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“Fuck,” I groan.
The being is lying on its side, curled in on itself. Its eyes are closed, but I see that it is breathing, its back and chest rising and falling like a piglet at rest.
The remainder of his … or its … appearance is bewitching in ways I cannot readily admit to myself as I stare down. Its hair is a dazzling white, mid-length, and settling at its shoulders. The muscles that adorn its body are thick and rippling under the sun’s beams, its dark glossy skin glinting as its cradled form breathes in and out, in and out.
I ran my gaze over its body, befuddled, charmed, and for whatever reason, completely aroused.
The feeling crawls up my legs and strokes at my thighs, soft and light like a feather. It is a sensation I thought had been long buried once the orcs had taken over and my father had passed. But the being at my feet is fucking alluring, to the point where I feel my knees weaken, and the area between my legs starts to dampen my underwear.
“What the fuck is wrong with me …” I whisper.
“JENNA!”
“Hmm?”
“What is it, woman?” Carmen calls down to me.
I shake off a shiver, then try to repress the strange feelings of arousal bubbling inside me. I tilted my head and moved down closer to his face, noticing a sprouting of horns emerging from the flowing stream of bone-white hair.
I glower to myself and wonder what kind of dark elf has horns.
“I don’t know,” I yell back, still in a trance. “It has horns, though.”
“Horns?”
Before I can reply, I hear the familiar rumbling sound of a flurry of orcs trampling toward the town. It shoots me out of my daze and takes me back to impartial survival mode. I know how foreign creatures are treated on Protheka, and the orcs won’t take kindly to anything resembling a dark elf.
“Carmen!” I call up to her. “Get a rope and the cart. We need to get him out here.”
Above me, Carmen scowls. It irks me even though I can understand her skepticism.
“Do you have a death wish, honey?” she calls back.
“Carmen, there’s no time.”
For whatever reason, I feel protective of this stranger, this creature, and I don’t want him to meet his demise at the hands of those pithy orc savages.
I moved quickly and laid my hands on the creature in an attempt to move him. The second my skin touches his, I let out a gasp that sounds a lot like a swoon, then feel a wash of vertigo take me over.
“Get it together, Jenna,” I hissed to myself.
I recovered from my moment of distraction, then tried to move him again, even an inch, in a sad attempt at rescue.
He is as heavy as a fucking boulder.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
I feel the thread of the rope whip against my back, and I take it in hand. Carmen and I make sure there is no slack once I wrap it around the being’s shoulders, and I try to ignore the enticing musk emitting from his armpits.
“Tie it around the well!” I scream up. “We need something strong and secure to hold him in place.”
Carmen doesn’t question me anymore, which I find incredibly helpful. We are both strong women due to our days heaving hay, barrels of oats, and buckets of water on our shoulders, but hauling the stranger a mere six feet on a slope of sand proves to be a nearly impossible task for the two of us.
I hear the orcs trampling into the village and think of my father. Maybe it is the power of the grief and anger that morphs into adrenaline that helps me in pulling the massive elf up the sloped dirt, eventually making it to the level ground.
I plop backward onto my ass, as does Carmen, and together, we pant and cackle in delirious wonderment.
“God, my back isn’t going to like that tomorrow,” Carmen gasps out.
