc blood in there somewhere), with slate black hair cropped short atop my head and an ever-present stubble around my cheeks and chin. My arms are broad from top to bottom, hands strong and worn from my profession. This muscled physique is mired by an ale-driven belly, but few ever seem to truly mind. The broad chest tanned from work is covered with wiry black hair, thickening down below my belly button and trailing to my heavy, swaying member and the virile orbs besides. The rest is similarly built, legs toned from lugging the hunks of metal we require to and fro.

Why taken women take an interest in me... well, I suppose I’d say 38 years of experience has taught me something at least. And plenty of fretting husbands and worrying wives seem to agree, despite the turmoil it may cause them amidst seeing their wish fulfilled with their blessing.

And seeing as I haven't yet settled back down... I don't see the harm in it.

Sometimes it’s a mutual agreement for both partners, others it’s a bit… impromptu. I’ve gotten into hasty brawls with jilted lovers before yet it has never kept me away for long— even my friends insist I ought to find a more wholesome pass time.

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Cuckolding and cheating in a Fantasy world! What's not to love?

Eric is your semi-typical rugged blacksmith, with a caring enough interior to look after the concerns of those he might find himself in the throes of passion with, but not so upstanding as to try to go therapist on you instead of fucking your brains out. He’s an experienced figure, one comfortable with being cast in this role.

A townhouse on the busy streets of Alfheim is more than most can say, this in addition to the building constructed for his forge-work itself. I'll also note, if you'd prefer Eric be something other than human, do let me know and I may be happy to oblige!

But this brings us to you. Who are you?

An elf mage and her partner from an icy domain, the freezing cold of the snows no match for the frigidity of your bed? Your pride and the sanctity of elven matrimony would never let you admit the blacksmith catches your eye, nor would your fellow sorceresses approve, but they hardly need to know. I'm one of the few in the city with the skill to sharpen an elven dagger without damaging its runes, leading to us brushing shoulders.

A mother running the local bakery, with a husband who has been working up the courage to make a peculiar request? Shall you manage to find deep comfort in an older, loving man buttering your buns? The forges are just across the way, meaning you've oft a decent enough view of my shirtless visage hammering metal into shape.

A dwarf maiden with a partner who’s either drunk or sleeping around or both? Might it be time to pay them back in kind for the lack of attention paid your way. To prioritize your own desires in much the same way. You run one of the market stalls I frequent after all, making it surely simple enough to suggest the topic of a midnight rendezvous.

A bardic tiefling with a series of ballads composed dedicated to your lover— this suggested bit of kinky exploration posing a potential sour note to the whole thing. Might you follow through anyway, for them? You hardly remember me, though I do re-shoe a horse which risked you missing quite a performance in the next township.

An Orc far from home whose partner was much the reason she gave up her tribe's roving conquests, allowing you to opt for the slightly more easygoing life of a mercenary and adventurer? Perhaps there are few whose company both seem to match your strength and fulfill your desires, something your lover is all too keen to help rectify as well.

Whatever you might have in mind, let me know!

Kinks which might work here include: cuckolding, cheating, fantasy races, long blowjobs, facesitting, edging, anal play, rough sex, creampies, passionate sex, mating press, size difference, body worship, foot play, outfits, outercourse, pet names, ball worship, breeding talk, pregnancy risk, pregnancy, degradation, corruption, light pain, scratching, biting, spanking, multiple rounds, sweat, musk, lots of cum, facials, bodyshots, and more!

Hope to hear from you should this strike your fancy.