Up on the balcony, Lorelei and Edmur are alone, if not terribly privately so.  There's a bit of space between The Storm and Queen and the next building over, but someone could, in theory, watch from the herbalist next door, a second floor with dark windows hopefully showing that nobody is peeking in.  Still there's an occasional feeling of eyes, though this could just be the fact that raucous cries can sometimes be heard from downstairs.<br/><br/>Edmur is far beyond paying attention to feelings of intrusion though, if there even are men who could pay attention to anything else while Lorelei's lips are wrapped around their cocks, she hasn't found them.  He lets out a chuckle as she teases, his cock hard as steel, skin soft as velvet against her palm, "If you're half as good as you were downstairs, I'll be tied around your finger for life.  You could have taken me for all I'm worth down there."  Then her mouth opens widely and she takes in his cockhead and his time for managing to speak and think rationally are past.  A shudder of intense pleasure goes through him as her lips suckle around his dick, senses filling with the thick, masculine scents from the massive blacksmith.  A gasping groan comes from him as her tongue begins to explore, his hand cupping her cheek gently as she works.<br/><br/>"Ovara's honeypot," he growls out the oath in pleasure as she pops off of his cock, her saliva having mixed with wetness from the bulbous uncut head and leaving a wet sheen on both her lips and dripping down his cock.  His hands move down as she begins to massage him with her absolutely massive melons, fortunate that they are as large as they are, a less talented young woman would struggle to squeeze around the thick member.  "I think- Gods above- it's more a question- mmph, haaah, of what you use in making you messy," he manages to gasp out, doing his very best at being quick and clever but not quite managing it.  Well, Lorelei didn't choose him for his quick wit.  Nor is that what's on her mind as she begins to cup and rub the enormous balls of the blacksmith, great barrels of promised cum.  His head leans back and his body begins to tense, one of his hands moving down to Lorelei's head, stroking her cheek, rubbing through her hair, grabbing hold of the blue locks.  He's not had this kind of a treatment... possibly ever.  Soon Lorelei can feel the tightening of his ballsack, squeezing, pumping as he holds back, the taste of precum filling her mouth.  He lets out a sound that may have been warning, and then cums hard, his hips kicking forward as he grunts, "Gurmph, aaah, hmmm, aah, fuck."  Shudders of pleasure go through his body and the sheer quantity of cum that he produces is intense, bursting fully into Lorelei's mouth, groaning as his hips kick forward again and further seed bursts forward.