Roo didn’t miss how the thunder in the distance didn’t cover the sudden murmurs of the people nearby. Even from the gates. They must of seen her donkey elf ears. Curse his luck. His duty … why’d she reveal herself like that? Her flick ruined how her hair covered them too. And honestly, he shouldn’t expect everyone to savor how her lips were the same sweet strawberry as the sky. Even the hawker behind the apple cart gagged and shuffled back, the penny for his last precious apple clearly not worth the risk of confronting an enemy elf girl over,...

Peaches felt lighter than a squirrel racing through the trees. The hot breeze warming her up for her first … you know. The thunder of darkspawn was like the thunder of success. Shaking her insides like the day the sproutling of an Oak of Ages was cut down. Her whole body shivered unmoving, yet tighter than any rope haling up another boulder for a catapult. Now that they were so close, she could even smell, underneath that drunkenly wonderful sweet apple smell, Roo’s pig that wasn’t a pig scent that even orcs joked crudely about, not that Peaches savored anything...

Okay okay, bestill his dick. No. His heart. Yes. His heart. Roo knew. Louder than the thunder in the distance. Okay, not so much in the distance. Not thunder. No. Never mind. Those apples were heaven to the nose, like that scent after Peaches’ namesake, yet … Her breasts were a heavenly bounty to the eyes and loins. Even under (slightly transparent, okay more than slightly Ms Femme Fatale) minidress of candy pink and bright candy red bra that … that … So … close … It was … his trouser dagger he wanted to put in her. “Roo?” Peaches...

Sure, Peaches knew these kinds of half-timber houses were rarely in the ruins she wanted to explore, but some of the weirdness ruins had obvious human remains in places that no human explorer could of reached … And Sunshine did want the duty to stay outside the town all to feather the asshole just in case the exorcist ran. (Which he probably would once he knew he was outnumbered two to one.) (Or she. Hopefully the exorcist was a she.) (Then she would sooo die.) (But then Peaches couldn’t test her strength stealing seduction abilities.) The lucky elf girl who...

Wow. zer. Roo couldn’t help but grin at how his heart thumped louder than any thunder in the distance. The front of Peaches, of Peaches’ dress … wow … her peaches sweet smell smothered his whole brain at the sight of … that … sweeter to the eyes than any mere roasted apple on a stick and sticker to his gaze than any apple goo to his touch. Just … wow. Her few inches of height on him, plus stiletto sandals of dark dark pink heaven, even gave him the perfect angle too. To gaze down upon the front of...