Her body was painted with greens and browns, a mottled pattern that helped her vanish into the thick brush of the Deorc Forest. Xnx Xera wasn’t her real name. A third leg batted the dagger from my hand. I grimaced; what a terrible knight I must be to want to pull a woman from her family and ask her to risk her life. The forest outside the vale smelled sweetly of resin, leaves, and the musk of animals. Saoria spluttered and I pulled my feet out of the liquid stone, conjuring air to lift me up. The ridges caressed the walls of my cunt. Angela’s warhorse, Midnight, had a great deal of loyalty to his rider, and Purity, Sophia’s mount, just adored her the acolyte.
