Note: As this will be a series which will heavily focus on story as well as sex, smut-based scenes will have (XXX) in the title. This way people who only care about harem-based shenanigans can easily pick them out over the story-based ones.
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Trysh’alia had used her magic to fix her shimmering white robes in order to cover her more than ample breasts up to where she felt decent; much to Aro’s quiet dismay. She felt dirty in having exposed so much of herself even if it was accidental. Yet she could not ignore the blasphemous feeling of a warmth on her black panties which had grown alarmingly when she was on her knees, underneath this handsome and rather scruffy human.
Now on the road, she had clung to him like any loving wife would do to her husband. She felt the tension in his muscular arm as it was crushed between her heavy tits. Every sway of her wide hips bumped into him, thanks to the instinctual switch of her gait; and it continued until the gates of Framton had become small, and only a glint in the horizon. Trysh only kept it going in case the perverted deviant had abandoned his post to follow them, waiting to strike her companion and take her away into the bushes that lined the road. Elves always needed to feel far more paranoid around sleazy men…She told herself that was the reason why she held onto him for so long, certainly no other reason why she wanted to feel him upon her.
Eventually, when she felt his firm bicep loosen up as the attractive young man got comfortable, she sighed and released him, freeing his arm from the pillowy prison of her oversized breasts. Even with the physical separation Trysh’alia had started to develop a trust within herself for this man; he had saved her from a horrible fate where most men would have joined in with the brutish guardsman, or watched if that was what they were into. Potential violators hid in all corners of the world, always seeking Elvish ass whether she was a celibate follower of Vernande or a commoner. Being around Aro allowed her to be at ease, he made her feel safe…That was something she had been sure about from the moment they met.
“I still wish to thank you for what you did Aro. Not many people would bravely stand up against such a brute. That is why we followers of Vernande must cover up at all times you see, because of what you just saw. But even then, it’s a task to stay away from certain towns, or to keep away from dark streets. Frankly it is silly of me to even be out with strangers…So I am placing a lot of trust in you.” She flashed him her best attempt at puppy dog eyes, with her glittering gemstones glistening in the heavy sunlight. She caught him blush and try to ignore the bounce of her 36L’s from the corner of his eyes. But she saw, and felt ok with his wandering gaze. Above all else she knew how hard it would be, Elves were never undesired by the male gender, so to be travelling with her must have been tantalising for him. Her robes did little to hide their size, as did all Elven chests in their robes; with each step she took in her snub-nosed heels made them heave up and crash down on her body. It was an issue that could be quickly solved with a bra, valuing comfort over the constant need to adjust the tightness of such a vile thing…To her comfort was far more important than a little jiggle.
“I’m not one to take a woman by force, I am no monster. But I don’t ever need to say much to get what most men seek.” Aro responded with matter-of-fact tone to his voice. “You have nothing to worry about, I respect your religious following far too much to try anything with you.” Even then Trysh noticed the tall man turn his head in her direction at the slightest noise; the little excuses to get a look at her jiggly boobs was petty at best, but she couldn’t stop finding it cute, so much so that the burning in her underwear became far more apparent when she looked into his pretty eyes focus on her body.
The yellow dirt road opened out into the sunny plains in which the kingdom was known for. The lush green grass swished like water as the wind blew across the open fields, and packs of birds flew high in the cloudless sky. One of which was huge, well over the size of an oak tree. The magical beast was a graceful one, and its caw could be heard from miles around. Trysh grinned as she felt the breath of the wilds caress her perfect features, making her long silky bleached blonde hair to swish along with the direction of the wind. She was so enraptured with the herd of large birds high in the cloudless blue sky that she barely noticed Aro subtly pull his carry bag over his front, around his crotch.
The feeling of her lips on his cheek still lingered on Aro, it was warm, wet and the puffy lips that belonged to Trysh were certainly the plumpest, kissable lips he had ever seen. “So…That kiss…” He started.
“Isn’t that sort of touching forbidden within your church? I only guessed anything more than a hug would mean your neck getting removed from your body. I’ve heard stories of other priestesses…How even if they’re taken against their will that the Matron of their monastery had the power to order an execution…”
Trysh’s jewellery coated ears flicked in a reflex and she cocked one manicured black brow up at her human companion. “I’m not a part of the temple anymore, so I think I can take a few liberties without breaking my personal vows…You seem to know a lot about the order. Have a thing for Elves do you?” She teased him with a cheeky smile. The abundant wildlife and the warmth of the day had relaxed her, allowing Aro to glimpse upon what a laid back Trysh was like. He did not respond to her question, but she could tell from the way his bottom lip shook told her more than she needed to know; he was a man, of course he fetishized Elven girls.
