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THERON
“Excuse me,Sirbut would you…could you take me?Imean…fill me with…with your shaft?”
I sigh in irritation asIfeel a small hand plucking at my elbow.Whatthe fuck?Whyis a whore bothering me here?TheAnvilis a dive so dark and disreputable that usually even the ladies of the night steer clear of it.Themales around me drink to forget their sins and sorrows—they have no time for anything but drowning their woes and no gentleness to spare for the fair sex.
The bartender is half troll and theOrcin the corner is high on some kind of magic dust—at least,Ithink he is.Theway he’s giggling to himself and catching imaginary flies to cram in his snaggle-toothed maw seems a good indication.There’saSatyrwith one crumpled horn at the bar and aMinotauracross from me who looks like he’d kill for less than the price of a single drink.Eventhe most hardened whores wouldn’t mess with that lot.
I decide to ignore whoever it is and take another swallow of the dark, bitter ale theAnvilis infamous for.“BlackasAnvilale” is a saying in these parts for a reason.
But just asI’mswallowing another mouthful,Ifeel her plucking at my elbow again and that same, tentative voice says,
“Please,Sir—Ineed…need you to take me.To…tofuckme.”
These last words come out in a choked sob thatIfindIcan’t ignore.Swivelingon my worn, wooden stoolIsay,
“Look,Idon’t want a whore right n?—”
But the words die in my throat.Becausethe girl standing there in front of me is clearly no whore.She’san elf maiden—one of theHighFae, by the looks of the slender, pointed tips of her ears which poke out from her wild, curly red hair.
Hmm…the hair is certainly different from what you usually see onHighFae—as are the freckles across the bridge of her pert nose.She’scurvy too, with wide hips, heavy breasts, and deliciously thick thighs—you don’t see many curvy elf maidens.
But those ears and her pale, pure sky-blue eyes with no other color in them proclaim that she’s an elf…and a virgin.ForaFae’seyes change colors when they lose their virginity.Sky-blue means untouched.
Even without her eyes,Iwould know she isn’t a whore—she’s wearing the pure white robes of theGoddessofNature.It’ssaid she grants special magical powers to her acolytes—the ones who please her, anyway.Butthey must remain celibate to earn her trust.
So why is aHighFaeelf maiden who’s obviously a virgin and bound to remain one if she wants to continue in her order, asking me to fuck her?
MaybeImisheard her.
“What do you want?”Iask her bluntly.
“I saidIwant…Ineed…Iam asking you to…to fuck me.”
The words come out all trembly and her sky-blue eyes are suspiciously shiny.It’sclear she doesn’t reallywantto be fucked—thoughI’dbe happy enough to do it if she really wanted it.She’sjust my type with those full curves and those adorable freckles.
“Please,Sir,” she tries again.“Won’tyou…can’t you fuck me?”
I’m too tired for this shit—and too sad.Mymentor,Kline, passed not a month ago.Whichis whyI’msitting at the fuckingAnvil, drowning my sorrows in a placeI’msure no one will bother me.
Well,Iwassure, anyway—until she came along.
“No,Iwon’t fuck you,”Isay shortly, glaring at the girl, who shrinks from me, frightened of my angry expression.“Sogo on—move along.”
I make a shooing gesture andI’msure she’ll run along.Atfirst it seems like she will.Shebows her head and turns away from me.
But then, to my surprise, she turns back and glares up at me, her chin jutting defiantly.
“Why not?”she demands.“Isit becauseI’mnot skinny?”
“What?No!”Ideny at once, frowning.DoIreally have to defend myself and explain whyIwon’t fuck her?
From the look on her face,IguessIdo.
“I won’t fuck you because you don’twantto be fucked,”Itell her.“Thatand the fact thatIdon’t even know your name and this could be some kind of a trap.”
It’s never wise to take something offered for free this close to theOldForest.Thereare all kinds of creatures in there—hungry creatures—that are more than happy to lure a male foolish enough to go with them to his death.