It pressed forward; she clenched and struggled. Its pelvis moved backward, and the girl anticipated a thrust and painful entry. Erect with the excitement of the hunt, it stood far larger than the creature’s height should have allowed. The elf’s tightly muscled buttocks writhed as she struggled against her captor. She stopped short and lifted her hands in surrender. Another step, and another. The elf girl raced into the cabin, but there was no exit, nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide. When the orc was just outside of arm’s reach, the elf twisted her hips and threw her arms out, swinging the heavy poker in an arc toward the creature’s head. “Are you alright?” he rasped. His exposed face and muscular arms were dark tan in the firelight. Letting out a grunt between wicked yellow tusks, it grabbed ahold of the lithe girl’s wrist.