“Actually, I only know what I learned in school, like all men do when they come of age. ‘Don’t touch women of Veranade, as their life’s would be forfeit as will yours.’”
“And that’s all?” Trysh asked inquisitively. Aro nodded. The Elf replied with a soft hum, breasts still bouncing and moulding the thick fabric around them as they travelled.
“Well, seeing as we have time on our hands, I may as well tell you more about my people. I shall keep it brief though…My people were not always exclusively female. A long, long time ago the kingdom of Elves, Eifland, spanned across the entire country. We Elves ruled over the Donis, Humans, and even the Kitsune. We all lived in peace, culture thrived more than it ever had before. Elven men were mighty warriors, and beautiful poets too, the women were treasured as a vital source of knowledge and political power also; back in those times females were often leaders…”
“But of course, that peace was broken by the Orc’s of the Black Islands. Our people were at war with them for thousands of years…It was a hard time, or so I was told. Elvish women were selectively kidnapped and forced to breed with Orcs. It was said they were kept in ‘Breeding Cages’, where all that was held within was a bed, and a hole to defecate. The more…voluptuous ones were chosen; Orcs just love a nice feminine body as I am sure you know.” Aro nodded, listening intently to how the beautiful Elf weaved the horrifically brutal story of her people’s history to him in her sweet melodic voice.
“This selective breeding made many permanent changes to our people. Now every Elf is naturally physically perfect for child birth, pregnancies are quick and simple for us; we can even manipulate magic to choose what gender a child can be. If we choose female, Elven females are a near certainty.”
“Is that why there are so many Elvish prostitutes you think?” Aro asked. Trysh hummed in response, confirming his question without words.
“But the Orcs also changed…More. Sometimes, when using our Elvish healing magic, our desire for…Sex, grows like one would when starving. Cravings, desperation and… Leakage…” She mumbled the last word under her breath; flashing back to the night before where just talking to the man now walking beside her made her panties soaked and thighs coated in her excitement.
“We followers of Vernande keep the dignity of our ancestors alive. Rejecting our primal desires to embrace the artistry and beauty of the Elves of old. I’m certain you have seen elvish weaponry, even our blades are words of art… To see what our people have devolved into…Living tools for sexual pleasure…It saddens me, as it does our goddess Vernande.”
There was a small silence between the twosome, one that was rather awkward. Aro blew hot air from his lips as he shook his head. “I never knew that. At least your people still aren’t locked in cages at the mercy to Orcs…Why did they force your kind to change like that though? Just to pleasure soldiers?”
Trysh nodded as the dense forested area which Aro spoke of drew closer, the shimmering emerald leaves glimmering under the light of the sun which painted a pretty picture to the human and the Elf. “That, and to birth Orc children. As I mentioned, a few years into the war Elvish birth went from a nine-month pregnancy to only four months. Once an Orc was born, the mothers were taken and impregnated once more. If it was a male Elf, it was eaten. A female? Once reaching a suitable age she too would become cattle for the Orcs to pleasure themselves with. That’s how we always have rather similar body types, a forced natural selection.”
Aro felt his simple breakfast of baked bread and dried meat come back up his throat. The story was vile and horrible, and how this fine-looking woman told it with no sign of tears was off putting. “I’m sorry…” Aro said. Trysh looked up at him and blushed, shaking her head as to tell him there was no need to apologise.
“I am sure however, that you know Orcs still dip their toes in Elf trafficking. Which is why I hope you do not sell me to the highest bidder if I end up not paying you enough.” She smiled as if the last few minutes had never taken place. Aro scoffed and grinned.
“I get around the kingdom. I know some dark dealings from the criminal underworld. I’m not just a sword to swing you know.” The thin lines of trees that acted as a shaded arch over the dirt trail began to thicken, slowly but surely, they were entering the forest. Aro’s hand now constantly gripped on the hilt of his sword, senses were dedicated to protect the goddess from harm.
“But no. If I did that then my image will surely become notorious with backstabbing and lying. We travellers have morals. Besides, I don’t think I’d want to part with you so soon.”
