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Roronoa Zoro one shot: Love of Iron (smut) Part 2

"That's going to be a hard piece of work" Ryanon mumbled. In front of her the pieces of metal that once had been Zoro's sword.

After celebrating their reunion throughoutly, they had returned to the smithy to take care of the task that had brought the swordsman to her shop.
"Usually I would recommend to melt down the whole thing and forge a new one" he flinched at her word. she smiled apologetical and squeezed his hand "But I know that this sword is more to you than just a weapon, so I will do my best to repair it"
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. To know that she understood him let a warm feeling spread in his stomach.
She pecked his pectorals, then motioned for him to sit down on a chair, while she got the forge running. On the far wall of the smithy stood a huge shelf, filled with poles made of different kinds of metal. She took her time to choose the right one that she placed in the forge afterwards to melt them down.
The temperature quickly rose and soon Zoro slipped out of his cloak, while he watched the woman work. He had seen blacksmiths before but those had been brute men. When the metal has melted, she poured the smouldering liquid onto the broken sword. She reached for a huge hammer, that looked too heavy for her to lift, yet she did it with ease and soon the rhythmical sound of steel hitting steel filled the room.
She always had been a delicate woman, even after she had started to learn the forging from her father. But that has been before her odyssey. The journey definitely had made her stronger. He watched the muscles in her back and arm flexed under that sweat covered skin. It was incredible sexy to watch her work. The concentration in her eyes while she was focused on his sword and the content smile on her face, that told him how much she loved what she was doing, paired with her curvy body and the layer of sweat that made her skin glisten.
A low growl erupted from his chest and he had to change his sitting position as his member reacted to the scene.
"Damn" he grumbled and inconspicuous rubbed his growing erection through his suddenly way too tight pants.

The next hour was the sweetest torture for the swordsman, while Ryanon, too wrapped up in her work, was completely unaware about the effect she had on him. The moment, she laid the hammer aside, his head perked up and as she placed the sword in a tub filled with water, he was on his feet. She was looking critically at the cooled weapon when two strong hands were placed on her hip.
He roughly pulled her into him and she gasped feeling the hard erection that was pressed into her back. He latched himself onto the soft skin of her neck, while grabbing her breasts through her clothes.
"Zoro, I'm all sweaty" she protested weakly, yet she titled her head to allow him more access and placed her hands over his.
"I know"
The swordsman only slipped his hand into her shirt and massaged her rougher. He whirled her around and captured her in a heated kiss. She groaned, her erected nibbles rubbing against his broad chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands trailed down to take hold of her butt and lift her up. Turning around, he placed her on a working table and with a quick tug, he pulled her top far enough down to expose her chest. She leaned back sighting as his lips enclosed around her right breasts. With quick movements, he unbuttoned her pants and she lifted her hips so he could remove them together with her underwear and shoes. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the table, then kneeled down and placed his mouth over her already wet womanhood. Her cry echoed through the room at his rough sucking, and she dug her nails into the wood of the table. His tongue played around her entrance, then whirled up to tease her pearl. Slender fingers gripped his hair and his head was pulled up. Brown eyes, filled with lechery met his dark ones "Now!" was her only demand and he nodded. He got up and freed his erection from its coffin. He hissed, taking hold of his painfully hard member, then leaned over the delicious woman on the table. She shuddered in anticipation with his tip pushing against her entrance and bucked her hips to get him into her as fast as possible.

Zoro chuckled at her eagerness but he himself was too excited to tease her much longer and so, with a single thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside of her. She moaned at the sensation of being completely filled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he retreated, only to push back into her even harder. Zoro titled her hips further up, so he was able to drill into her in a new angle and from the loud cry he earned, it seemed to be the right thing to do. Waves of pleasure ran through her body with every time he hit her g-spot right on and she had to claw his back to hold onto her senses. If she let herself fall completely, it would mean that the whole neighbourhood soon becomes aware of her newfound sex life.
Zoro noticed, yet he didn't like it. He wanted her as unrestrained as a few hours before. Leaning down, he nipped at her throat, where he knew she was very sensitive, then bit into the soft underside of her boob, while at the same time driving into her deep and hard. Ryanon trembled under the massed impressions of his actions and soon she felt unable to resist any longer. The small string that held her self-control snapped with him finding a sweet spot at the side of her boob that sent a bold of electricity right to her core. She cried out loudly, before sinking her teeth into his neck to muffle her sounds. Her hips bucked upwards to meet his thrusts and he grunted as her insides gripped harder onto his cock.
The tension inside her build up and when the orgasm raged through her, she threw her head back and called out her lover's name, not caring who might hear her. A smirk played around his lips watching her unravel in front of him, but then he closed his eyes as his own release hit hard.
"Goddamn, Rya" he rasped and dropped his head onto her quivering shoulders. Unable to reply anything, she just stroke his hair and held him tight.