As they walked inside, a beautiful female goblin blacksmith stood over a large anvil, her thick hammer smashing down, each blow causing her body and huge breasts to shake with an alluring wobble. However, she was short in stature; her hips were broad, with thick muscles and soft flesh covering her body.
'I want her...'
Her small size belied her strength and skill, and Raven could tell she was a master of her craft, but his loins were interested in more than her skill as a blacksmith, unable to control his instincts as a young manticore.
'I want to push her down...'
Raven's eyes were almost glued to her smooth ass, round like orange; as it jiggled from her intense movements, the clanging of the black steel filled his ears. While Raven watched her with lustful eyes, Emily and Lilith began to observe the shop walls lined with weapons and armour, all expertly crafted.