Trysh stifled a smile, inside she cursed herself for feeling the urge to tug on her hair and step with a little extra spring in her step to make her assets even more energetic. “Oh? And why would that be? I am sure that there are other women who would be more fun to travel with than a simple girl of the cloth like me.” She giggled and made for the small white leather water sack that was fastened to a part of her robes. She uncorked it, and took a long gulp of the fresh water. Aro watched as she spread her lips to accept the liquid into her mouth, he bit his bottom lip as he imagined something else, something far more depraved as the simple act of drinking water. She offered him the water with a friendly look.
“No thanks, I have-”
A sudden sound of a twig snapping sounded in his ear; in front of them, down the rocky dirt road. Immediately Aro pushed Trysh’alia’s hand away from him and grasped her firmly by her naturally wide birthing hips. Firmly he pulled her from the road and past the first line of trees to his left. Even as the adrenaline inside him caused his muscles to strengthen Aro was still surprised as to how light the Elf actually was. Given that she had a naturally thick Elf body, he expected her to have some sort of body weight to her. Yet despite her overly ample bosom and those wide pelvic bones, she was as light as a feather.
He thrusted her onto the thickest tree trunk that was the closest to them, pushing his body tightly onto her as her boobs compressed onto the breastplate of his plated leather armour. A subtle look down and a hard throb in his trousers followed. To keep her quiet, her pressed his rough finger onto her pouty, plump lips; then he peaked around the tree. “Somethings coming up the road. Could be harmless…But with this forest it could be anything.” He uttered his words in a mutter, yet the strength of his tone made Trysh’s heart pick up the pace.
With her elvish instincts kicking in she ensured to find the firmest thing to brace herself against, that firm thing being Aro. Awkwardly she rose her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, pressing her body even harder against him that made a hot breath escape her and onto Aro’s finger which had made its home there. She caught him looking down onto her chest, she blushed and sheepishly looked away from him. Her heart thudded mercilessly against her ribcage when she felt something causing a strain against her robes, where her panty covered crotch was. She quickly discerned what it was as she felt it throb and twitch against her.
*I guess my protector indeed has an attraction to Elves…But who can blame him…*
Despite all the attempts that have been made on Trysh, this was the first time that felt a man’s cock up against her virgin pussy, even if it is through a thick layer of clothing. Combined with everything else the feeling was electric. However, the concerned look on the face of Aro prevented her from getting caught up in such sensations. He positioned her back faced toward whoever, or whatever made the noise, all she could do was look shyly into his handsome face and read his expressions.
Heavily laboured breaths and deep bestial grunts grew from the road. The hairs on Trysh’s neck stood with fear; and once Aro furrowed his brow her worries were confirmed, whatever it was, it was a danger to them.
“…Why are you hanging onto me?” Aro muttered in a confused tone He was certainly welcome to it of course; and it definitely wasn’t the first time a woman had her body entangled around his to keep him in place…Though there was a lot less awkwardness and clothing usually.
The tense situation was made worse with the growth within Aro’s trousers. His throbbing member pressed hard against Trysh’s crotch, He saw within her pretty eyes that she felt it, he blushed and held her hips slightly tighter, almost forgetting that a beasty creature was within distance of them.
“…You grabbed me first” she remarked with embarrassment and she unwrapped her legs. She did not tell him to back away however, she would need to pray for Vernande’s forgiveness for wanting him to keep his body pressed onto hers.
*I meditated all my lust away, so why am I still feeling like I want him to take me? Please Vernande cleanse my thoughts away…Gosh I can still feel his thing on me…It feels, thick…and long….very long… Goddess please, cleanse my mind of these corrupting thoughts!!*
“It’s a Feral Orc. Not quite as smart as normal ones, equally virile and dangerous though.” Aro said as he slowly peeked around the wide base of the tree to look upon the beasty creature. It stood around eight foot tall, skin deeply tanned to a leathery brown. Muscles spread across its massively built frame; abs shredded with a heavy gut akin to an alcoholic. Its built muscle ripped across its arms and legs, veins poking out against its skin as it lumbered slowly down the road, clutching a makeshift club made from a small tree stump which loosely dragged across the road making an intimidating scraping sound.
Between its legs hung its penis. Thick, long, and circumcised. A small, torn loincloth did nothing to cover the appendage as it swung with its plodding steps. Orcs were usually a minimum of eight inches long, but this one clearly was an alpha male. No man could ever compare to that thing…But Aro certainly came close…Something a fair few women across the kingdom knew about.
