The Key Maker and the Young Maiden

After all the years of inevitably ending relationships, the key maker sat down and unbuckled his boots. Endless nights of creating keys for adventurous heroes to diabolical villains weigh a ton on his soul. Sitting comfortably in a secluded bunker that no one has the key to, the key maker giggles.

"What's so funny?" a young maiden asked.

The key maker glanced over at her and replied, "Your mother."

The young maiden did not have the same humor as the key maker, as most people in the village did not, except for the old hermit that lives in the woods amongst the elves.

"Why do you continue speaking my mother's name in that way?" the young maiden asked as she untied her apron and rolled down her thigh highs.

The key maker adored the young maiden but he couldn't help himself when it came to pissing her off.

He looked over at her with his cock stiffen and said, "Come over here. Wrap your pretty lips around my throbbing cock and I'll tell you."

Like clockwork, the key maker palms her petite round ass a few times before he feeds her his meat.

"You're not getting any lighter back there, my dear. You'll have to cut back on the deer meat," he advised as he kneeled her down for a good throating.

Without hesitation, his hands were full of her hair and her face was full of his hard cock.

Just as the key maker was about to give her a good face fucking, which he promises her every morning, two carpenters knock on the door.

Some time had passed by. You could faintly hear the rooster in the background. The key maker tended another project as usual.

In the back storage room where he keeps his blank keys, house supplies, a few swords, and shields, if you peeked through the cracks in the wall, you could catch a glimpse of the young maiden bent over taking cock.

"This is exactly how the butcher said you feel. Absolutely amazing piece of young pussy..."

The young maiden looked over her shoulder and grinned with a hand on the other carpenter's cock stroking it fiercely.

Exiting the key maker's bunker, the carpenters notice a figure walking towards them dressed in a cloak carrying a staff with a pointed green gem attached. They knew what they were seeing and thanked the Gods they were not the enemy of the stranger.

As the stranger approached, they could only see fire green eyes within the darkness of the hood.

"Remember the rules of the dark forest. The forest can swallow up even the brightest torch at its peak of night," the stranger whispered to them.

They nodded and moved on.

Moments later, a familiar knock on the door excited the key maker and sent chills down his spine simultaneously.

Opening the door slowly, the first thing he saw was the fire green eyes of the stranger. "Well, are you going to let me in or let me wait outside until the cold season arrives," the stranger said pulling down her hood to reveal a beautiful elf with eyes that resembled pearls.

"Do not forget, key maker. The key needs to open a door to the king's daughter's bedroom. I haven't time to sneak around and climb stairs," the elf explains as she watches the young maiden fold clothing out the corner of her eyes.

"You ask for a lot, but refuse to grant me a night of undressing you," the key maker replied with his back turned to her adding the finishing touches to a key.

For future reference, the key maker is a mid level sorcerer. Among some of the things he is capable of, making magical keys is his favorite. He trades them for various items or favors.

"Key maker, if I were to give you some of this mystical delicious elf cunt, your hands would never be steady enough to forge keys again," she stated to him giggling, "It's just bad for business.”