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...

Peaches strutted toward that last apple quick and hungry like a kitty stalking a little trapped mousey but … she was technically on duty … no. Those lamps on top of those cold iron lampposts … “homes” for genied fairies. Elf girls so much like her. All to ensure they couldn’t revive and cause humanity more trouble. Lamping demons, slaving them instead of killing them for parts and … ugh. Just ugh. But that’s how humans roll. No wonder the war started, a three-way war, and she was stuck in the middle. Like a bunch of elf girls. Orcs, of...

Moving on. Yes, but first, Roo slipped some coin through the crack to cover repairs and then yes, time to move on. Savor Peaches’ wonderful peaches and cream body odor that he knew embarrassed her enough to always cherry up those pixie face cheeks of hers since sweet sweet naive childhood whenever he quipped about it. It was as clear as the strawberry sky, that after stopping at that stand beyond the bottom of the hill, Peaches was so headed beyond the gates looming ahead, the ones arched as high as his hopes for this future love, just beyond the...

Totally fucking … that poster of parchment … those blocky black letters spelling WANTED … Oh, for the Oak of Ages … Peaches totally fucking wanted to give the middle finger to that sly sneak of a trickster the moment she spotted that parchment poster hanging all cozy and sinister and sooo much like a little black widow on those shutters behind the windowsill of those stinkier than stinky roses. The sky wouldn’t be the only one growling soon. Good thing Peaches wore her finger loop gloves snug and ready. Each was as scarlet red as she’d soon make that...