Mothers are her breeder’s property. I mean you no harm,” although futile to a point of farce alotta lives hinge on my mission so I beseech anyway. “Diz boi’s delighted dik says: yu’z gonnabe da bezt hor ever!”
“Mmmmfff!” pampering bathes my forearms and chest in a gooey, ropy mess. I merely chuckle at him through my nosebleed and black eye. Wi’l keep yu way tu busy fer homesicknezz.”
Valedictorian of the ivory tower where I studied all the secrets of the universe, I’m a savant even by elvish standards. Damned by a buxom figure, my pillowy breasts furnish a luxurious cushion from which to leisurely nourish me. Every populace outnumbered the celestials and hellspawn save for one, whose genesis was incomplete. “See? Flailing its great maw he flings me like a rag doll hard against a tree. Racing at me a carriage lantern flares into a traumatic tunnel of light.
