Joan’s heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. When Faerval had a surprise… usually it was the kind that sent a hot shock between her legs. She waited in her room and brushed her hair slowly, over and over. She jumped as he knocked, breath quickening.
She rushed up and opened the door. “Hi!” Her voice was squeaky. He grinned.
“I got you that surprise… but I’ll talk you through it.” The blonde elf leaned on her door frame, cocky as always. “Come here.” He motions to his open door, where a large man sits on the edge of Faerval’s bed. The bed dipped significantly, far more than under the elf. He was six and a half feet tall and huge with muscles tightly wound and laid like bound cord. His chest was broad, his arms and legs were thick. He had a bit of a scruffy beard and a dark flop of hair that shaded his face.
She looked at Faerval for reassurance. He nodded. “He doesn’t bite, unless you ask. This is Adrian.” Adrian gives a shy smile. “I thought you’d really enjoy someone big taking care of you, gently, slowly….. and Adrian here wants to have a sweet little toy to play with and to treat right.”