The two survivors of the battle finished their climb from the Spider King's tunnel.

The Gray Lady rose first and Blackstone second.

"I am certain," Iana began, clutching webbing off of her armor. "That you believe I do not appreciate you coming for me..."

The armored man was cleaning his weapons, the Spider King's ichor oozed from Blackstone's blade.

"I... said no such thing, Iana."

The woman smiled. She held a handful of webbing. "You don't have to. I am sure you are due a level of gratitude however. You did come for me..."

As the Gray Lady spun around, she hurled the webbing towards Blackstone. Before he could react, the material wrapped around the warrior - catching him off-guard.

The horned man struggled.

Iana moved seductively towards her rescuer.

Blackstone stood immobilized.

"I know what you were looking at, Pebbles..." The diminishing nickname hung in the cold air. The Gray Lady smiled as she reached up and unclipped the chest section of her armor.

Her large breasts bounced free. Blackstone's glowing eyes widened. He stood silent and it was clear he stared at her body. Her heavy copper-colored breasts filled her hands, easily spilling out of her clutch. She tweaked her dark nipples, hardening them in the moonlight.

Iana's full lips glistened as she licked them and stood painfully close to Blackstone. He no longer struggled against his bindings.

The Gray Lady was beautiful, exquisite and the epitome of desire.

"Oh Blackstone...give me that big dick..." Iana's style of talk was from a time lost long ago. It was a mystery whether she was long-lived, traveled through time or something else altogether.

"...please...I want it between these big, full titties..." She moaned as if pained for the armored man's erect penis. These two had laid together before. Iana knew that Blackstone's armor was never removed but that when needed, he could provide every tool for pleasure.

She slid her hand under the waistband and chain-mail of his lower armor.

The Gray Lady wrapped her fingers around the warrior's massive and long member. She moaned and closed her eyes as she stroked his veiny shaft.

"Fuck..." she said in breathy heave, her free hand now massaging her massive breasts. "I missed this..."

Slowly, up and down, the woman stroked the mysterious man's cock. She could feel it throbbing, she could feel his sack building with pressure, begging to release his seed.

"Get ready for me, baby..." Iana whispered up into Blackstone's helmet. "I want you to cum all over these big, full titties...you know you want to, baby..." Her voice was orgasmic and pained as if she were taking all of the giant man into her wet mound. "Cum for me, please? Cum for me?"

Right at the point of the armored man's release, the Gray Lady stopped. Her sensual mood was gone. She stepped back and stared at the bound warrior. His gaze burned with sudden surprise and painful failed release.

"You think I'm going to fuck you with that slut's smell on you?" Iana snapped. "HA!"

She walked away, fastened her armor and whistled for Beya's horse.

Blackstone dropped his head in disbelief. "Of course..."

Eventually, the two rode off.

THE END