“Ok, I think we can let it pass…Probably just hunting.”
“Hunting? For what?” Trysh asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
“Women.” Aro responded chillingly. Trysh tried to turn her head to see the beast, but froze as a hulking shadow stepped up behind Aro. She cried out and pushed her bodyguard hard, sending him to the side just as another Feral Orc’s club swung for him. Trysh quickly ducked and rolled to the side toward Aro, falling as she slipped on loose leaves.
“Elf?” The second Feral Orc said in a deep voice.
“Elf?” The other one on the road scarily spun and faced the direction of the noise.
“ELF!” they both shouted with a frightening gleeful energy. Aro drew his sword as their cocks grew upwards and pushed their loincloths to the side. Both made for Trysh who powerfully pulled herself up by Aro’s waist and hid behind him.
“They’re coming for me Aro!” She shrieked, shaking as the two masses of muscle and sex bounced toward them. “Don’t let them take me!”
Aro roughly reached behind him and gripped her robes, accidentally groping one of her soft, perky and heavy breasts. He threw her light body away which sent her flying onto the dirt road. Yellow dust billowed up as her body hit the ground, soiling her robes as the two Feral’s turned their attention to the road. Aro wasted no time to go for an attack. Lunging forward on the tips of his toes he brandished his blade and stabbed the closest Orc to him. His sword dug deeply into its waist, puncturing its skin and tearing its dense muscles.
It cried out in pain, and swung its massive hand toward Aro who ducked swiftly and pulled his blade from its target. Orcs, whether feral or domesticated, had short list of weaknesses. But their size meant slow attacks. Easy for an experienced swordsman like Aro to handle, as long as he was fast, and kept calm he could exploit this weakness…But there was another he needed to look out for. Trysh.
She crawled backward on the dirty road, billowing more yellow dust as the Feral Orc approached, one hand made for its erect cock; its long, warty tongue slithered out and it drooled like a hungry dog. She was terrified, tears welled up in her eyes, too scared to call for help, too frozen with fear to back away more. At least it didn’t try to kill her…But if it got its hands on her, perhaps death would be more merciful.
Aro made a snap decision to change targets, Trysh was his priority. In his mind her pretty smile and her soft hands papered vividly. He needed to protect such a beautiful woman from harm; even if it meant his safety was compromised. Kicking the wounded Feral on its knee pit that sent it down onto one knee, clutching its wound with heavy grunts.
The young man cried out madly, telegraphing a deep swing of his sword in an upward arc across the second monsters back. The cut was smooth and violent. Blood sprayed from its back like a vile waterfall of tomato red water. It turned and balled its fist up and quickly struck Aro on his bicep.
Pain erupted heavily. A loud crack was all he could hear, his arm dangled loosely on his side, vision fading back and forth. His feet wobbled, but his blade still clutched his other, unbroken arm. Another recent memory of the blonde Elf showed itself in his mind. This time of her wonderful lips kissing him. That feeling burned against his cheek, fuelling him to keep fighting.
“No Elf. Elf…Want Elf!” It lunged for Trysh who screamed. Suddenly it flopped down before it could make a long enough reach for her, Aro stood behind it as it gurgled and breathed hot breaths that spread the yellow dust up in the air. Trysh saw a second long, deep gash across its back, her bodyguard must have got a lucky hit to stop it from successfully bearing down upon her. Aro stumbled up toward the fallen Feral Orc and sent his tarnished, old blade down into the back of its neck. It gurgled and a surge of watery blood sprayed out of its wide mouth as it died. She looked up at him, loins soaked through for him. Her eyes widened as she shrieked “Behind you!”
Aro quickly spun and thrusted his sword up into the first wounded Feral Orc, catching it up the underside of its jaw and piercing up through the top of its bald head. It must have died quickly, as it immediately fell forward. Aro side stepped as it landed with his sword still embedded in its jaw. He breathed heavily as the canvas of death laid before him. He was hurt, arm throbbing and bleeding, as he felt bone tear at his flesh. He looked at Trysh who stared wide eyed at him.
“You ok?” He asked with pain seething though his voice. She nodded and quickly stood. Her robes were tarnished with a deep yellow, but she seemed to care little.
