“Fuck me,” I hissed. “Are you teasing me?”
I put my right arm around her, ignoring the throbbing in my left, and laughed, “A little. Amateur porn Thrak and Faoril stood on the inn’s south side, the mage forming a bandage out of grass for Thrak before the pair continued their hunt for more of the beasts. It blurred and a naked, coal-skinned woman whimpered and died. As it stood now, if he lost the fight and berserked only three ways would end it: exhaustion, sex, or death. But not you.”
“Well, I love an elf,” she smiled. His thick eyebrows, dotted with bone piercings, furrowed. Wings flapped above. “Damn,” I muttered. His fingers played a drowsy song. She lay on her side, clutching her belly, blood pouring from a wound. “Time to really make your pussy sing.”
I rolled onto my back. Faoril casually burned another barguest, leaving the beast panting and gasping. My heart ached for my blonde princess stolen from me by her vindictive husband. The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Four: Song’s Passion
Chapter Five: The Bard’s Performance
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. When I met Angela, I imagined their men were like her but with cocks. I turned directions and raced towards a door closer to me, my bare feet slapping.