“Never mind me, your arm!” She gasped, she shuffled over to him and ushered him to sit on the bank of the road, where the yellow dirt met the emerald blades of grass and the equally lively green leaves. Aro seethed as she prodded him down to sit, she knelt and hurried to unclasp the leather plates across his forearm and bicep.
“Goddess…Sit still. Let me just…” She let the plates fall to the ground with hefty thuds, and made for the stitching of his undershirt, where the sleeve met the body of the simple garment. She gripped the seams and pulled at it, making a heavy ripping noise that tore across the empty forest. Aro, through his unimaginable pain, looked impressed. First her pushing him, now how she easily tore his clothing…This girl was stronger than she looked.
Despite her crotch soaking her panties, Trysh carefully pulled the ripped sleeve from her companion, exposing his hairy arm, and toned bicep. She quivered as the fabric went to his elbow and lightly brushed against the broken bone that exposed itself from his bleeding wound. Aro seethed and screamed loudly, slamming his foot down into the dirty road to divert the pain away.
“I’m sorry!” She cried, taking extra care to get the torn sleeve away from the point of where his injury was.
Flicking her silky blonde hair back, she focused on the wound, holding her soft, small hands out she hovered them over the broken bone. She muttered a melodic tun in elvish “Eahl hits njuriy, akme ti os ihs ounwd learcs. Urce ym andsomhe erho.”
Her eyes glowed a bright blue, brighter than usual, so bright they could light a deep darkness. It was beautiful. He could not tear his eyes away from hers whilst she focused her magic on his injury. Her palms lit up, and in a quick flash, Aro felt no pain. Blood still stained the hairs over his forearm, but the bone had reformed, the puncture it made sealed. He tried to catch his breath, and the glow of the Elf’s eyes reverted back to its normal gemstone like shimmer. He tapped the place where the Feral Orc made impact, nothing. He looked at Trysh who smiled at him cutely.
“Are you ok?” She asked with deep, heavy breaths. Her cheeks burned a deep red, and two, faint pricks against the bulging chest area of her robes poked the tarnished yellow fabric. Aro nodded and looked over at the two dead Orcs.
“Your language is beautiful.” He said, not thinking, he just needed to say it. He saw Trysh blush deeper, and with wobbly legs she made it to her feet. Aro followed suit, making for the hilt of his sword that made its home in the Orc’s head. He pulled at it, firmly. Nothing. Then again. Nothing. He pressed his boot against the dead monster’s chin and pushed against it. Still nothing. The sword was deeply embedded like a sword within a stone. “Fuck…Arabella is going to kill me…”
“Is that your ‘friend’?” Trysh asked, clicking her fingers softly. The yellow dirt quickly faded from her white robes, and within a second it was like she had never been crawling away from monsters that wanted to breed her. Aro pursed his lips and nodded. “Are you ok? I can carry you if you feel weak.” He said innocently.
Trysh was not tired. Surprisingly to most non-Elven individuals, magic without wands or staffs had no negative effects on the user’s stamina. But her high state of horny had grown. In her current, soaked state she felt her thick thighs quiver with excitement at the offer. “Yes….Very tired…” She lied, her eyes lingered on his exposed arm, so hairy…Manly. She swayed her hips toward his back and leant forward and slid her hands up his back to his shoulders.
Once he hunched over to allow her to mount his back, she looked at her billowing robe, it wasn’t very practical for him to hold…The least she could do was make it slightly tighter, and make some slits on each side for him to grip onto easily. So, with her ears flicking with excitement she snapped her fingers. Immediately her robe twisted and turned around her, getting tighter around her waist and hips, the skirt slimmed and wrapped around her creamy legs. Two, long slits parted the white fabric, exposing her legs to the elements. further and further up the slits went, parting more fabric until it stopped just above her wide hips. Her thick thighs were visible to anyone, as was the immense curve of her soft, fat ass. The straps of her black panties were exposed, and the wind that caressed her damp crotch through the wide slits sent pleasurable shivers up her spine.
With her robe modified, Trysh’alia lazily mounted Aro’s back, the slits in her robe allowed her legs to slip out, fully exposed to straddle her saviour’s waist. She desperately hoped he would grip her bare, milky white thighs as she rode piggyback on him. Her volumous chest pressed hard against his back as she draped her sleeved arms down and caressed the plate across his chest, dragging her feminine nails over the leather in small circles.
Acting tired, she pressed her nose against the nape of his neck, breathing in his sweaty musk deeply. Her ears flicked with every soft sniff, and more dampness seeped into the soft underwear. Over his shoulder was where she looked, wandering down toward his legs to get a view of his crotch. Her eyes widened and flickered with a faint pink light as she saw the bulge running down his leg.
Aro’s body jumped as he reached back and held her up, suddenly feeling his rough hands sink into soft, cold skin. He didn’t expect to feel silky smooth thighs in his hands, it felt amazing. Trysh softly purred like a kitten as her body gladly accepted his touch, leaking even more as she felt her breath hotly expel from her puffy lips.
*Such a confident young man…If he went any higher, he may as well be holding my ass…Just as long as we don’t go any more intimate, there no harm is there? Goddess he is so manly, he smells so nice too. I must have an extended meditation session tonight…*
Whilst she had her internal battle, Aro’s hands sinking into her soft thickness seemed to fuel his soul, accompanied by her oversized tits pressing onto his back. It made him fill with energy as they went on, weapon less. But he was walking so fast, and without any issue of her body on his back. He stifled an erotic moan by firmly biting down on his lip, hard enough to leave a mark. Trysh eyed him do this, and playfully dragged her long nails over his leather chest plate playfully. Her crotch rubbed against his lower back with each step, sending a rush of pleasure through her body as Aro went deeper into the forest.
“You’re a lot stronger than you look Trysh’alia.” Aro said. Trysh’s ears flicked that made her earrings jingle. He found it cute that her ears did such a thin, it was a natural reaction for Elves. “Do you work out?”
Trysh shook her head and rested her chin on his nape, continuing to take in his manly scent. “My father was an Donis. The race of humans who live in the sky cities of Errichia. They’re naturally well built…I have been told that I have very nice muscle tone even though my body is as soft and squishy as any other Elf.” She giggled and took the dangerous act of gyrating her hips around on his back so her silky, tighter robe grinded on her sensitive, drooling lips.
“I see. Donis rarely ever leave the sky cities. So, you got a tight body do you? We could have a contest.” He chuckled, lightly squeezing her creamy legs. Trysh laughed in a melodic way that Aro found alluring. “Are you trying to get my robe off mister? I should like to remind you that even though I am an infidel, I am still a follower of Vernande teachings, So I reject all your advances…But maybe it won’t hurt if I showed you my arms one day.” She teased him with a giggle before closing her eyes and let the soft wind relax her body as they drew on through the forest.
Hours had passed and the forest kept quiet, it was odd. At least for Aro. Usually the dangers were rampant, Feral Orcs leaping from bushes or beasts stalking from behind the thick line of trees ready to punce at any moment. In the pleasurable silence between them, the young man theorized why, or at least, he tried to. In truth Aro was too preoccupied trying to hold his erection back from the constant feeling of the boobs of the most beautiful woman he had seen compressed on his back. Yet holding her thighs in his hands certainly made keeping his libido down rather difficult.
Eventually the trees thinned, and the horizon showed their destination. It wouldn’t be too long now, Aro was certain that they would get there before the sun had set fully. With reluctance, he set Trysh down; who pouted and sighed that she had to walk more. As she dismounted with a small hop her boobs bounced and clapped against her apparently tight, yet soft body. His eyes went to her thighs that slipped in and out of the slits in her newly modified robes. He blushed as he started at her snub-nosed heels, then up to the thickness of her perfect legs, and finally rested at the thin black straps of her underwear.
Trysh never bothered to alter her outfit back to the way it was. After having it more form fitting felt good, and the high slits on the skirt made it so a lovely breeze always caressed her perfect body. She sighed, the content smile across her pouty lips unwavering. Riverrun was there, and even as she smiled, the sinking feeling in her horny heart was strong. Riverrun, where they would part…Forever.
*N-no. It’s good that it’s like this. He’s too dangerous to be close to me for too long, I’ve already shown off so much for him…Any longer and I’ll never want to leave him…Goddess my thighs are soaked. *
“H-hey…So are we going to visit your friend first? O-or are we heading straight for the harbour?” She asked, in a casual tone as one would get when on the brink of their first ever orgasm, with a man whom she found panty droppingly handsome.
Aro shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Sure. But that’s if I even live long enough to take you to the harbour…Arabella is a bit pissed off at me I’m guessing.”
“Why? What did you do to make her so mad at you?”
To Be Continued in Chapter 3: Arabella
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